Summary- "Oh God. Their screams will haunt me."

Person- Rachel

Category- Horror/ tragedy

Rating-T

"That was perfect!" Mr Schue exclaimed as they (the Glee club) finished what was gong to be the perfect number for sectionals when they came around to it next year.

"That was so much fun," exclaimed Mile, with nods of agreement from the rest of the kids. They were n the mood for winning and perfecting, and trying out more complex, yet fun routines is just part of that. They had just finished the jazz song "Pencil full of lead" by Paolo Nutini. It was tongue twister for most of the group.

Rachel was sat solemnly at the back with a look of anger of her normally perfectly sculpted face. She'd seen Shelby in town, where she was clothes shopping, looking remarkably happy holding a baby. One she remembers: t was Quinn's baby. When she came back to school she told Quinn after he herded into the toilets where by chance, Mercedes was and she heard everything.

Even though both Quinn and Mercedes disliked Rachel, they felt bad for her. They took her shopping after Mercedes (the only one who had come to school in a car) dropped everyone off so they could ditch their school bags off at home and grab some money.

-glee-

"Everyone, take a well deserved break over the weekend and I'll see you Monday. Also, Finn, do you Spanish homework. Please! You are dismissed," Mr Schue called over the chuckles that are directed at Finn, who blushed slightly in embarrassment at the homework comment

-glee-

Rachel's P.O.V

I was walking in the parking lot with Mercedes and Quinn who we're chatting.

"we are so buying new wardrobes for each of us. All mine are too baggy now and the new summer lines have come out!" Quinn exclaimed in glee.

"oh! That's great! I need new hats and shirts, I may even buy a dress..." Mercedes carried on rambling at all te things she wanted with me and Quinn giggling at some of the things she was saying.

"what you going to buy?" Quinn asked me n a slightly curious fashion. I knew she was only doing this out of guilt and had roped Mercedes into helping. I'm only grateful that I can call them my friends even if its for this shopping trip. They would be the only ones I have ever had.

"Anything that captures my eye. "I said as I climbed into the back of Mercedes car.

-Time skip-

We finally reached my house after stopping at Mercedes and Quinn's spectacular houses, to which I were quite jealous of.

One of my dad's cars were parked at the side with a sleek looking Mustang in the other parking lot.

"Looks like dad had business over," I muttered to them both, noticing their mouths hanging slightly open as they glanced in the windows.

"What the hell does you dad do?" they said in unison.

As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that they had already got out of the car. I followed them to my door, wondering why they were giggling to each other. I put my finger to my lips, not wanting to disturb my dad if he did have business around. We quietly entered, but before I could even close the door, a loud bang echoed from the living room.

"I won't say it again! Where's my company's information?" an unfamiliar voice shouted, becoming louder with each word.

I began shaking, sprinting to the living room door, where there was a small crack that I managed to see through. Giving out a tiny gasp, I placed my hand in front of my mouth as I watched the man holding my dad, who was struggling like mad by two buff men, blood pouring from the gashes on his face.

Shakily, I felt myself back away from the door, like it was plagued, tears streaming down my face. Quinn and Mercedes noticed my distress, though they themselves appeared pretty scared, and rushed over so they too could look at the scene just happening a few metres away from us, gasping at the sight.

They came to my side to comfort me.

"Kill him!" that unknown voice said. The door flung open, and the two men came out. We instantly tried to run and escape, but the other two men had immediately grabbed us, dragged us by our hair into the living room. We screamed, and kicked the air in an attempt to break free, though it didn't seem to phase them at all. We were held down as the two guys bound our wrists and ankles together, and then used one rope to hold us all as one.

"Make them watch!" The voice sneered. "Ones bound to be this scum bag's family, "He walked behind us and held our heads so they faced my dad who was struggling.

The world's most muscular man stood behind my dad. He flexed his muscles, waited and waited before cracking his neck and muscles.

In slow motion, he wrapped his hands around my dad's neck, and applied pressure, choking him. I was screaming to the men, begging them to stop. Mercedes and Quinn had been reduced to tears, whereas I was absolutely hysterical about what I was seeing. The sick fucker behind me was laughing as my beloved father's face turned more blue with each second, and then finally reaching purple.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body slumped forward, making me scream even louder than I already were.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I yelled, sounding like a children as I screeched the words towards my dad's body when it was thrown on the floor by his captives.

"Clean up. Leave no evidence. Bring these sluts with us. They've seen too much," one man huffed each order angrily. I had managed to quieten my screaming, and now whimpered to myself. He looked out of the window, obviously noticing Mercedes' car," Bring the car with us."

After some time, which I didn't even notice pass, I heard Quinn and Mercedes shout to be let go of, though their resisting was silenced by something muffling their voices and the mumblings were reduced to nothing. One of th men put a piece of tape on my mouth before picking me up in a fireman's lift. I couldn't even find the energy to fight back and lifelessly hung from his grip. Again, I caught a glimpse of my dad's dead body, feeling a horrible sinking in my stomach.

- glee -

3rd Person

The three men carried the girls and Mr Berry to the blue mustang, where each was roughly placed. The cramped conditions gave those of a slave ship a run for their money.

Their leader slowly closed the door to the house, after checking that there was nothing left which could possibly be led to then. He got in his car, the one where they were carrying Mr Berry, and drove behind the second, heading to the one place where he knew they would never get caught.