A/N: This chapter is going to have a flashback! TRIGGER WARNING (ABUSE, MENTAL, EMOTIONAL, PHYSICAL)
"We got to his apartment, and he took my bags, putting them in the closet by the door."
Beca had a far away look in her eyes, and Detective Kendrick had traded his notepad for a recorder. He didn't want to miss a single detail that would help Beca when the time came.
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Friday
Beca stood a little unsure next to the front door as Jesse dropped her bags carelessly on the floor of the closet and closed the door. She tried not to make a face, letting him know her displeasure at hearing her laptop hitting the floor. He was already angry enough. She still wasn't sure why, and didn't really want to know.
He turned to her and let out a breath. "Are you hungry?" He asked and she looked at him in confusion.
"What?" He asked, his whole demeanor had changed. He didn't look angry; he didn't sound angry. But he had to be. Why else would he show up acting like they had plans unless she had done something he didn't like? This wasn't the first time this had happened.
"Jesse…why am I here? You lied about having plans for a reason. Why?" She asked, not wanting to pretend like everything was fine. She had other plans, she had no intention of spending the afternoon with him, let alone the entire weekend. She was confused, a little scared and in no mood to pretend like this was a normal occurrence.
He stared at her for a few seconds.
"Because." He said and walked away from her toward the kitchen. She didn't follow him, instead she looked to see the door was unlocked. She could leave. Something was screaming at her, to leave.
She looked back toward the kitchen, where he had disappeared.
"Jesse, I don't know what this is about, but I'm going to go okay?" She called and turned around grabbing the door handle. She would get her bags later.
She had just pulled the door open when something hit it and it slammed shut. She didn't have time to react before a hand was wrapped around her waist and she was lifted off of her feet.
She released an involuntary shriek and immediately struggled against him, throwing her arms out trying to grab something.
"What are you doing?! Put me down!" She yelled as she tried to grab onto the doorframes or anything she could reach as she was pulled down the hall and away from the front door. Away from freedom.
"Jesse, stop please?!" She begged. Why was he doing this? Where was he taking her?
She could hear him grunting in the effort it was taking to drag her through the apartment. Apartment.
He had neighbors on both sides, above and below him. She needed to get away from him. She needed someone to hear her.
"Help!" She screamed, as he tightened his grip on her and pulled harder. She kicked and screamed and tried to grab onto anything she could, but his apartment was practically bare so when that didn't work, she reached behind her and tried to scratch at his face. What was happening?
She felt her nails rake down his face and he growled in pain, yanking his face away and letting her go, shoving her hard to the ground.
She landed on her stomach and the force knocked the air out of her. She gasped for air and tried to get up, but he grabbed her again and this time, covered her mouth with one hand and lifted her off her feet again, turning and walking her towards his bedroom.
She screamed as loud as she could against his hand, but he didn't stop. Someone had to hear her. They had too.
He slammed her onto the bed on her stomach and shoved her face down into the pillow as he grabbed something from his night stand. She couldn't breath and struggled to get free, but he was stronger than her and used his body weight to keep her pinned.
After a few seconds he flipped her back around and straddled her waist.
"I'm sorry, please Jesse, I'm sorry. Please stop." She begged as tears that she didn't even know had fallen started soaking her cheeks.
"Why did you try to leave, Beca?" He asked, his tone annoyed as he ripped a piece of duct tape he had grabbed from his nightstand.
Her eyes grew and she shook her head. "No, no, please stop," She was frantic. He couldn't cover her mouth; he couldn't take her voice. How would she call for help? She tried to grab for the tape but he slapped her hands away.
"Shut up, Beca." He snapped and pushed the tape over her mouth. She fully broke down now and her body shook with sobs as he grabbed her hands, holding them together and taping her wrists.
"You shouldn't have tried to leave. We could have avoided this." He told her as he taped her wrists together. She could barely hear him over the sound of blood rushing to her ears as this all became too clear. He was binding her. Keeping her against her will. He was kidnapping her.
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"Did he keep you bound the entire time?" Detective Kendrick asked. She looked up and shook her head slowly.
"No. Not the whole time. He would… his mood was so unstable. One minute he would be acting normal, talking to me as if nothing was wrong. Like he wasn't holding me captive. The next it was like a switch would flip. He would get this look in his eyes." She wasn't looking at Detective Kendrick. Her gaze was locked somewhere below where he was sitting. She was seeing what she was describing. She was seeing something he couldn't see.
"They were dark. He almost looked," She trailed off and shook her head slightly, shaking herself out of her trance.
"What did he look like Beca?"
She looked back up at him and he could see the torment in her blue eyes.
"Evil."
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Saturday
Beca blinked against the light as Jesse opened the curtains to his room and let the sunlight flood in.
She felt her breathing speed up. It hadn't been a horrible nightmare. Her wrists were still bound together, now tied above her to the bedframe. Her mouth was still taped shut. She was still in his bed.
He had found her phone in her pocket and took it before tying her up and leaving her alone. He didn't come back that night.
"Good morning." He said gently walking toward her with two coffee cups in his hands. He set them on the nightstand, next to the tape and roll of rope he used to tie her hands to the bedframe.
"If you promise not to scream anymore, I will take the tape off." He said. "I made you a cup of coffee. Just how you like." He smiled toward the cup.
She slowly looked over at it before looking down.
"Do you promise not to scream?" He asked again and she looked back up. Her eyes were sore and red rimmed from the amount of crying she had done the day before. Her throat was sore as well. She nodded slowly. Not wanting to upset him. She didn't know what else he was capable of.
