A/N: Y'all I just wanted to write this story let me know if I should do a sequel or something for it after I finish writing Infamous. For the record I've already finished writing this story.

"I'm so tired of being bossed around by you. I'm seventeen I don't get why I can't go to that party. It's spring break and my mom would've let me go!" Beca Mitchell shouts at her dad. She doesn't even necessarily want to go to that party she just wants to stick it to her dad that he's not in charge of her.

"You're mom isn't here is she?" Her dad shouts back. "If she was I wouldn't have to deal with this."

"This? Wow." Beca laughs sardonically. "I guess I would just be a 'this' to you because if I was anything remotely close to being your daughter maybe you wouldn't have walked away from me and my mom!"

Her dad sighs in a way that says he's way above fighting with a teenager who wouldn't possibly understand, "Beca please be reasonable, you know that's not what I meant."

Beca couldn't take it, she storms out of the kitchen, grabbing her jacket on the way out and slamming the door shut behind her.

The night is cool for spring and eerily quiet, she pulls out her phone and texts her best friend Jesse Swanson. I'll be at that party. See you in twenty.

She puts her phone away even though it buzzes with a response from Jesse and shoves her hands into the pocket of her ripped denims. Her army green bomber jacket not doing much in the way of keeping her warm.

Beca gets an off feeling like, maybe she shouldn't of left the house during a fight. She shakes it off. She's just being paranoid. By the time she gets back home her dad will be over it. If he's not she'll apologize. There's only a few more months until she's out of that house for good anyway.

And then suddenly thwack to the back of her head and the only thing Beca feels is her face pressed against the cool pavement of the sidewalk.

Beca comes to an hour, a day, month, year later? She doesn't know. All she knows is that she sitting in some place that's cold and dark. Her hands are tied to what feels like a wooden post behind her and her feet are tied together. And her mouth is gagged.

She feels a warm, wet towel being pressed to her left cheek. For a second Beca finds herself leaning into the touch. Then she remembers that she's tied up and probably shouldn't be feeling relaxed at all. She struggles and strains against the ties but it doesn't budge.

"Quit struggling."

Beca freezes, she knows that voice. She knows, she knows that voice. But who does it belong to.

Her eyes strain in the dark of the room (she's guessing she's in a room) to meet cerulean almost luminescent eyes.

Whoever it is moves away from Beca's line of sight and then a small lamp just enough to illuminate the area there in without it being to bright is switched on.

Beca see's grey concrete walls. A creepy metal table. A few chairs.

Beca sees auburn hair curled to perfection. Sun kissed skin and those cerulean eyes.

Oh. My. God.

Chloe Beale stands looking equally as shocked to see Beca.

Chloe fucking Beale. The girl was a sophomore when Beca was a freshmen. She graduated last year and had apparently gone to Barden University to become a doctor. She was popular, the kind of girl every one had a tiny crush on, including Beca. Except Beca had more than just a tiny crush. Chloe was sweet, beautiful and just...but it didn't matter because Beca never thought the girl would even talk to her and she was right.

Well until now, because Chloe Beale has kidnapped her. It's insane, too insane to even think about.

"Why the fuck did you kidnap me?" Beca asks but the cloth in her mouth muffles the word. Beca pulls at her ties.

Chloe crouches so she's at Beca's level and then pulls the gag out of her mouth letting it drop around her neck.

"What the fuck?" Beca spits. "You kidnapped me? What did I even do to you? Yeah maybe I stared you a little too long when you would stand in the cafeteria's food line but that's hardly a reason to kidnap someone!"

"What?" Chloe gives her a confused look. And Beca pulls against her ties again. "Will you stop! I didn't kidnap you...I guess my dad did."

Beca laughs incredulously, "you guess? You fucking guess your dad did!? What the hell Chloe, I'm tied up in a room and you guess your dad did? Your dad definitely fucking did!"

"Shut up!" Chloe presses a hand to Beca's mouth. Beca's heart stupidly beats a thousand times faster. "Do you want my dad to come down here and knock you out again?"

"Again?" Beca squeaks, moving her lips against Chloe's long fingers. Beca pulls against the ropes on her wrist, it's starting to sting. Now that she thinks of it her whole face is stinging and her body aches.

