"You're name is Beca Ashlyn Mitchell."
Beca looks up, she's exhausted. She didn't sleep a wink last night?..day? This stupid room doesn't give away anything. It could of been days since Chloe came down here but Beca doesn't think so.
"You're 17. You're a senior in high school. You've been suspended twice both for picking fights with Bumper Allen. You wear a lot of plaid and a lot of black. You're best friend is Jesse Swanson. You're allergic to pollen. You DJ'ed at my prom and the last prom. And you want to produce music when you grow up." Chloe crouches in front of Beca with a smug grin.
Beca smirks lazily, "what're you a stalker?"
Chloe laughs but her grin fades quickly, "did you sleep at all last night?"
Beca lifts her shoulders slightly, "didn't have my night light."
"Beca."
"Just because you a read a file on me doesn't make me hate you any less."
"I'm the only one keeping you alive right now!"
"I want to die!" Beca yells. "Kill me!"
"Beca, stop."
"I'll kill you all!" Beca screams. "Let me fucking go!"
Chloe looks panicked, "Beca please."
Then a door opens and the light streaming through is so bright that even with her eyes screwed shut, Beca feels like she's going to pass out. Maybe she shouldn't of hit her head so hard.
When Beca does open her eye a burly guy in a dark blue, pin stripe suit is standing in front of her. His red hair is cut in a military buzz and he has neatly cut beard. The guys whole look gives Beca the shivers.
He lifts his buff arm and brings it down on Beca's face. The whole area burns with pain. Beca literally has to fight to stay conscious.
"Daddy stop!" Beca hears Chloe yell.
Beca throws up.
"Sweetheart, I told you to keep her quiet."
Chloe steps in between Mr Beale and Beca, "I promise it won't happen again."
Mr Beale gives Chloe a look and Beca wants to throw up again but keeps it in, "are you sure you want to take care of this girl? I can get one of my men to do it."
"No! I want to," Chloe basically pleads. "Please?"
"It's Saturday, wouldn't you rather spend the day outside, I just added money in your account. You could go shopping?" Mr Beale suggests.
It's Saturday, Beca thinks. Okay so it's only been one night since I've been kidnapped...I think.
She can't remember clearly.
"Yes daddy, I'm sure." Chloe nods rapidly, like she's trying to convince her father with her head bobs.
Beca throws up again.
Mr Beale makes a noise of disgust, "alright. Make sure you feed her and shower her, she smells weird. I'll be back at 2300."
He kisses Chloe's forehead, "if she gets annoying I've left a syringe with the right of amount of stuff in it to knock her out for a day. If she dies get uncle John to remove the body and we'll have to find another one."
With that, Satan in a suit leaves the room.
Chloe rushes to Beca's side completely unfazed by the vomit everywhere.
She gently picks Beca's head up, the room swings in circles, "look at me."
Beca tries to get her eyes to focus on Chloe's. She opens her mouth to tell Chloe she can't focus but shuts it when her mouth fills with metallic tasting liquid.
"Beca, I think you have a concussion." Chloe states calmly. She takes a clean towel and holds it to Beca's nose to stop the bleeding. The scary thing is that Beca can't feel any pain at all. Her eyes start to drift shut but is woken up by Chloe's fingers tapping her cheek. "Stay up okay? I need to make sure you're brain is not deteriorating."
"You're so hot when you talk medical to me," Beca mutters sarcastic and lazy.
Chloe smiles slightly, her eyes looking into Beca's with concern. When Beca's finally connect Beca swears she hears the slightest hitch come from Chloe.
"What's your mom's name?"
Beca squints her eyes confused at the sudden question, "what?"
"What is your mother's name, Beca?"
"Ella Mitchell." Beca doubts that she'd ever forget her mom's name, concussion or otherwise.
"I wish I could take you to a hospital," Chloe sighs, starting to mop up Beca's vomit.
"You can. Call the police, please." Beca begs. "They'll protect you from him. Hell, if you let me out I'll protect you! Let me go."