He smiled widely at her. "Good, I hoped you would be a good girl and make this easy for me." He said reaching toward her. "And you." He chuckled before ripping the tape off of her mouth. She winced as her skin began to sting. Good girl? She wasn't a dog. He never spoke to her like that.
She didn't focus on it for long though, instead putting her attention on Jesse as he reached up and began to untie her.
She didn't let her eyes leave him for a second, wanting to know his every move.
When he finished untying her wrists, he gripped them, pulling her to sit up. She winced again as pain shot through her back from being in the same position for so long.
She let her legs fall off the side of the bed and stretched her arms. He watched for a second before handing her the coffee.
She took it slowly and looked into it. It was indeed coffee, and the cup was hot.
"I made it just how you like." He smiled. "Go ahead, try it and see."
She was a little put off by his excitement. Why was he acting this way? Why was he acting like he hadn't just untied her from a bed he kept her in all night?
She carefully brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip. He was watching her expectantly and she forced a smile.
"Th-thank you. It's good." She said taking another sip.
He stood up and she watched him carefully as he grabbed his own cup. "I knew you would like it. I've been practicing. I know you are particular about your coffee so I wanted to get it just right. And I did." He smiled proudly, taking a drink of his own.
She felt her stomach tighten. He had never been able to make her coffee. He never quite got it right, and would get really upset every time he got it wrong. However, this was exactly how she drank it. He had been practicing? Did he kidnap her just to impress her with a good cup of coffee?
"Jesse- "
"About yesterday," He cut her off. She looked down, taking in a breath. "I'm sorry I was so rough. I didn't want to hurt you." He said and actually looked upset with himself.
"Why…why did you?" She asked, her voice small. She didn't want to upset him again. Whatever was happening, whatever mental break he was having, she didn't want to make it worse.
"You tried to run. I couldn't let you. Then you started screaming." He said and she could hear his tone getting more clipped.
"Jesse… can I please go home?" She asked. "We can forget this ever happened; I promise I won't tell anyone." She said and watched his eyes darken. Shit.
He set his cup down and she watched as his fists opened and closed tightly a few times before he turned back to her. He wouldn't hit her…would he?
She gripped the coffee cup tightly, watching him with fearful eyes.
"You are home."
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Beca had gone silent for a few moments, gathering her thoughts when Detective Kendrick's phone rang.
He looked at it and stopped the recorder. "I'm sorry, I have to take this." He said standing up. "I'm sure you could use a break. Would you like me to send your friends in?"
She nodded. "Yes, please."
He walked out and seconds later Chloe and Aubrey walked in.
"Hey Becs, how is it going?" Chloe asked as Beca pulled the blanket off her lap.
"I hate this." She sighed. "I want to go home."
Chloe watched her brace her hands on the arms of the chair.
"Let me help you." She said stepping over and let Beca wrap an arm around her shoulders as she lifted her to her feet. She couldn't put much pressure on her ankle, but she needed to lie down. The chair was rough on her back.
She helped her back into the bed as Aubrey grabbed the blanket to cover her with.
"You can go home soon." Chloe said once she was settled. "But we were wondering… if you would maybe want to stay with us for a little while?"
Beca looked at her curiously, then over to Aubrey. "Why?"
Chloe looked down for a second then she also looked over to Aubrey.
"We would just feel better knowing you were safe at our place, and you're on the third floor at the house, it'll be hard on your ankle."
Beca smirked slightly as she laid back. "I don't know." She said.
Aubrey gave Chloe a look and nudged her. "Um, Beca,"
Beca looked at her, her eyes tired. "What's wrong?"
"Please?" She asked. "Please stay with us?" Subtlety wasn't her strong suit.
She looked at her for a long while, she didn't want to say no. She wanted more than anything to go home with Chloe. She wanted the security she felt with her. But she was worried. She didn't want the feelings that she had kept buried so deep for so many years to surface while she was in the state she was in. It wouldn't be fair.
On the other hand, she hated the thought of never telling Chloe how she felt. This was the worst possible time, she knew that. But what was wrong with letting herself feel something positive in such a negative time?
She looked from Chloe's hopeful face to Aubrey's. Then back to Chloe.
"Okay. I would love that."
Chloe smiled widely and leaned over to hug her just as Detective Kendrick walked back in.
"Good news." He said and Chloe stood up as they all looked at him.
"Jesse was apprehended on campus about thirty minutes ago."
Chloe looked at Beca, waiting for her reaction. "He was on campus?"
Kendrick nodded. "Yes, he was, uh… he was actually found by one of your roommates. Apparently, he was in your house, hiding out in your closet. Presumably waiting for you to return home."
Becas blood ran cold. He was in their house. Her friends were in that house.
"He didn't hurt anyone did he?" She asked, her voice panicked.
He shook his head. "No, from what I was just told he was found when one of your roommates went to pack you some clothes. He fled the house and was chased down and held by two other boys, friends of yours."
"Oh my god." Aubrey said, covering her mouth. "I am so glad he was caught, what happens now?"
"Now, Beca will need to make a positive ID on him. They have him down at the station right now finger printing and processing him. He will be questioned and held until he can be seen by a judge. From there he can make bail or not. It depends on what plea he enters."
Chloe reached down and grabbed Becas hand. "You don't have to do this alone."
"Bree, please find my Doctor?" She asked and Aubrey nodded before leaving the room.
"Becs, are you okay?" Chloe asked and she looked up at her.
Her eyes were filling with fresh tears. She was relieved that he was caught but terrified at the same time. She didn't want to face him. What if they let him out? He already somehow got into her house and no one knew it. If he got out, he would come back for her. He would finish what he started.
She shook her head. "No. I'm not."