A/N: I am so sorry. Holy shit it has been forever. This isn't long. Im sorry for that. But im going to get back into this, since its almost friggin done. Again. So sorry. PLEASE REVIEW. Nicely. THANKS.
"Stand aside, please."
They were scared, but they masked their fear well. The added comfort of the doctor being in the room helped, as they stood blocking the path of Mr. Mitchell, not allowing him access to Beca. Not even to look.
"You should leave." Chloe said folding her arms across her chest and meeting his eyes directly, doing her best, to hold his gaze.
He tilted his head, and smiled at her. Not moving toward them, or stepping away. But he met their stares, not backing down.
"Is there a problem?" The doctor asked walking over, his hands folded in front of him as he looked at all of them in turn before resting his gaze on Aubrey.
She took that as a sign, he wanted her to speak. "This man is not her Father. He gave up parental rights, willingly when Beca was a child. He has no part in her life, and it will do her nothing but harm, having him here." She said, not taking her eyes off of Mr. Mitchell once.
The doctor looked at Mr. Mitchell. "Is this true?" He asked.
Mr. Mitchell's nostrils flared and his smile faltered. "She is still my Daughter. I work at the university she attends, I heard she was in the building that caught fire, I just want to see that she is-"
"Alive. Yes. She is alive. You can go now." Chloe growled, her gaze hardening as she stepped toward him.
He looked at her. "You have no say in what happens with my daughter." He said and looked at the Doctor. "I want them removed from the room."
They looked at him in disbelief. "You gave up your rights, Beca is an adult and she doesn't need you. You are nothing but a pathetic self-loathing monster." Chloe said stepping toward him again, and he was forced to step back. "You neglected her, you abused her and then you abandoned her. I think it's you that needs to leave, Mr. Mitchell, before Beca wakes up." She said.
He let a sharp breath of air out before stepping toward her, his fists clenched. "I thought I warned you to mind your business about things you know nothing about." He said.
"Mr. Mitchell," The doctor began.
Aubrey and Stacie were both watching, waiting, a bad feeling stirring in the pit of their stomachs.
"She is my daughter, rights or no rights, she is still my daughter and you will get out of my way, so I can see that she is okay." He yelled.
The doctor moved up next to him, and placed his hand on his arm. "I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice sir,"
He turned to the doctor, shrugging his hand away. "I want them out." He said. "Now."
"I apologize, sir but there is no reason I should ask them to leave. They arrived with the patient and have been at her bedside for over 12 hours, they are doing no harm."
He huffed and turned around, to face Chloe again. "Just let me see her." He said looking down at her with a glare. "And then I am gone." He didn't give her time to answer before taking her arm and pulling her to side before stepping passed her.
Aubrey was next to Chloe instantly and Stacie blocked him from getting closer to Beca.
"Back off." She snapped, raising her hand and pushing him back slightly.
"Mr. Mitchell, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The doctor said. "Beca is just barley stable, and this is too much-"
He was cut off by Mr. Mitchell whirling around and jabbing his finger into the doctor's chest. "I am not leaving until I have seen my daughter, up close without these fucking children, standing in my way!"
Aubrey and Chloe moved over to Stacie as the doctor grabbed Mr. Mitchell's hand, and shoved it away. "Leave the room, Mr. Mitchell, now. Before I call security and have you removed."
He stepped back, his nostrils flaring, his neck turning red in his anger. "I have don't nothing, to deserve being treated this way. All I am asking, is to stand next to my daughter, and make sure she is okay."
"Mr. Mitchell, I can tell you right now. Beca, is okay. She is banged up, has some smoke inhalation, and is currently sleeping off the trauma, assisted by lots of pain medicine. She is in good hands here at the hospital and has an impeccable support system. Beca is fine, and she is going to be even better once she heals. But, I am afraid you are really going to have to leave now." He said and moved to allow him to walk by.
