You should have run. You should have screamed, he has neighbors. You should have done something.

"Beca?"

You let him take you. You didn't argue, why didn't you argue? You didn't fight hard enough. You did what he told you to do. You let him do this. You let him hurt you. You're weak.

"Beca? Can you hear me?"

Weak.

Detective Kendrick reached out and gently touched her hand. She flinched away from him, her eyes wide and fearful.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly, retracting his hand. "You went away there for a while. Are you okay?"

She rubbed the spot on her hand that he touched and looked around confused. How long had he been talking to her? How long had she spaced out?

"I-I'm sorry. What was the question?" She blinked a few times, trying to ground herself.

He gave her a sympathetic look. "You were just telling me about the second day. Saturday." He said and she looked down, her eyebrows knitted tightly together. That's where she went.

She wasn't ready to continue this story. Not after hearing that Jesse had been hiding out in her closet. She was terrified. Disgusted. They said he had thrown Emily into the closet to escape. Emily was in hysterics. Beca was furious. He scared Emily. She had nothing to do with this. He had no right to do what he did. To Emily, or her. Emily was afraid to be in the house now. It was her fault he was there. It was her fault Emily went though that. All of it, was her fault.

She didn't want to continue the story. Her statement. But she was told the sooner she was able to give it, the more accurate it would be. It was still fresh in her mind. Little did they know, it would always be fresh in her mind.

"Um. Yeah, he uh, he let me out of the room, but didn't leave my side." She said. "He wouldn't even let me use the bathroom alone. Then, he loosened his grip a little. I should have seen it coming."

XXX

Saturday (TW. Abuse, emotional, physical, mental. Kidnapping)

Jesse sat on the couch, Beca next to him, his arm around her shoulders so she was tight against him.

He had a beer bottle in his free hand and some old comedy playing on the tv. He was laughing, smiling. Acting as if it were a normal day. She was confused, and a little annoyed. What the hell was he doing? Why was he acting like this was okay?

She looked down, seeing his bottle was almost empty. She slowly let her eyes drift to the front door. It was locked but if she was quick enough, she could unlock it and make it out.

She shifted away from him just barely and he tightened his arm around her. His easy-going smile disappearing as he looked at her.

"What are you doing?"

She looked at him and tried to force a smile. "I was going to get you another beer." She said.

He cocked an eyebrow before lifting the bottle, never taking his eyes off her and finished it.

"Okay." He said and handed her the empty one.

She took it and slowly moved away from him, his arm loosening as she moved before he let her go. She stood on shaky legs and made her way to the kitchen. She could hear the movie playing, and Jesse chuckled at something as she reached the kitchen. She dropped the empty bottle into the trash and opened the fridge looking for the beer. She spotted a couple bottles laying on the bottom shelf and she bent down, grabbing one.

She stood back up, and turned around, freezing. Jesse wasn't on the couch.

The movie was playing, but he was gone. Her eyes flashed to the front door the bottle held tightly in her hand.

Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure you'd be able to see it. She looked toward his bedroom. The door was open, the light was off. The bathroom door was slightly cracked, the light on. Had it been like that before? No, she didn't think so.

He was in the bathroom. She could do it; she could run. She would make it.

She let her eyes flash to the bathroom door one more time before she bolted for the door.

She was just passing the couch when she was hit from the side. Jesse tackled her to the floor, his eyes murderous as she struggled under him.

"I knew you were a fucking liar!" He growled standing up and yanking her off the ground.

He had been crouched in front of the couch so she couldn't see him. He tricked her.

She still held the beer bottled and tried to swing it at him, but he caught her wrist and pried it out of her hand, before slapping her hard across the face.

She cried out, grabbing her face as the tears instantly flooded her eyes. He tossed the bottle onto the couch and pulled her toward the bathroom.

"You are so fucking stupid Beca. This is why you are here you know. Because you were stupid. Stupid enough to follow me. You knew something wasn't right, but you still came. Now look at you." He mocked as he pushed her into the bathroom.

"I told you, you weren't leaving here. Not until I say." He said and reached into the tub, turning the cold water on.

"You couldn't listen, so now," He said plugging the tub. "Now, you will be punished."

