The Sad Truth

Chapter Nine

Auditions for the duet is this week. I am so nervous. I don't want to sing in front of people. What if I'm bad? What if they hate me? Or worse what if they kick me out?

Oh my god! I'm freaking out so much, I haven't even cut. My nightmares consist of me forgetting the lyrics and everyone laughing at me. It's worse, public humiliation.

My dads came back, they're staying for two weeks until they head to Washington D.C. Since I have Santana and Britney now, according to my dads, I am more cheerful, less sulky. Everyone seems to think my mood has improved. I mean I'd like to think so too, but I still have the scars to prove I'm still at my low point.

Anyway, my craziness from the mandatory auditions, made Santana and Britney decide to have a girls night. It's a new thing for me, but I'm willing to try.

"So Rachel, when are these friends coming over?" My dad asked as I set up

They agreed to stay in a fancy hotel for the weekend, since I never have friends over, or friends in general. They've taken this opportunity for me to socialize and be normal. Poor delusional dads.

"Um they should be here in like ten minutes" I answer checking my phone

Right when the clock hit 7:50 the doorbell rang. Wow, they are right on time. Amazing.

"Alright then we'll get going, just don't have too much fun while we're gone" daddy yelled as I let Santana and Britney in

"We'll try not too!" Santana yelled

As soon as the car left the driveway she stopped smiling and waving, and Britney pushed me inside.

"Wrists" they said

I rolled my eyes and showed them. This is like a routine now a days. Which I never admit out loud, but I love it. I've never had someone other than my dads care for me like this. It's a nice feeling.

"Ok, now, " Santana began smirking evily, "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" She yelled

I smiled and they dropped their bags as we blasted the stereo with some Kesha and spice girls. We all had are pj's on, of course. The food was set out and we danced in the living room.

I've never had this much fun.

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I was spread across the living room floor as Santana laid the other side of me and Britney was hanging upside down off the couch. We all had spoons filled with peanut butter, chocolate, and vanilla frosting. Some backstreet boys was lightly playing and Clueless was on the tv.

"Do you guys ever get scared we'll stop being best friends" Britney asked

We all looked at her and remained silent. Cause she's right, I do get scared they'll find someone better and ditch me. I was silent when Santana sat up her hair all messy,

"No, you want to know why?" She asks holding the chocolate covered spoon

Me and Britney sit up and shake our heads. We form a circle and wait to hear Santana,

"Because friendship is forever, and I mean we're awesome, plus I couldn't bare to live without you girls, you're my girlfriends scratch that, you're my sisters, we tell each other secrets and don't judge, that's what friends are for, we stick through the good, and the bad, no matter what" Santana smiled as we held hands

I smiled too. Through these past months, they have grown to become like my sisters to me. We tell each other everything now. I think for the first time in a long time, I am actually happy.

"Besties" Britney says holding up a pinkie

I smile at Santana and lift up my pinkie,

"Besties" I say with Santana

I decide this is the perfect time to tell them why I cut. I trust them enough with my secret. Like we just said, besties.

"Guys, I think I'm ready to tell you why I cut," I say low

Santana and Britney look at each other and then smile nodding their heads.

"Ok, ready when you are," Britney said

I took a deep breath in and took a deep breath out. I never thought I would actually tell someone. Then again, I never thought San and Britt would become my best friends. So I breath and stare at the floor,

"Over the summer, my dads and I visited New York, and one night I took a short cut and some guy raped me, please don't judge me," I said still looking down

I feel so ashamed, and scared.

I quickly felt arms around me, and for the first time I feel safe. And happy to have some girlfriends to talk too, at least ones I can trust enough with my secret.

"We still love you, and it's not your fault this happened, we could never judge you, we're here for you Rach," Santana said

I let them hold me as closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. We sat there until Britney pulled away,

"Now, can we talk about what's going on between you and Finn, because we need to know, do you have feelings for Finn Hudson?"

That took my by surprise, I've never felt about him in that kind of way, at least I don't think so?

"Yes, do tell, because I've seen the way you look at each other, and something tells me you both feel a little something something" Santana wiggled her eyebrows

"No, Finn and I are just friends, sort of, barely,it's complicated" I word vomit

Santana raises her eyebrow, oh boy,

"What do you mean complicated?" She asked

I quickly looked away,then I looked back to find them both arms crossed and eyebrows raised so I closed my eyes and said,

"QuinnToldMeToStopTalkingToYouGuysAndFinnOrElseShe'dMakeMyLifeHell"

Santana freaked out, she jumped up and started speaking in Spanish,

"Esa PUTA! No puedo crer que Ella te dijo eso! Cuando yo llego mañana a la escuela Ella no va pueder hablar cuando yo termino con ella!"

(Translation: that bitch! I can't believe she said that to you! When I get to school tomorrow, she won't be able to speak, when I'm done with her!)

Britney tried calming her down, so I got up and helped her,

"San, relax, Quinn obviously lost because we're the ones having a sleepover, not her" I reassure

"And Finn obviously likes Rachel better than Quinn, I mean they are going to sing a duet at sectionals!" Britney said

I just looked at her. Could Britney be right?

Most likely not.