A/N hello everyone! so here is a little update as my exams are now done for a little bit i had some free time. please review and let me know what you think :) enjoy!

I could feel an insane throbbing in my head and everywhere else for that matter. I opened my eyes but it did no good, as soon as my eyes cracked open a curtain of red liquid poured into my vision, a metallic taste was in my tongue and down my throat and as I tried to focus an intense gushing became very clear in my stomach. It took me a moment to remember what had happened before everything went black. My blood (what was left of it) began to boil as I thought of what a complete asshole Tom was and I would happily murder him as soon as I get the chance.

'Focus Beca' I told myself. Without opening my eyes I tried to figure out where I was; it was cold, but I didn't know whether that was just because of the amount of blood loss, I could feel ties on my wrists and I was barefoot on a cold floor. There were echoes in the room and was that... water running? It sounded like a... shower? Yes a shower. So I gathered I was in the shower room, how I'd grown to hate this god awful room for all the shit that had gone down here. It had also dawned on me that I wasn't wearing any clothes at all and I became suddenly conscious as to who was in the room. Trying my best to look around through all the blood coming down my face I squinted one eye open and tried to tilt my head around to get a better view. No one was in here but I could see a large duffel bag on the floor with something poking out of it but she couldn't make out what. 'right, I need to get out of here' I told myself and I began to put all my energy into my wrists and struggle against the ties that were digging far into my wrists. To my delight the blood on my wrists made the ties greased against my flesh and I could almost get my hand out of them. Just as It was nearly free I heard the large door open and slam shut and lock. I quickly stopped moving and shut my eyes, trying my best to appear almost unconscious.

"Beca" a disgustingly chipper voice sang, "wakey wakey". God I wanted to punch him. Yet I remained still. At least until I fist impacted my face and a mouthful of blood erupted from me. My eyes opened and I glared at him dead in the face despite the vast swelling of my right cheek. "Fuck you, asshole" I muttered, spitting blood into his face for good measure. Wiping his face he sneered and said "you should watch your mouth... literally... be nice Becs or you wont have long left" I kept my mouth shut but slung curses at him in my mind. With my jaw set I simply stared at him, waiting for him to say something. "You see Beca, the thing is, you have caused nothing but trouble for me, thanks to you I lost my girlfriend and can no longer get her back because of all the bullshit you put into her head. I come to apologise to her and I find her showering with you! Do you have any idea how that made me feel Beca? Like shit that's what. So I wait at home for her to come back like she always does and you guessed it she never came home, I go to campus and ask around and everyone tells me she's been living with you and going to the movies with you. That is not okay. I have no choice but to get rid of you. This is your fault, you bought this on yourself, if she doesn't have you she'll have no one and she'll have no choice but to come back to me. so... I'm afraid you're gonna have to go."

