AN: Hey guys! I have missed you! Sorry for being gone for like a month. I was really busy, and sick and stuff. So i'm back for now. I hope you guys enjoy! Since nobody likes me rambling on with the story.

Wow I realized I haven't updated in over a month... My bad guys.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the ideas in my head...

FLASHBACK:

"I killed someone. I'm a killer."

Stacie P.O.V.

Sitting there in silence as my friend, and my girlfriend just processed the rock I had thrown at them. Well. All silence other than the birds and insects happily going about their day. Nothing.

"Aubrey?..." I whispered quietly, her eyes were wide open, she didn't dare to look at me. I gently touched her face with my finger tips and instantly snatched my hand away when she flinched from my touch.

Soon the defining silence became too much, and I reached out for Aubrey again; not to pull her in but I gently pushed Aubrey to the side, and rolled out to the parking lot as fast as my arms could take me. I jumped into my car. I carelessly folded, and threw my wheelchair in the back seat as I lifted myself into the driver seat. Aubrey must have came out of her daze a short while after I pushed her because I saw her running straight at my car. I quickly wiped away the tears on my face, and started my car. I sped off, and left the blonde waving figure in my rearview mirror.

"What have I done?" I thought to myself, and squeezed my eyes shut momentarily before driving ten over the speed limit.

Aubrey P.O.V.

I should have gone after her... I should have ran faster...

"Stacie! Wait!" I yelled, but it was too late.

I saw the blue car disappear in the distance, and suddenly my knees couldn't hold me anymore. I crumbled in on myself. I felt arms go around me, but I couldn't stop shaking.

"Stacie... Stacie. MY Stacie... A killer. No... My Stacie a killer... No. Not my Stacie... NO! NO! NO!" My brain screamed in protest. I placed my hands over my ears and shook my head as if to get the thoughts out of my head.

"Shh..." Hushed Chloe.

I didn't realize I was screaming out loud until she placed a gentle finger over my lips. I became silent besides my cries of despair. I cried so hard that I suddenly passed out. (I think). I woke up on the couch at my apartment. Sitting up dazed, and disoriented I saw Chloe watching me with a soft thoughtful face.

"How you feelin'?" I whirled around to see Beca's frowning face. Her headphones placed neatly on her neck.

"Fine... Good." My voice cracked. I tried clearing my throat but without success.

Beca pursed her lips, and nodded. "Good... Great." I heard a hint of sarcasm laced in her voice.

I questioningly turned to Chloe who was looking straight at Beca.

"Beca..." Chloe warned.

"What?" Beca bit back, seeming annoyed.

"Don't you even start."

"What's going on?" I questioned, probably my timing was bad, but they both turned their glares at me. I slowly shrunk in on myself again.

Beca scoffed, and Chloe threw her a pointed look.

"Maybe the fact your girlfriend is gone, her phone is turned off, she left her ID, and she's running out of gas. Go ahead take your pick. No answer is wrong. But guess what! No answer is right either." Beca listed off sarcastically.

"Rebecca!" Chloe shouted while my eyes filled up with tears.

"What! It's true! Stacie is out there heartbroken, and scared! You two are just sitting there while she's out there! By herself! How can you just sit there!?" Beca's eyes met mine towards the end of her rant. "And you! How can you tell her you love her when you obviously don't show it? You just sat there in silence! Yeah it's scary, and weird, and a lot to digest but for fuck's sakes! Did you even think about how hard and scary it was for her to tell you?!" Although Beca's argument was valid, and totally right... Her words cut deep inside me.

I felt Chloe take me in her arms, and I chanced a glance at Beca. Her face was twisted downwards in anger, and her eyes showed nothing but hatred, and resentment.

"Rebecca Mitchell. I cannot believe you said that!" Chloe's blue eyes showed fire.

"I'm saying the truth, Chloe! Aubrey should have said something or we wouldn't be in this situation. Stacie wouldn't be gone, and everything would be fine." Beca's gaze locked with mine again. I whimpered as I looked down. "I'm sorry." I repeated over, and over again.

Chloe hugged me tighter, and hushed me again. "Beca, If you blame Aubrey ever again-"

"Or what Chloe? What will you do?" Beca challenged.

"We're over." Chloe's voice held a tone of finality. "She's my best friend!" Chloe defended me once again.

"Stop..." I muttered, but I wasn't being heard.

Beca looked taken aback for a second before she steeled herself again. "Are you serious?"Chloe just stared... Not backing down. "Fine, Whatever Chloe. Go ahead, and kiss Aubrey, and tell her everything will be okay, and it wasn't her fault. Kiss her boo-boos, and heal her wounds. I'm done." Beca turned in her wheelchair until Chloe grabbed one of her handlebars without thinking. "Let go, Chloe." Beca snarled.

"Where are you going?" Chloe's voice was small, but thick with emotion.

"Away." Beca's harsh voice cut both the former lovers. "From you, and her. I'm going to find my best friend."

Chloe's tears fell softly down her face. I just sat there in shock. Chloe tried to place a hand on Beca's shoulder, but was quickly shrugged off as Beca's body stiffened.

"Don't go." Chloe's voice broke as she pleaded.

Beca's body quivered obviously with emotion before she spat out. "I'm not yours to tell me what to do anymore."

"Stop, Beca. I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean it."

Beca broke free of her former lovers grip with a sob. As she neared the door she drew in a deep ragged breath, and with the most venom she could muster. She turned back at Chloe as her heart broke into thousands of pieces.

"I meant it. I'm done with you, Chloe. Somehow i'm always the bad guy. And you never defend me like you defend her." I'm the her... The her who just broke this beautiful relationship. "Goodbye."

A sob broke Chloe's throat as the love of her life left out the door. I didn't know what to do, but to hold Chloe as we both cried together. Chloe for losing the love of her life. Me for being the one that caused it.

Beca P.O.V.

I wiped the tears falling from my face as I got into my car. I had to focus. I had to find Stacie. I kept repeating that phrase over and over after hours of continuous driving. I went to the one last place I could think of where she might be. After rejection and rejection of the whereabouts of Stacie. I silently prayed that she would be here. I quickly pulled up to the cemetery on road 92. "God I must love her if I'm going to be doing this..." I thought. I hated cemeteries. They scared me, and had a strange aura about them that I don't like. As I walked up the stone path I was careful not to step on any gravestones. I tripped on a loose stone, and muttered a curse word under my breath. As I got up to brush myself off a feeling of relief washed over me as I saw a tall, slender woman crouched over a gravestone in the distance. "Stacie!" I yelled, and much to my relief her head slowly turned to the side. She stood up, and as I approached her everything became too much, and I fell into her arms. She guided us to the cemetery grass and gathered me into her arms again.

"Shh... It's okay... I got you." She muttered into my ear as she kissed my hair.

"Chloe... and I are finished." I whimpered out as I tried to breath in jagged breaths.

I heard her gasp quietly, and squeezed me tighter.

"I'm here... I got you."

And in the moment I thanked god for a best friend like Stacie.

AN: Bam! So Bechloe... are over :( I'm sorry to all you Bechloe lovers... I'll update soon. I promise. Try to wrap your mind around everything that has happened.

R.I.P. Bechloe :c