It's the same routine in the Mitchell residence as any other night but this night was different. Beca's mother, Sophia, crying as her father, John, verbally abuses her. Her younger sister, Hailee is curdled up in her arms as they hide under the dining table in the other room. The yelling in the kitchen getting even worse.
"It's okay, It's okay. I'm here. I'm always here Hale." Beca comforts Hailee, stroking her hair out of her distraught face, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead being careful not to scare her further, her eyes fixated on the door leading to the domestic disturbance.
They hear their mother scream right before a slapping noise, her cries for help follow. Beca holds Hailee tighter as she internally beats herself up for not going to help their distressed mother but it was the same every week. John would get drunk, come home and beat Sophia or even the girls if they were unlucky. Beca having to once explain the bruises on her face to one of her teachers after one of the unfortunate nights. Now John is clever, he kicks them in the ribs or punches somewhere on their body that they can cover. Hailee being hospitalised once after a kick to the jaw sent her unconscious for two weeks. The lie was that she fell down the stairs and hit her head. Sophia scared to speak up accounted for the lie and John was let free. Beca hated not being able to help, sending her into a blind, bone shaking rage sometimes but if it meant keeping her sister safe than she would do anything.
Beca feels Hailee try to break free of her hold, she just held tighter until Hailee grabs her thumb and twists it in an unnatural direction, earning a release of the death grip, she stands and runs toward the kitchen. Beca scrambles out from under the table and chases her sister into the kitchen. Sophia lays on the floor, blood trickling like a steady stream from her nose. Her father, mounted on her mother's hips, his right hand fisted, a small layer of blood on his knuckles, her mother's blood. Beca knew immediately what had happened, she knew that Sophia fell after she was slapped and John continued to hit her. She watches as Hailee scurries toward John as he stands up, getting off of his wife. Hailee stops next to John and starts pounding her small five year old fists into the side of his leg.
"Get away from Mommy!" She yells, pounding her fists harder and faster. He looks down and laughs at his daughters attempts to get him away from her mother before turning and picking her up by her hair and throwing her toward the stove. Hailee hits the ground hard and slides, hitting her head on the stove with enough force to create a small dent in the metal.
"Hailee!" Beca calls out to her unconscious sister as she runs over to her. She kneels beside Hailee and leans her ear toward her sister's nose and mouth. When she doesn't feel the warm breath against the side of her face, she panics, her mind reeling. She needed to get her sister to a hospital. She stands up and turns back to her father.
"You monster!" Beca yells as she launches herself at John, hitting his legs with force causing him to stumble slightly. He gazes at the nine year old in front of him and a sick smirk crosses his face. He picks Beca up and puts her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the kitchen toward her room. "Don't you dare John! Leave my baby alone! Beca!" Sophia races after them leaving Hailee unconscious in the kitchen.
"Mom, help Hailee." Beca calls back as they make their way up the stairs.
Sophia reaches the door to Beca's room and tries to gain access realising quickly that it is locked. "John! Don't do this!" Sophia shrieks as she slams her shoulder into the door. The only answer she receives is Beca's screams.
"Get off of me! Mom!" Sophia runs back downstairs and grabs the phone, dialling emergency. "Hello, what is your emergency?" The operator answers.
"Yes! Please Help! My husband is drunk and he is about to rape my nine year old daughter! My five year old is unconscious in the kitchen, he threw her into the stove!" Sophia says quickly as she hears more screams coming from upstairs followed by a slapping noise.
"Please calm down Ma'am, what is your address and I will send an officer to your residence along with a paramedic. Is your five year old breathing?" The emergency operator asks. Sophia makes her way back to the kitchen and hovers her hand over Hailee's nose and mouth.
"N-No she isn't." Sophia stutters followed by the residential address as the tears begin to flow.
"Okay ma'am, a police unit and paramedic are about two minutes away. I need you to remain with your five year old." The operator suggests. Sophia hears more skin crawling cries from Beca.
"I have to stop him, please hurry." She yells into the phone before hanging up and heading back upstairs.
Time seems to slow as Sophia reaches the door to Beca's room again. She uses her shoulder and arm to bash the door multiple times to no success. She beats the door with her fist, begging for John to stop his assault of Beca. It's only when she stops hearing beca cry and her voice is replaced by male grunting that she steps back and kicks the door. It's only when she sees red and blue lights flashing against the off white walls of the house that she stops assaulting the door and runs back downstairs and out the front door, Police meeting her on the porch.
"He's upstairs in her room with her and my five year old is in the kitchen. Please hurry." She pleads, her vision getting hazy. The policeman she spoke to begins barking orders to the rest of the unit that had arrived with him as they head upstairs. The paramedics heading inside with a stretcher for Hailee.