I didn't even blink. I just glared at him, what a worthless piece of shit. Chloe is so much better without him. As much as I would happily be killed and drift off into oblivion, I couldn't let Chloe end up back with him. Millimetres away from my face now, our noses almost touching he whispered "bye bye Beca" and turned around to go to his bag. Now was my chance, with all my might I pulled against the ties on my hands, grimacing from the pain my hand finally slipped free, allowing the tie to come away from my other hand too, holding the tie in my hand so it didn't drop for him to notice. I stood there as if nothing had happened, looking down I saw a disgusting sight. There was a large hole in my abdomen from what I'm assuming was a large knife and blood quite literally surrounded my feet in pools and I suddenly felt very light headed. Tom turned around at this point and the object from the bag was clearly visible in his hand. It was a gun. If I wasn't dizzy before I sure was now. His eyes gleamed at the look of fear on my face and he slowly advanced towards me. Shaking, I tried to decide when to strike, but before I knew it he was in too close a proximity for me to escape. He lifted the gun and began to trace the outlines of my face with the weapon. I shut my eyes and tried to picture Chloe in front of me instead, with her fingers tracing my face. I smiled softly at the thought of her touch and quickly I realised that was a bad idea. My eyes snapped open and Tom looked pissed. "you have nothing to smile about you fucking dyke" he shouted and pointed the gun square in my face. I took in a deep breath and prepared myself for what was to come, when he took a step back and looked pensive for a moment. "now now now, we don't want to spoil all the fun already do we?" he looked at me as if he was waiting for an answer, he got a glare in response. "let's play a game shall we? Every time you annoy me, I'm going to shoot you somewhere, and gradually that place will get closer and closer to..." he poked a finger in-between my eyes and I snarled at him trying to turn away from his touch. "you're not going the right way about this Beca" he chuckled as he clicked off the safety but lowered the gun. He didn't look away from my face as he pulled the trigger, the bullet firmly embedding itself in my foot. I took in a sharp gasp but refused to make any noise and I willed myself not to cry. I continued to glare at him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. "Now, I was thinking about why me and Chloe went wrong, she was too fucked up" he tapped the gun against my head. I stayed still as the tip lingered on my temple. "all that depressing shit going round in her head, what did she expect? I wasn't going to put up with it everyday, sometimes I just needed something new, someone normal, you know? Having to see what a mess she was when she took off her clothes... it made me sick! I didn't know how you put up with it Beca honestly I didn't, but I can see now" he said as he moved the gun to go over the scars that plagued my skin. "you're just as fucked up as her" he smirked. I couldn't contain myself, rage was bubbling up. "i thought after she'd left me she was gonna go hang herself or something and I thought 'good riddance to the bitch' I was better off without her. But after coming home and realising how much she did for me, I guess I missed her, she made me feel powerful. I needed to feel that power again. I needed to touch her again, make her broken again. Hurt her again...". He pressed his hand into the wound on my stomach and I winced slightly, not wanting him to know the pain he caused. He shut his eyes as if remembering the pain he caused Chloe, as he smiled it made me sick. I couldn't take this any more.

"I'm bored of you now" he stated and raised the gun to my face, steadying his aim I exhaled 'Chloe I love you' so quietly he didn't notice. His finger pressed on the trigger but there was no bang, only a 'click'. "Fuck" he muttered. And opened the mag to look at his ammo, it was empty. He turned and went to his bag, rummaging through it for more bullets. 'Now is your chance' I told myself firmly, I let the tie drop and slowly staggered forward, towards a crouching Tom. The knife he had used to stab me was beside him after he took it out of his bag in search of bullets. I slowly crouched and picked it up, standing directly behind him my shadow fell in front of him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he half screamed. "Feeling powerful" I spat back at him and brought the knife down deep into his shoulder. He yelped in agony and feel sideways to the floor. While he was down I quickly ran towards the door. But I remembered it was locked, "shit I muttered" turning around slowly so I didn't pass out on the spot I walked back over to a screaming Tom, I reached down and pulled the blade out of his shoulder he cried out and I thought he was going to faint or throw up from the pale colour of his face, it made me wonder how much of a state I must look right now. "where is the key?" I calmly asked him, waiting for a response, nothing. I brought the knife back down just about to plunge into his other shoulder when he held up his hand "WAIT" he choked out.

I held the knife close to him just to show that he better not fuck around, he reached into his back pocket and I pushed the knife just enough to break the skin, "you better not be fucking with me Tom" I muttered, spitting more blood onto his body, he looked probably as innocent and scared as I'd ever seen him. He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and a shaky hand held them out to me. I snatched them from him and plunged the knife back into his shoulder, "thanks... asshole" and I stumbled out of the shower room, locking the door behind me.

The last bits of my energy were spent running towards my dorm room stark naked and bleeding profusely from most parts of my body. Bursting through my door I collapsed onto the floor, blackness edging around my vision and my limbs began to go numb. "Becs?" She heard a voice that was thick with tears. "Chloe?" I murmured, no energy left to form proper words. "I'm sorry" I whispered as a ginger mess came into my view and my breathing became laboured as my heart struggled to find blood to pump. My vision failed me and the throbbing significantly lessened as finally, everything went black.

so will that be the end of Tom? or is Beca dead? who knows! ME