A sharp breath left him and he stormed out of the room, not giving any of them a backwards glance. As soon as he was gone, the girls all released the breaths they were holding and the doctor looked at them.
"Is he a major cause for concern?"
Aubrey nodded.
"He is violent. I have had to physically stand between him and Beca, to stop him from harming her. She isn't safe around him, and we have all been doing our best to keep the peace, and keep her safely away from him." Chloe said and Aubrey and Stacie looked at her, not expecting her to reveal such information without speaking to Beca first. They did however, understand that she as giving the least amount of information she could, to honor Becas requests, while still trying to keep him away from her.
The doctor nodded and wrote something in a small notepad, then grabbed her chart and wrote on it as well before setting it back at the end of her bed.
"Very well. Thank you ladies, a nurse will be in soon, to check up on her. I apologize for the disturbance."
They nodded as he walked out and Chloe instantly walked over and grabbed her chart, looking it over.
"What does it say?" Aubrey asked.
Chloe smiled. "For the safety, wellbeing and by request of the patient's family, Mr. Mitchell, the patients estranged Father is not permitted inside the room, or around the patient." She read.
"That's good." Stacie said taking her seat again as Chloe put the chart back down.
"I'm going to make a coffee run." Aubrey said. "You guys want some?"
"Yes please," Stacie smiled and Chloe nodded pulling out her wallet.
"Want to maybe grab us all some food too?" She asked.
Aubrey nodded. "Absolutely." She turned and walked over to Stacie, giving her a kiss on the lips.
"Be back soon." She said and left the room.
Chloe sighed and dropped down on the opposite side of the bed, her face falling into her hands. Stacie watched sympathetically, not speaking. Giving her the time she needed. Knowing that though Chloe wasn't a religious person, she was praying to a god she wasn't sure existed, praying that Beca would wake up soon.
XXXXXX
Rain pelting against the windshield, was the only sound that was currently doing anything to even just slightly calm Mr. Mitchells nerves. He sat in his car, his fists gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was fuming. He was nervous. It was only a matter of time before Beca woke up. What if she remembered?
She would surely blab to those girls that were constantly showing up. Chloe, shouldn't even be alive, yet there she was. Still making a fuss over that good for nothing mistake of child. She would tell them, and they would go to the police. They would tell them everything. Probably make stuff up as well, just to make it look even worse.
He should have made sure she was dead, before starting the fire. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. It will have all been for nothing. All this work, to keep her existence locked away. His colleagues didn't need to know about his past. A past he was so ashamed of. His wife, already didn't like the fact that Beca was even in the school, let alone his daughter. She was clueless as to what he had been doing.
If she would have just left, when he told her too. This could have been avoided. All of it. Chloe, that Bumper kid, and what he had to do to him. That foolish child, Jesse. He would never amount to anything.
He should have never had to go into that radio station. If she had just listened. She never listened. Such a disobedient child and always had been. That's why he did what he did. No one wants a child like that, right? Children should be good. Seen and not heard. Something to be proud of. And he was in no way proud of Beca. He might have been, maybe he even was, once upon a time.
She looked just like her Mother. Had her mother's defiant attitude. Strong willed. Always fighting everything. His anger began to rise again. This would ruin him.
He made a mistake, not killing her when he should have. All the ways he could have done it flashed through his mind. Strangulation. Broken neck. Blunt force trauma to the head. Making sure she was in the path of the flames. He should have just got it over with. Instead of making her suffer. Though at the time, the thought pleased him. He failed.
Looking up through the blurry rain drenched window, he could see the lights of the hospital shining brightly.
It was only a matter of time. Before she woke up. Before she ruined his life even more than she already had. He wiped the back of his wrist across his forehead and cracked hi neck to the side, his eyes locked on the hospital.
No. That wouldn't happen. He reached for the handle and opened the door, stepping out into the downpour. Then made his way back toward the front doors of the building. Beca wasn't going to say a word. Beca wasn't going to wake up.