Moments later, the police bring out John is handcuffs as they finishing reading the Miranda rights to him. His glance shifts angrily to Sophia as she wretches himself out of the police officers hold, grabbing one of their guns and firing it the only direction he could, at Sophia. Two gunshots sound. One hitting Sophia in the chest, the other hitting John between the eyebrows. The street suddenly turns to panic and the police call in a coroner, checking on Sophia whom was dead. More paramedics enter the house to check on Beca as the first unit leave carrying Hailee out on the stretcher, attempting to get her breathing again.
A minute later, the residents on the street watch as paramedics bring Beca out, what they saw sending chills down their spines and twisted their stomachs as tight as it could go. Beca wasn't recognisable under the layer of bruising and dried blood on her face. Her wrists black from having them held down forcibly, her body wrapped in her blanket because her clothes had been ripped off. She was unresponsive to the questions the first aid technicians asked her, fear swimming through her eyes, until they meet her mother's lifeless eyes. The coroners about to zip up the bag that held her mother.
"Mom!" She runs over to where they were tending to her mother.
"Mom, no." She whimpers, tears painfully stinging the corner of her eyelids. She then looks over and notices another bag, her father and an anger boils in her but relief also swept over her. She didn't have to be afraid anymore, he was gone. She then realizes she hadn't checked on her sister, her small five year old sister.
"Where's my sister? I have to be with my sister." Beca runs back to the paramedics and they look over to the ambulance holding her sister. They eye off one of the paramedics tending to Hailee and she shakes her head to them. The paramedics tending to Beca all drop their heads. They were going to have to break the news to Beca, her whole family had died that night.
"Please, I need to be with my sister, where is she?" Beca asks, the paramedic watches her burst into tears and his gut twists.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." He says, kneeling down to meet Beca's level. Beca looks deep into his eyes and it clicks in her head.
"No, no, no! NO! Hailee No!" Beca becomes frantic as she runs over to the ambulance holding Hailee. She looks in and finds Hailee, lifeless on the stretcher.
"Hailee, please no." Beca says as she gets in and grabs her sister's cold, pale hand and placing her head on Hailee's chest.
"Hailee, wake up please. I need you. Please don't leave me!" Beca squeaks as she bursts into hysterics. The coroners arrive to take Hailee's body and Beca refuses to let go.
"No, she is going to be okay. She'll wake up." Beca says in denial. Her head reeling from the nights events. The paramedics and get into the ambulance with Beca. One of them places a hand on Beca's shoulder.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." One of the paramedics whispers as they grab Beca and peel her away from her sister. Beca getting frantic and fighting back.
"No, my sister needs me. Hailee!" Beca screams as the paramedics take her out of the ambulance and allow the coroners to do their job. Beca swings out and connects with a cheek of one of the paramedics before she feels a pinching in her neck. Her vision tunnels as darkness envelops her.
Beca had suffered facial trauma, a broken nose, broken wrist, severe bruising on her stomach but what made the doctors cringe was the bruising on the inside of Beca's thighs. When the paramedics had told them they found blood on the inside of her legs, it didn't look good. The police had been too late, Beca had been raped by her drunken father. The only good news being that there was not found signs of semen from John which meant the police had stopped him before he finished but not before he started. Beca sadly would remember the night that had unfolded, she would be scarred by this night for the rest of her life. The night that her father raped her, the night he beat her mother, the night he was killed, and her mother was killed, the night her five year old, innocent sister was killed. She would be scarred with the night she lost her family.
Beca sprung to life, sitting up hastily only for shooting pain to be sent to her ribs. Her breathing was fast and shaky as she looked around the room, gazing at the empty bed next to her, she realised she was in a hospital. Beca remembered the night before, the scene in the kitchen, her father throwing her sister into the stove before grabbing her and taking her to her room, his rough hands, his wretched breath bathed in alcohol and cigarette smoke, the force and strength he used as he held her down and ripped her clothes off. She grabbed at her temples to make the memories stop but only more images flashed through her mind. The way he looked at her, the sickening crack as he broke her wrist to stop her from hitting him, the pain she felt when he forced himself into her. "Beca?" She snapped out of the horrifying flashbacks to meet the eyes of a woman, she was dressed in a white coat.
"I'm Dr. Harrison. How are you feeling?" She asks kindly. Beca put a hand to her head, trying to forget what the memories showed her.
"My head hurts and my stomach. Where is my Mom and my sister?" She replies. The doctor smiles sympathetically before walking to the side of the bed, she takes a seat and holds the nine year old's hand.
"Beca, I'm sorry to break the news to you like this but your father killed both your mother and sister." Dr. Harrison says sadly and she feels Beca's hand tense. She watches as Beca closes her eyes, remembering what had happened after the police arrived, seeing her mother and father dead, finding out that Hailee hadn't made it. Beca bursts into tears and the doctor drops her head.
"This will make the pain go away okay?" Harrison says as she pulls out a needle and injects it into Beca's IV. She watches Beca's eyes get weary. Before passing out she hears the doctor speak again.
"She is all yours sir." Harrison says to the new shadow that had entered the room. Little did Beca know, that was the last day she was Beca Mitchell ever again.