"Beca, you don't get it." Chloe sighs. "My dad could never kill me. He'll find you, even under witness protection program and he'll kill you and everyone you love if you get out before he gets what he wants."
"What does he want?"
"Something from the mayor."
"What? What from the mayor?"
"I don't know!" Chloe says, frustratingly. "You're dad's out there making a huge deal trying to find you. A lot of people are looking for you, you'll be okay."
Beca heart grows. Her dad is looking for her. He loves her enough to make a big deal about finding her. Beca could die happy. No she couldn't she has to apologize...for what? She can't remember right now.
"Are you afraid you'll go to prison?" Beca asks.
Chloe shakes her head, "my dad will keep me out of it. He loves me too much. Plus I'm helping you. That's not illegal."
"Keeping me here is!"
"I won't go to prison."
"Lucky you," Beca sighs.
"Beca," Chloe crouches back down in front of Beca. "I promise I won't let you die. I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you again."
"Okay." Beca nods, her eye lids suddenly feel heavy.
"No Beca," fingers tap Beca's cheeks again. "Stay here, okay?"
"Okay," but her eyes shut again.
Tap tap, "tell me a story Becs."
Beca swallows, "I was in the library last year cramming for my chemistry test I had the period after and you and Aubrey walked in. You were wearing a...I don't remember but it was pretty. Everything you wore was pretty."
Chloe blushes slightly.
Beca's too drowsy to comprehend anything beyond the memory, "Aubrey was being a bitch to Benji. That really shy boy who's with that pretty but clumsy girl...um.."
"Emily?" Chloe asks, trying to fill in Beca's blanks.
"Yes. Yeah Emily. She was a freshmen. Anyway I saw the way he was practically shaking from whatever Aubrey told him. But then you told Aubrey something. And she walked away...and then you spoke to Benji. And I was ready...so ready to like punch you out if you were going to be rude to him..." Beca nods off, only to be woken up by Chloe again.
"You were going to punch me?"
"I wouldn't of...I didn't have to because whatever you said to Benji made him smile. And I thought how nice you were."
Chloe frowns, "were? As in past tense?"
Beca nods, "you're a bitch."
Chloe sighs, "because I'm keeping you here?"
Beca shakes her head which she immediately regrets when the room shakes with her, "no because your prom night."
"What happened then?" Chloe scoots over right next to Beca to clean her face.
"I'd brought my own liquid confidence, guess they weren't frisking music personnel because I got away with having it. I got drunk and walked up to you. I don't remember what I said but you laughed in my face and Aubrey shoved me so hard I bruised my tailbone." Beca mumbles. "Waddled like a penguin for a week."
Chloe moves the cloth over Beca's face, "I don't remember much of that night."
"Me neither but I could never forget you."
Chloe's cheeks redden, "why do you say that like its a bad thing?"
"Because it's like trying to bag a one of those puffy pink clouds that come out when there's a storm somewhere." Something pretty that comes from a disaster. "It's impossible."
"What is?"
"Getting you."
Chloe leans in leaving less than an inch between there lips, "you have me now."
Beca moves her head away to the side slightly and drawls out, "yeah, tied up and concussed with vomit all over me."
Chloe moves back and scrunches her nose, "let me take you to shower."
"There's a shower in here?"
"Yeah, the lamp only lights up one area of this place." Chloe stands up. "I'll be right back."
Beca sighs when Chloe leaves because it reminds her that Chloe can leave. Chloe can leave whenever she wants but Beca can't. Beca is trapped.
Chloe comes right back as promised with a paper bag, a black bra and matching panties, a towel, a grey slouchy sweater and black adidas joggers.
Beca rolls her eyes, of course Chloe would bring her expensive clothes to change into.
Chloe reaches for Beca's leg ties. "Please don't do anything stupid."
"I promise I won't," Beca's will to do anything dissipated when she so quickly forgave Chloe. Beca is weak.
Chloe keeps Beca's hands tied and helps her up slowly. The room wobbles and Beca throws up again narrowly missing Chloe. "Sorry."
