'It's been almost two weeks since tragedy struck the Barden University campus. One student dead. Two in the hospital, critically injured. Stacie Conrad, 21. And Aubrey Posen 25 were violently attacked by a fellow student who had previously been arrested for assault on his girlfriend, Beca Mitchell also 21.
The body of 19 year old student Sarah G. Scout was found dead in the trunk of her car, found crashed and abandoned almost 200 miles away. Blood found in the car belonging to Beca Mitchell, whom Swanson kidnapped after holding Chloe Beale against her will, stabbing and beating her until she lured Beca to him. He then shot Aubrey Posen as she tried to help her friends before fleeing with Mitchell.
Jesse Swanson had been bailed out of jail just hours before beginning this horrifying crime spree. Fulton County received a call just days ago from Beca Mitchell who had escaped just long enough from her captor to make an emergency call. Stating she didn't have much time, that he was coming back and that he was taking her to Los Angeles California. Their whereabouts at this time are unknown, and their means of transportation are also unknown.
If you see either of these two, Jesse Swanson, or Beca Mitchell, you are urged to contact emergency services immediately, but do not approach. Jesse is armed and dangerous. More information as it comes in. This BCA news, thank you.'
The Pictures of Jesse and Beca disappeared as the screen went blank and a pair of shiny ice blue eyes stayed locked on it as the silence was replaced by the steady beeping of the machine currently attached to the unmoving blonde to her right. She looked over slowly. The bruising on her face almost nonexistent. Her red curls pulled back into a messy bun and her eyes tired with dark circles from lack of sleep.
She reached over and ran her fingers through the blonde locks that fell over Aubreys shoulders.
Her face peaceful and clear of blemishes. The only mark on her was that of the bullet hole below her collar bone that was covered with a bandage.
"Chloe?"
The redhead looked up from her place next to Aubrey to see CR and Donald standing in the doorway of her hospital room.
She sat back and motioned for them to come in.
"How is she?" Donald asked hesitantly as he set a bouquet of daisies on her bedside table.
"Better."
He looked from the blonde to Chloe regretfully. This was the second time Chloe had seen him since the day it all happened. The first time he didn't stick around too long, because it was soon after Aubrey had been brought in, and Chloe wasn't in the best mind space.
"Chloe, listen, I'm so sorry for what I did, I would have never done anything to-"
Chloe held up a hand. "It's alright Donald. You were both in the wrong that day, you shouldn't have said what you did, she shouldn't have hit you and you shouldn't have retaliated. It's over now, you were both upset." She said.
Donald looked down at Aubrey again. "I didn't mean what I said. About this being Becas fault." He said and Chloe felt the pang of anger that she felt the day he first said it hit her. But he was apologizing. She needed to stay calm.
She just nodded. "I know, Donald." She said.
He nodded and looked around nervously. CR gave him a sympathetic look before handing Chloe the cup of coffee she was holding. She took it gratefully and sipped the warm liquid.
"How's Stacie?" She asked.
Donald looked up, a smile lighting up his face. "She is doing well. She is stable." He said.
Chloe smiled lightly. "That's great. Has she woken up yet?"
He shook his head. "No, not yet, but her fingers were twitching this morning, so they are keeping a close eye on her right now." He said hopefully.
"That's great news!" Chloe said. CR smiled down at Aubrey.
"We uh, we heard about Beca on the news. Have you heard anything more? Have they any idea where she might be?"
"Just that Jesse killed the driver of the car he stole, and Becas blood was found inside the car, but they are nowhere to be found. He is taking her to LA." She said looking down. "They could be anywhere in the country now. He could be doing god knows what to her."
CR reached over. "He may be crazy Chlo, but he won't kill her." She said.
She knew the younger Bella's was only trying to help, but it wasn't working. "No, but I'm sure she is wishing for death." She said looking down and taking Aubrey's hand in her own, gently stroking her fingers.
CR looked at the pair sadly. "She is strong, Chloe. You know that. She is going to be okay."
Chloe looked up, tears clouding her vision and nodded. "I know she is. But, what if he really hurts her? What if he goes too far and-"
"Miss Beale?" She stopped and looked up to see Detective Kendrick, Snow and Aubreys nurse standing in the doorway.
She hastily wiped her tears, receiving sympathetic looks from the detectives. "I just need to check your stitches." The nurse said walking over.
Chloe nodded and reluctantly let go of Aubrey's hand. She moved over to the second hospital bed where she had been sleeping. The hospital didn't have the heart to make Chloe leave. The nurse looked at Donald and CR.
"They are alright." Chloe said as she laid back and lifted her shirt. The Detectives respectfully looked away. CR had already seen Chloe's stiches and Donald looked down.
