A/N: Hello friends, so sorry this took so long for me to update. Thank you to all the ones who will continue to read. I know it's short, but there's more to come.
Beca sat in her car on I-10 E, ten minutes away from the Arizona border, pulled over in the shoulder with her phone in hand and head leaned up against the window.
"I'm so sorry but we have a list of all the confirmed survivors and the name you submitted, Chloe Beale, was not on that list—all other passengers not on the list are assumed deceased..."
That sentence kept playing over and over in Beca's head, so much so that she couldn't even hear the rest of the message.
"I'm so sorry but we have a list of all the confirmed survivors and the name you submitted, Chloe Beale, was not on that list—all other passengers not on the list are assumed deceased... I'm so sorry but we have a list of all the confirmed survivors and the name you submitted, Chloe Beale, was not on that list—all other passengers not on the list are assumed deceased... I'm so sorry but we have a list of all the confirmed survivors and the name you submitted, Chloe Beale, was not on that list—all other passengers not on the list are assumed deceased..."
Beca picked her head up and stared down at her phone. Her hands were shaking as she attempted to dial. She didn't even know who to dial. Her dad? Chloe's mom? The airport back? She ended up typing out the whole number and putting the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry... She's gone."
Chloe's mother's cry ripped through the phone. Beca had to take it away from her ear as she began to sob as well. How could this have happened? One minute she was waiting with flowers for the love of her life and the next she was grieving her death? This wasn't right. This wasn't fair.
"I- I gave them your number on the phone... They should call you soon with more information," Beca continued through her tears. "I'm so sorry."
The brunette abruptly hung up and let out a big sob, quickly being cut off by her phone ringing. It was her dad. She answered the phone, but didn't speak right away.
"Beca? Beca, are you there?"
"She's gone, Dad."
"Wh-what? Did you make it to the airport?" he asked, in a low voice.
"No," she replied, gasping for air. "I didn't even make it to Arizona. They called me."
"Who called you?"
"I don't know, the airport!" she screamed. "They said they had a confirmed list of survivors and her name wasn't on it."
"Beca... I, I'm so sorry," he said, waiting a moment before he spoke again. "Go back to your place and get your stuff together. I'll book a flight for you to come home... unless you rather drive."
"No, the flight is fine," she replied quietly.
"Okay, I'll send you the information in a little. Call me when you get home, Becs."
Beca hung up the phone and sat in the car quietly, staring at the steering wheel. She could feel her heart beating harder and harder when a wave of nausea came over her. She quickly opened the driver's side door and hung her head out, throwing up over the pavement. Beca was finally able to catch her breath and close the door after a few minutes. She took a deep breath and started her engine, pulling back onto the road to drive home.
Beca rang the doorbell to her dad's house, her suitcase in hand. The door opened and she faced the man with a tear stained face. She put her luggage down and wrapped her arms around him, letting out a sob.
He held her tightly, not loosening his grip until she was ready. She pulled away after a while, trying to wipe her tears. Her dad took her hands away from her face and wiped the rest of her tears.
"C'mon, get yourself ready."
Beca nodded and picked up her bag, going inside the house. She took a deep breath and went into the guest bedroom. The brunette put her suitcase on the bed and unzipped it. She took out the black dress and laid it on the bed. As she stared at it more tears started to form on her eyes. Putting that dress on the next day was going to be one of the hardest things ever.
