Hey everyone! Here I am with a new story. Yes, I know I should probably finish up the other two that have been sitting around collecting dust for a couple years, but after watching the movie Room I got inspired and decided to write something else. If I get muse for my other fanfics, then I will continue to write those. I originally rated this M, but after reviewing the guidelines and how I want to write this, I'm dropping it down to T. There will be some language, minor acts of violence, and mentions of rape throughout the story, so be cautious.

I do not own Glee or the songs sung. The only characters I own in this chapter are Ava and Paul.

Enjoy (as best as you can.)

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy, when skies are grey

you never know dear

how much I love you

please don't take

my sunshine away."

"Mommy, you have such a pretty voice," Ava complimented her mother's singing ability, which Rachel knew already. For these past six years however, Ava was the only one to truly appreciate her gift.

"Thank you sweetie," Rachel continued to stroke her daughter's dark brown hair that was just brushed a few minutes ago. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes! Can I have a chocolate chip muffin today? Pretty please Mommy?" the little girl jumped off the battered couch and bounced up and down to illustrate how much her request excited her.

"Honey, I'm sorry but we're all out of muffins. You know we only get them once a month," Rachel felt bad for not being able to fulfill her daughter's wish. Se struggled to get off the couch and made her was to the cellar's pantry to see what was inside. "We have some cereal and one last pack of pop tarts."

"I will have pop tarts then," Ava sighed as her frown grew larger. Rachel heated them up in the microwave and put them on their small table along with some milk; she herself got a small bowl of cereal and some orange juice.

She sat down with her daughter and stared off into space until she heard Ava's soft voice speak again, "Does the baby like our cereal and milk?"

"Yes, I think the baby does," Rachel placed her hand over her bulging stomach and caressed it softly.

"Would it like pop tart?" she broke a piece off and waved it in the air.

"Not now, maybe when it's with us it will like it, but not today," the mother continued to eat her breakfast until it was all gone. Ava slowly ate hers and once she was done she wandered off back to her play table and started to draw. Rachel cleared the table, washed off the plates, and put them away. She returned to her spot on the couch and continued to stroke her belly while staring off into space. She estimated herself to be 35 weeks along, which felt like an eternity.

Hell, everything felt like an eternity down here.

She hadn't sung on a stage for six years. She hadn't felt the sun on her skin in six years. She hadn't seen her dads in six years. There was so much she hadn't done, and it was tearing her up inside. The only thing stopping her from completely crumbling was Ava, but at the same time her daughter made her want to break into a million pieces and float away in the wind. All she could do was hope; and even then it wouldn't stay until they had freedom.

"Mommy! Look! I drew us!" Ava ran up to her mom and showed her her masterpiece. It consisted of a pink Ava - her favorite color, - a purple Rachel, and a blue belly. A small sigh of relief escaped the woman's lips; she was glad he wasn't in the picture.

"This is beautiful sweetie. I'll put it on my bedside table. Thank you," she squeezed her daughter tight and didn't want to let go. The only true safe space for Ava was in her arms.

-Freedom-

The rest of the day passed as slow as it usually did. Besides the cleaning and meals, the pair only had three types of entertainment: their imagination, tv, and Rachel singing. The third one was mainly used to keep Ava calm and for Rachel to keep her sanity.

Once six o'clock hit, Rachel turned on the news and watched it silently while Ava played. The only reason she watched it was so she could still feel in the loop of something, whatever that was daughter was still young enough to not care about the news.

After all the important stories aired, the news anchor turned to the camera with a lost expression on her face. "This week marks the sixth anniversary of 18 year old Rachel Berry's disappearance. As of today's date, she would be 24 years old. Anchorman Rod Remington interviewed Miss Berry's parents to discuss their daughter."

The news then switched to a prerecorded segment focusing on LeRoy and Hiram Berry. Watching her dads upset and distraught made her sad and distraught. A few tears streamed down her face while she listened to them talk.

"We still believe she's alive. Our shining star is out there somewhere, and we're going to find her one day. Rachel, if you're somehow watching this, we love you and miss you. Please come home," Hiram spoke for the two and the both looked at the camera.

"I love you too Daddy and Papa," she whispered while whiping the tears from her face.

"You really believe they're going to find you, huh?" the sudden deep voice startled her. That's when she saw him slowly descent the basement stairs after slowly shutting the door behind him. "They don't care about you anymore, otherwise you'd be with them. But this is your home now, you're safer here than out there."

"Yes Paul, you're right. I don't know what I was thinking," Rachel had to treat Paul like he was the king of the universe in order to spare herself from his wrath, but even then he would still take out any emotion he had on her.

"How's my baby doing?" he came over and placed his hands on her stomach and kissed the belly gently. Her skin crawled while he did this; even though he wasn't hurting her she still felt as violated as she could be. "He's growing big."

"It could be a girl, you know."

"I already have a girl," he looked over at Ava - who was now napping in their bed -with a neutral look on his face. "I want a boy. If you could give me a boy, maybe things would be better around here."

Her daughter and future baby were the only thing that made this hellhole "better."

"Don't zone out while I'm talking to you," Paul grabbed her wrist tightly and twisted it a bit. She had gotten used to his typical attention getting ways that it didn't hurt anymore. He looked back over at Ava, then back over at Rachel. "Why doesn't she ever talk to me?"

"I don't know."

"You probably tell her lies about me, about how I'm evil. Well, I'm not evil. If I was evil then I wouldn't have saved you six years ago. Not to mention she's my blood, which means she's going to be a wonderful person when she's older, unlike you who is nothing but a liar. You know...all you do is piss me off. One more strike and I'll take away the tv," he shook his head while walking back up the stairs.

"I wish they weren't your blood," Rachel whispered. She didn't think that was loud enough for him to hear until he came back and slapped her in the face.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut your mouth?" he pointed his finger in her face. "You need to learn to respect me, then maybe I'll respect you some more. I can easily take precious Ava away from you, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Mommy...what's going on?" tiny Ava woke up, rubbing her eyes to see what was going on.

"Nothing Ava, I was just being careless as usual towards your...father. Now, go back to sleep. Everything's ok," and within seconds her daughter drifted back to sleep.

"That sounds better. I'll be back tomorrow with groceries for you, and you better be good then," Paul left without saying another word and slammed the door behind him once he made it upstairs.

Rachel rubbed her face to try to help the tingling sensation on her cheek go away. That was mild compared to what she had endured in the past. The only times he didn't hurt her as much was when she was pregnant, making that seventeen months of her time in this basement where she dealt with minor abuse. She had to get out of here with her daughter and unborn baby before they all got older. The only thing she feared more than her safety was the future because of how uncertain it was.

The future constantly plagued her mind everyday, and she had to figure out how to secure it as soon as possible before it was too late.

Dark, I know. Will Rachel find happiness for her and her daughter? Only time will tell.

Coming up in chapter 2: While Rachel tries to come up with a plan to escape, she remembers the day when her life changed forever.

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