"Don't be, it's really not your fault." Chloe wraps an arm around Beca's waist and leads her to the shower. Chloe flicks on the light.
Beca looks helplessly down at her hands. Chloe unties them.
Beca turns to look at Chloe who's leaned against the wall just watching her, "are you just going to watch me undress?"
"Oh please, I'm going to be a doctor. I'll be seeing much worse things than you naked." Chloe says, an amused smile on her lips.
"Okay..." Beca strips with a lot of effort and winces. She turns on the shower and the spray immediately hits her with warm water. A moan escapes Beca's lips.
Chloe's pretty sure she's soaked through her charcoal blue, sweat shorts at the sound.
Completely unaware Beca continues to clean herself. She looks on the tile floor and sees that the water coming off of her is a mute red color from all the cuts. When she reaches for the shampoo bottle she finds that it's not there.
She doesn't get a chance to open her eyes and see where it is because she feels another set of hands gently lathering her hair for her. Beca turns to face Chloe who's hands are still in Beca's hair. She's no longer wearing her the grey t-shirt she had this morning. Instead she's standing an inch away from Beca clad in a baby pink bra and her sweat shorts.
Beca involuntarily moans again. Chloe's eyes drop to Beca's lips and her hands fall around Beca's neck. Beca grabs the drawstrings on Chloe's shorts pulling her closer so that she's under the spray and the only thing not touching is their lips.
"You have me now," Chloe whispers.
Beca just moves forward a little and connects their lips. Chloe immediately kisses back. Beca's tongue slides across Chloe's bottom lip and an unplanned moan erupts out of her and Beca slides her tongue in. They explore each other's mouths until Chloe craves more and runs her hands up in to Beca's hair.
Beca jerks back at the touch. The pain almost makes her pass out, "shit."
"Are you okay?" Chloe asks, her voice soaked in concern.
Beca shakes her head and puts a hand against the wall to keep herself stable.
"I'm sorry," Chloe apologizes, "I forgot-"
"That I'm your captive?" Beca interrupts.
"Your not my captive." Chloe frowns. "Come on, let's put your clothes on."
Chloe leaves Beca to go get a change of clothes while Beca dresses in the clothes Chloe brought for her. Her mind reeling from the kiss. It was incredibly sexy but it ended as if God was saying don't forget where you are.
Beca throws up again, thankfully not on her freshly cleaned self.
She doesn't even believe in God.
Chloe comes back wearing Beca's jacket, the grey t-shirt and a black pair of the same sweat shorts she had on earlier. Beca smiles at her, she smiles back.
"Did you throw up again?" Chloe frowns, taking Beca's face in her hands. Beca's nose is bruised, she has a split lip and there's dark circles under her eyes but she's still...beautiful.
Beca nods feeling the room shake, "I think I'm concussed."
"Yeah I know baby," Chloe rubs her thumbs on Beca's cheeks still cupping her face. "Come on, let's sit back down."
They go back to the wooden post but Chloe doesn't tie Beca up. Instead she sets up a tiny box tv. They watch the news because it's the only channel that works.
Beca sits crossed legged and Chloe puts her head in Beca's lap.
Beca plays with the redhead's curls. Drawing circles with her finger on Chloe's scalp.
A picture of Beca's face pops on the screen. It's the one she took recently, her high school grad photo for the yearbook. She's smiling with all her teeth holding the fake diploma.
The lady goes on to describe her and the situation. They watch in silence as the mayor stands behind a podium heavily covered by bodyguards. He swears that he won't let any harm come to Beca and that he'll find out who's at the bottom of this all.
"What does it feel like knowing people are worried about my well being and you know where I am?" Beca asks Chloe. It's a genuine question, not an insult.
"I can't sleep at night." Chloe mumbles.
"Join the club."
Chloe lifts her head up from Beca's lap and runs her finger down the bridge of Beca's bruised nose and traces the outline of Beca's lips before placing a light kiss on them.
"I'm going to help you escape."