Chloe watched as the nurse cleaned and checked the 11 stiches that were placed just to the left below her belly button where Jesse had slowly dug the kitchen knife into her. It wasn't deep enough to cause serious damage, but it did require stitches. After she was done the nurse covered it with a bandage and stood up. "Just a few more days and they should be ready to come out." She smiled and made her way over to Aubrey checking her vitals as the detectives walked to Chloe. She pulled her shirt back down and glared at them.
"Miss Beale," Kendrick nodded.
"Unless you have found my girlfriend, alive, I have nothing to say to you." She said.
It had been like this since they day Jesse took Beca. Chloe was pissed. How the hell could two detectives let Beca not only get out of protective custody, but also the police station, and then get taken by the guy they were protecting her from?
"I'm sorry, we haven't found her yet, but we-"Chloe held her hand up to silence Snow.
She stopped. "I said unless you have found Beca, the girl you failed, I have nothing to say to you." She said and walked passed them back to her spot next to Aubrey. Kendrick looked at Snow. They understood Chloe's anger. They were angry with themselves and were lucky they hadn't been fired. They were allowed to finish out this case, and then they were being suspended without pay.
They walked out and CR shook her head. "Useless." She muttered and looked at Chloe. "Have you eaten?"
Chloe shook her head. "Alright, I'm going to go get you some lunch, I'll be back." She said.
Chloe smiled softly at her. "Thanks."
In all honesty she had no appetite. But she was going to be no help to Beca or Aubrey if she was sick too.
She sat back, closing her eyes as Donald followed CR out. Her mind always wandered to Beca. Wondering if she was okay. If she was badly hurt, or if he was being good to her. If she was eating, or if he was starving her. Where she was sleeping at night, and if she was warm enough.
It wasn't long before she leaned forward, resting her head on the bed, and griping Aubreys hand as she fell into an uneasy sleep.
Jesse's face was that of disgust as he reluctantly held the brown curls that were Becas hair back, as she threw up the contents of her stomach into the toilet, again.
When she was done she fell back and grabbed the towel, wiping her mouth, as hot tears fell down her cheeks. Jesse let her hair go and stood up to get her tooth brush. After putting a large amount of mint paste on it he handed it to her before leaving the small bathroom.
She took it and began brushing away the horrid taste in her mouth.
She couldn't remember much from the day she tried to get away. She had bits and pieces that would flash through her mind. Jesse carrying her, getting into a truck and hearing muffled voices. Then driving. Lots of driving as she slipped in and out of consciousness still held tightly in Jesses arms. Then she was being laid in a bed, a spring bed that was hard and noisy, before a blanket was thrown over her.
She didn't know where they were. She just knew she was in a camping trailer, the kind you hook to the back of a truck. The windows had been blocked out with cardboard and duct tape. The door had multiple locks on it, and of she even tried to go near it, she was locked in the small room that was only big enough for the bed.
She stopped asking where they were, she stopped begging him to let her go. The night before was the first time since it all happened that instead of crawling into bed and lying beside her, he laid her on her back and forced her legs apart. He said he loved her and was going to show her how much by making love to her and starting their family. She only tried to push him away once, before his whole personality changed and the gentle love making turned into pain as he forced himself inside her, clamping his hand over her mouth to muffle her pained screams.
It was earlier that morning, the morning after that she threw up. She was lying in bed, having pushed the blanket away and curling into her side when her stomach lurched and she rushed to the bathroom. Jesse was there quickly pulling her hair back, whispering sweet nothings while she emptied her stomach. When she was done he handed her the toothbrush and when she was done she slowly walked out into the small kitchen where Jesse was cooking breakfast. A happy smile on his face.
The smell made her want to puke again. When she passed him he placed his hand on her stomach and pulled her around so his front was pressed against her back. She stopped trying to fight him, she stopped tensing. She just let him do it. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed happily. Not even asking if she was alright or if she still felt sick. When he started rubbing her belly with his hand, she pulled away slightly. He didn't want him touching her there. Really anywhere, but especially there. He looked at her confused for a moment before speaking.
"Your belly is bigger. You are getting kind of fat." He said. Then reached over turning off the stove where he had been cooking bacon and eggs.
She glared at him. "I'm not getting fat Jesse." She said and went to walk passed him but he stopped her.
"I didn't mean to be rude, baby." He said and pulled her into a hug before kissing her and letting her go.
That was a few hours ago. Now, here she stood again, brushing her teeth after having thrown up the apple Jesse had given her for breakfast. Since she was gaining weight, she wasn't allowed to have what he made. Only fruit, to keep her small.
She looked in the mirror at the bruises on her face, the purple bite marks on her neck and collar bone. The sight making her grimace.
She looked down and realized she had placed her hand over her stomach. She couldn't remember doing it, but suddenly she felt very protective of it. Jesse was right; it was a little bigger, slightly protruding.