"If I move my fingers do you promise not to yell again?" Chloe asks softly.

Beca just slumps against the wooden post as her response.

"Good." In favor of crouching, Chloe sits down crossed legged in front of Beca. Beca looks blankly at her. She's wearing a grey sweatshirt and leggings.

She's hot and Beca's finally alone in a room with the only crush she's ever had but she just wants to go home and tell her dad she's sorry for being such a bitch. Beca shakes her head slightly, never in a million years would she ever have thought she'd want to be with her dad.

"Will you just let me go?" Beca asks, feeling immensely tired all of sudden.

Chloe shakes her head, "my dad would kill me."

"But if I die its okay, right?" Beca shakes her head.

"My dad wouldn't kill you, don't worry."

Beca just can't, "don't worry? Oh please, why would I be worried right now? I'm just fucking tied up in a room with a girl who's probably a psychotic bitch because she's totally fine with helping daddy kidnap fucking random teenagers. Are you a fucking psychotic?"

Chloe takes a deep breath and for a second Beca's afraid that she may actually be, "I'm not okay with this. I didn't even know my dad had this place! I didn't know he kidnapped people!"

"Then why the fuck are you helping him?" Beca kicks her legs out but Chloe's just out of reach. When her legs hit the ground, a sharp jolt of pain travels through Beca making her involuntarily yelp out.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asks, Beca's not sure if it's genuine but there's concern in her voice.

Is this girl stupid? Beca is not okay. She hurts everywhere and she wants to go home. She never wants to see or even think about Chloe ever again.

"I'm not helping him. I'm taking care of you. If one of my dad's goons do it they'll kill you for sure." Chloe takes the small towel out of a white bucket of water and puts it on Beca's face again.

"You know your dad has goons but you didn't know he kidnapped people?" Beca asks.

"This probably has to do with the mayor."

"The mayor? What the fuck do I have to do with the mayor?"

"Do you always swear?"

"Do you always kidnap people?" Beca shoots back.

"Like I said I didn't kidnap you, my dad did. And as for why my dad chose you, I'm guessing it's because you were closest and you're a citizen of Barden which the mayor is supposed to care about." Chloe drops the towel in the bucket again.

"The mayor doesn't care about me! If you're dad wanted his attention why didn't he just take the mayors son?" Beca tries to move out of Chloe's reach but it's pointless.

Chloe puts a hand on Beca's chin to hold it steady and wipes the towel across her forehead, "probably because I dated him."

Beca jerks her head back slamming it into the post behind her. Her vision gets blurry and she feels hot thick liquid run down her neck.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Chloe asks, gently pushing Beca's head forward so she can assess the damage.

"Yes."

Chloe looks at her like she's lost.

And then Beca realizes something, "you don't know my name do you?"

Chloe opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

Beca lets out a humourless laugh, "you're Chloe Evelyn Beale. You're 19. You're best friend is Aubrey Posen, though I don't see why. Aubrey is a condescending bitch and well you're..." Beca laughs again. "You're not any better. Now I see it, you are both fucked up right, that's why you're friends. You go to Barden University and you're studying to become a doctor."

"Are you a stalker?"

"I'm tied up in your basement or wherever the fuck I am and that's what you ask me?"

Chloe rolls her eyes and moves close to Beca pressing the towel against the back of her head.

Chloe face is less than an inch away from Beca but the only thing Beca feels is angry.

"Will you tell me your name?" Chloe asks, her breath's hot on Beca's face.

Beca feels like she's going to throw up, "kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you." Chloe says, still not moving her face away from Beca's.

"If you don't know my name the mayor won't either so I'm as good as dead, just fucking kill me." Beca spits.

"No."

"But only because you're daddy will get mad at you right?"

Chloe sighs, "what's your name?"

"Fuck you," that's something Beca never thought she'd ever say to Chloe Beale.

"Fine be stubborn." Chloe gets up. "Not that you owe me anything but please don't kill yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

"You're leaving?" Beca hates herself for sounding so needy.

"Suddenly you want me here?" Chloe crosses her arms.

"You're right, never mind." Beca smiles a big, wide, fake smile and blood trickles down from the reopened split in her lip. "Go live your pretty life while taking mine away from me."