One week had passed; Beca spent most of her nights in Luisa's bed with the German's arms wrapped around her. Today was different; instead she was lying in the woman's bed, an empty space beside her. DSM had gone on their first tour, which meant that Beca was in the house alone for a whole month.
The brunette didn't have a job, so she spent most of her days either lying in the blonde's bed, working on more mash-ups, or walking around town. It had only been a day since the pair had left and Beca already felt so empty. She swiped a finger across her phone screen. No notifications. Resting her chin on her crossed arms she sighed. Both Pieter and Luisa were probably already on the plane, heading out to their first show with the rest of the group.
After an hour her stomach threatened her with growls and she groaned, rolling off the bed. Bare feet pressed against the cold tile in the kitchen. Popping open the cabinets, Beca looked through the stocked shelves not finding anything that really suited her fancy. Opening the fridge she grabbed a cup of yogurt and pulled a spoon from the drawer.
The small woman walked from the kitchen to the living room and fell back against the couch. Clicking it on she figured she'd spend her first day alone binge watching some sort of TV show to make time go by faster.
Sent [11:53 PM]: I love you, Moose.
Moose 3 [11:55 PM]: I love you too, my maus. ;)
Beca smiled setting her phone on the night stand and snuggling into Luisa's pillow. Two weeks had dragged by and there were still two more weeks to go. A knock on the door jolted her, and sent a jolt of fear through her. Who could be here at almost midnight? The knock got louder, and Beca clutched the pillow in her arms.
Ten minutes had passed with no sign of noise, and carefully the brunette slipped out of bed, forgetting about her cell phone on the nightstand. She tiptoed down the hallway, fingers feeling along the smooth walls, darkness consuming her eyesight. A small light flickered outside the front door, the one they always put on at night. Peeking around the corner she spotted a figure outside the door, through the small windows alongside it.
A fist came through the window, wrapping around and unlocking the door. Beca rushed forward without thinking and tried to push the door shut as the unknown person opened it; but whoever it was, was far stronger than she, and she fell back against the carpet. Her green eyes widened as the figure stepped through the doorway.
He reeked of alcohol, and Beca felt tears well up in her eyes. "They were right, I did find you here," his voice husked, tossing a bottle to the side, and it shattered against the wall. "You thought you could run? You thought I'd forget after all these years? You defiant little bitch." The brunette felt the scars or her arm burning, her heart was racing, tears streamed down her face, but she didn't make a noise. She could only hear smashing and things breaking, the first blow was to her face, and she cried out in pain. Another mistake.
The German awoke and rolled over, instantly remembering that she wasn't home yet, simply because she realized that Beca wasn't beside her. The thought of her girlfriend made her reach for her phone, sending out a lengthy good morning message. She clicked send with a smile on her face and proceeded to get ready for practice and the performance that would be that evening.
The performance had gone well, but now Luisa was tired. Opening her phone she noticed Beca hadn't responded. The blonde knew it was late, 11:00 PM to be exact, but she called the brunette anyways, wanting to wish her a good night and ask her how her day had gone. It rang repeatedly and went to voice mail, where she left a message and assumed that the younger woman had already gone to bed. Luisa showered and changed and went to bed herself, knowing that one more night alone would mean one more day closer to being back with the woman she loved.
Still no response came from Beca the next night. It had been a full 48 hours since that had last spoke, and now the German was nervous. Pieter assured her that the woman must just be keeping herself busy, or maybe she had misplaced her phone, but the tall German wasn't buying it. She scrolled through her contacts and clicked on one of her coworker's information. It rang a few times before there was an answer.
"Luisa? Is everything alright? It's late."
"Yes, yes, I know, I'm sorry Chloe. I haven't heard from Beca for two whole days and I'm worried. Could you check on her?"
"Do you want me to go tonight, or can I go in the morning?"
"I-I," the blonde stammered, she really wanted her friend to go tonight, but she knew it was nearly midnight and that it would be unfair.
"I'll go tonight, don't worry about it; I'll let you know what's happening when I get there, ok?"
"Thank you Chloe, I really appreciate it, please call me as soon as you can." They hung up, and Luisa let out a slight sigh of relief. At least she would know whether Beca was ok or not within the next hour. Time dragged on, but as the phone rang, Luisa picked up immediately.
"Luisa it's bad, it's so bad, oh my god, this place is a wreck, I can't find Beca, I've only just walked in the door, Luisa you need to come home."
The door clicked open and Beca retreated farther into the closet. The brunette was shaking, whimpering. "Please- no more, don't hurt me anymore," she begged, shielding her face with her hands. "Oh my god, Beca; no, it's me Chloe, Luisa's coworker, remember? Come here, I won't hurt you," her high pitched voice was quick, a hand reaching in towards the brunette. The girl lowered her hands seeing the red headed woman. The light in the bedroom had been turned on, and the darkness had faded slightly. "C-chloe?" the brunette's voice cracked, reaching for the hand without hesitation. She was pulled out of the closet and the look of horror on Chloe's face made the girl crumble into pieces again.
"Beca, I- you need to go to a hospital, oh my god, we need to-"she couldn't form a proper sentence and was already running around the room rummaging for some clean clothes. The brunette was covered in large purple bruises, one of her eyes was swollen, and dried blood covered her legs, her arms, dripped from her nose. Chloe's voice was frantic over the phone, she assumed that she was calling Luisa, but after she heard her address spoken, she knew it must have been the police. Cuts and scratches littered her body as well, and regardless of how much she wanted to ignore it, her muscles threatened to let her collapse.
She was sore all over; breathing hurt, and suddenly she felt very tired. "Chlo-…" she managed to breathe out before she felt herself tumbling to the ground and her vision grew black.
Pushing through the doors came the blonde woman. After she had gotten the call from Chloe she was immediately packing her bags, dragging Pieter from his bed. Surprisingly, where they were performing was just twelve hours from where they lived. Even though it was still a long drive, Luisa was anxious to get on the road, Pieter volunteering to drive knowing that Luisa was a hot mess.
The hours were ticking by slowly, and it didn't help that the German kept glancing at the clock every few seconds. "Luisa, try to get some rest, ja?" Pieter encouraged. The blonde had filled him in about Beca and what had happened back at home. He was equally concerned, but he knew that the blonde was struggling with her emotions, something very unlike her.
The smile was weak, and she didn't say a word, but she laid her head against the head rest before closing her eyes and trying to get some rest.
Beca was resting when she got there, Luisa choked on air as she looked at her. Those bruises, those cute, oh god, she should have never left her. Never should have left her alone, but herself. What was she thinking? Chloe was there, and she gave her a hug, before asking what was going on. "Some broken ribs, dislocated jaw, fractured her wrist, and lots of bruising, but nothing hugely serious," she spilled out, her voice tired and eyes drooping. "Pieter can give you a ride home, thank you so much Chloe, I do not know how I can ever repay you."
The red head left with the German man, and the blonde sat next to Beca's bed, hand stroking her cheek. "Oh Beca, oh my Beca, I should have never left you alone, this is all my fault," the German sobbed. Tears were running down her face. Beca's eyes fluttered open and felt her heart break at the sight of the woman. She'd never seen her look so vulnerable, so lost, Beca choked out a sob, her casted hand reaching for the German. "It's not, it's not your fault; but.. but promise me you'll never leave again?" Beca cried, her ribs aching.
"I promise you Beca, I promise you with all of my heart."