Her head shot up. No, it's not possible, they only had sex once since the miscarriage and it was last night. No way was she already pregnant and showing. Besides, Jesse had hit her in the stomach pretty badly that day she started screaming for help. Maybe it's just swelling?
With a final look in the mirror she walked back out into the kitchen. Jesse looked up from where he sat reading a newspaper.
"Why are you sick?" He asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know, Jesse, why is anybody sick?" She asked exasperatedly. He stared her down.
"Are you being smart with me?" He asked narrowing his eyes. She shook her head again.
"No." She said quickly. "No, I'm sorry, I just… I don't feel well, can I please go lay down?" she asked.
His face softened. "Yes, take your clothes off though, if you get a fever it will help, and I'll bring you some cold water." He said standing up.
There it was again. Another mood swing. One minute he's angry, and the next he is trying to take care of her. It was hard to keep up.
She nodded and he kissed her forehead as they passed each other and she walked into the room, doing as she was told and stripping down to her underwear.
She didn't want to use the blanket, it smelled like him. The way he smelled the night before when he tried to 'start their family'. But, she didn't want to be so exposed, and with her belly looking like it did, she didn't want him wondering. She slowly covered herself and lay on her side.
Jesse walked in soon after and handed her a glass of water and two tablets. She sat up and took the glass.
"Take the pills." He said.
She shook her head. "I don't need them." She said softly, hoping to not anger him.
She didn't want to take anything, just in case.
"They'll help you sleep, take them."
She shook her head again. "No, please Jess? I don't want to sleep; I just want to lay here for a while." She almost pleaded.
She saw his eyes flash dangerously and she knew either way she would be taking the pills, though before she could grab them, he had fisted a hand in her hair yanking her head back and when she gasped, he tossed them down her throat. She started choking and he let her go, pushing the glass that was in her hand up toward her mouth. She took a few large gulps as fresh tears stung her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, still coughing slightly as he took the glass and gently pushed her down by the shoulder. Then leaned over her and placed a kiss in her lips.
She was already feeling drowsy, her eyes felt heavy. She was just about to pass out when she felt the blanket move and her eyes opened a sliver to see Jesse move the blanket, and place his hand softly on her now exposed belly, gently caressing it.
She wanted to push him away, to tell him to get his hand off of her but she couldn't, her body was once again shutting down. The last thing she saw was Jesse smile softly before leaning down and placing a kiss to her growing belly before darkness took her.
"Chloe?" A soft voice woke Chloe from her light sleep. She lifted her head when she felt fingers in her hair and locked her blue eyes with sleepy green ones.
"Hey, Bree, how are you feeling today?" she yawned stretching out her arms. Aubrey smiled at her.
"Better than yesterday. Even better tomorrow." She said. "How are you baby? Why aren't you sleeping in the bed?" She asked nodding toward the other hospital bed.
"I just wanted to be close to you." She said. Aubrey smiled and reached out to grasp Chloe's chin and brought her in for a kiss.
"I love you, Chlo." She said gently.
"I love you too Bree." She said and kissed her again. "You should be getting out of here soon."
Aubrey smiled. "I can't wait to get out of this damn bed. I will miss the morphine and the forced sleep, but I don't care, I just want to be out, with you, and looking for Beca." She said, her voice almost cracking at the end.
"We'll find her, Baby. The news this morning said that the blood found in that car," She said and Aubrey nodded eagerly.
"It was confirmed as Becas." Aubrey closed her eyes.
"She is alive Bree. Jesse wouldn't kill her."
Aubrey nodded again. "I want her back." She said. Chloe hated seeing her girlfriend like this. Stuck in a hospital bed feeling so helpless.
"We will get her back, Bree."
There was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Detective snow and a doctor. Chloe sighed.
"Yes?" She asked. Aubrey didn't even scold Chloe for her harsh treatment to the detectives, she agreed with her.
"We have some news." Snow said and the doctor walked in with him.
"You're not my doctor." Aubrey said hesitantly. He shook his head.
"No, I was Becas doctor the day she was brought in by the ambulance."
They both looked at each other confused. "Okay?" Chloe asked.
Snow handed her a file folder. "The tests run on the blood found in the car, was Becas."
"Yeah, we know it was on the news." Chloe said opening the file.
Snow looked down. "The blood test came back with other results." She said.
Aubrey looked at her, her eyes growing slightly as she looked at the file Chloe was holding. Chloe herself had gone completely still.
"Oh my god." She said. Aubrey grabbed the file and Chloe looked up.
"She's 7 weeks pregnant."
A/N: You people think I would ACTUALLY kill one of our girls?! I am an angry person but I'm not evil! Here is a semi longer chapter! Hope you liked it! I did a little research, the pregnancy results will be explained I promise! What did you guys think?! Please review! And thanks for reading! Going to the Skillet concert tonight, so I thought I would update before then!