She stood, tears streaming down her face, holding her cheek with one hand. What was happening? Who was this guy? He certainly wasn't the guy she had been dating. He wasn't the funny a Capella singer that loved comedies and dreamed of scoring movies. He was insane. He was out of his mind. He was forcing her into the tub.

She gasped, the freezing water stealing her breath as he shoved her down in the water.

"J-Jesse, stop please!?" She cried as her body was being submerged in freezing water, she tried to ger out.

"You won't try to run away again, will you?" He asked as he pushed her down into the water again.

"Jesse!" She screamed again and he slapped his hand over her mouth.

"Don't you dare bother my neighbors." He warned shoving her down onto her back in the water.

She struggled against him, hard. But the water was so cold, and she was starting to struggle to move her limbs. How was the tub filling so fast?

"This is what happens when you don't listen." He said and shoved her head under the water.

She opened her eyes and could see him above her, watching her as she tried to free herself. His hands held her tightly. Her lungs began to burn and the panic set in. How long had she been under? She had to get out of the water. It was too cold, she couldn't breathe. She was going to die.

She hit his arm a few times, hoping he would understand and a second later he was pulling her out of the water. She was choking, gasping for air and she could distantly hear the water draining.

His hands were off her, but she was so cold, she couldn't move if she wanted to. She was more worried about breathing.

"I think you've learned your lesson." He was saying and she looked at him as her body shook uncontrollably.

She watched as he turned the hot water on and evened it out with the cold. The warm water hurt her freezing skin and she tried to back away from it.

"I'm trying to help you, you idiot." He scowled forcing her into the stream of warm water.

Her clothes were soaked, and she shivered and winced as the water began to warm her up. She did her best to control her shaking as she looked at him. He was watching her with a smirk.

"Y-you're psychotic." She stammered and he shook his head with a chuckle.
"You're just now realizing this?"

She looked away from him, slowly reaching her hands toward the running water when he grabbed them.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

She felt the knot in her stomach grow. He wasn't going to let her go. He was crazy. And he tried to kill her.

She looked up at him, her lips blue, her cheek bruised.

"Yes."

XXX

"From that moment, he was never more than a few inches away from me. He didn't try to act sane anymore either. He was cruel. He enjoyed every time I flinched. He would purposely do things to make me flinch, then he would laugh. Call me stupid. It continued that way, until I got out."

"Is there anything else you would like to say about what happened before you escaped? Anything else he did that you would like on record?"

Beca looked out the window. "He hit me when I didn't do as he asked. He degraded me, just because he could. He forced me into two more ice baths. Punishment. I don't really know what I did to deserve them. But he thought I did. I didn't understand his rules, I guess. Then, when I got out, he ran after me. He caught me as I reached the stairs and he shoved me down them. By the time I hit the bottom, my bag was tumbling after me, and he was right behind it. I remember him standing over me at the bottom and calling an ambulance. And then nothing. I woke up here."

"Did he do anything else?" Detective Kendrick asked and she knew what answer he was looking for.

"He didn't rape me, if that is the answer you are wanting."

"It's not an answer I want. I am glad to hear you weren't put through that on top of everything else." He said and she nodded.

"So am I."

XXX

Chloe and Aubrey were in the hallway outside Becas room. She was getting some much-needed sleep and they were speaking with Kendrick.

"Did you get what you needed?" Chloe asked.

He nodded. "I got her statement on tape. I just need her to identify him. He is in custody, and her doctor said she isn't being released for at least another twenty-four hours. I am going to have a photo of him sent to me. She can identify him that way."

"Thank you, I'm sure that will be much easier on her." Chloe said.

"Well, I better be going." He said. "Have a good night."

Aubrey watched him walk away before looking at her best friend. Chloe hadn't slept since they got the call that Beca was in the hospital. She couldn't and Aubrey didn't think anything she could say would help.

"What do you say we try and get a few hours of sleep? While she is." She said looking toward Becas room. "Jesse is in custody; nobody can hurt her. She is safe here."

Chloe looked into the room, seeing Beca sleeping. She took a breath and looked at Aubrey.

"Yeah, okay."

Aubrey looked surprised. So she was wrong.

"Come on. I'll drive." She said and with one last glance at Beca, Chloe followed her.

A/N: Please review? Its awesome seeing some familiar names of people who read my stories before!