Chapter 10: Spencer's house

Next day Chloe found herself on first flight to Florida not knowing exactly why but she knew something was related to Beca's mom made her ran away from everyone but she is not sure though but she wanted to tell Beca's mom what she missing through these past years also want to know what's the exact problem with that lady. But Chloe absolutely have no idea how will go her and Elizabeth's first encounter because right now Chloe is fuming. She is angry, frustrated and also worried over Beca. So that's how she found herself outside the main door of Spencer's house.

"Okay. No need to shout. No need to worry. I'm just here to get some answers of my question maybe that will lead me towards Beca. Yes that's why I'm here. Calm down. Okay let's do this. " Chloe pep-talked to herself while shifting her weight from one feet to another. After minutes of passing she knocks on door. Opened by middle age women brown hair and pair of brown eyes with glasses face slightly resembles to Beca. Okay Chloe way to go. Don't screw this up.

After minutes of silence Elizabeth asks, " yes?" Her hand resting on door frame and another on door knob which is half open.

"Hello. Mrs. Mitchell... I Mean Mrs. Spencer? I am Chloe beale the one who called you yesterday?" Chloe starts only to see door was going to close. Just in a last minute she put her left foot in between door and door frame which she soon found was a very bad idea. It's hurts like bitch. Mental note do not do it again.

"I'm not finished yet." Chloe says pushing the door by using her weight, this action is not expected by Elizabeth stumbled back with door which makes an easy access to Chloe inside. Chloe enters in living room, " thank you Mrs. Spencer."

"How dare you? Get out from my house." Elizabeth yelled at Chloe who is now comfortably sitting on couch.

"Don't yelled at me. Keep your voice low. Because definitely my belt goes higher than your." Chloe says trying to be calm.

"My what?" Elizabeth says confusingly. To which Chloe only rolls her eyes.

Hearing their voice one middle age man , black hair, little shaved beard entered in living room slightly confused by scenario decent redhead sitting on couch and her wife fuming with anger.

"What's going on dear?" He said to her wife.

"Hello. I assumed you are Mr. Spencer. Nice to meet you. I'm Chloe beale." Before Elizabeth begins Chloe introduce herself.

"Umm. Hello. Call me James. But do I know you?" James started unsurely.

"No you don't. But believe me if this lady answers my question. I will happy to leave." Chloe says while gesturing to Elizabeth.

"Am I not cleared yesterday? I don't care about Beca and I don't know about her." Elizabeth pissed at this point.

"Look I don't care what you care about but one thing that you have to know that I care about her and now she is missing. So I just want to know where she might be right now." Chloe says using same tone as Elizabeth's.

"Wait. Slow down. Who's Beca?" James says looking back and forth between both of womens.

Both of womens forget about him until now Chloe looks at Elizabeth.

"I called Beca two months ago and we have some disagreement kind of fight then I don't contact her since." Elizabeth says not knowing where to start and what to say .

Room filled with pin drop silence. Chloe processing the new information trying to put two and two and the other hand James was still confused because that's definitely not answer of his question.

"You called Beca?you called Beca after 4 years or you always contact her?" Chloe wanted to know.

"No. That was first time and last time too." Elizabeth replied.

"You called your daughter after 4 years for the first time and after your call no ones heard from her. What did you say to her? By looking at you it didn't seem any good. Now tell me."Chloe says slightly raising her voice.

"Your daughter? You have daughter?" James says more confused than before.

"Elizabeth sighs, " I used to have daughter not anymore. And now I will answer your question lady but after that you will leave and never come back." First she look at her husband and then Chloe who only nods. Elizabeth tell every sentence as she could remember from 2 months after also some important part from her past which should have known to them for getting whole story.

"You what? How could you say that to her? You know how she is? She is insecure women never tell anyone what she holding inside. She is emotional person who covered herself with layer of sarcasm. You said her those meaningful things to her to your own daughter. Maybe she never talked about you but whenever I asked her about you I can see only love and kind of guilt. I can say no matter what she loved you. Are you even a human?"Chloe started her rant and not able to hold herself from attacking the women who is standing in front of her. But James quickly rushes towards her holding her by waist under him Chloe is fighting for her freedom," get off. She don't deserve it. " after a while Elizabeth said, " NO she didn't love me. She chose him over me."

"Look I don't know what happened between you and your ex husband or Beca. But if you just get your head from your ass and work out some things between your family. Then it'll help a lot. Rather than contact her after years and told her meaningful things instead of sweet words." Chloe says in frustration.

Both ladies are on the verge of tears. "I've to go before I could kill you." Chloe said finally and make her way out of house before slamming door hard.

Chloe is laying on her hotel bed trying to figure out what to do but knowing she is running out of options. She reaches for phone and call only one person she knows can help her.

"Hello, bree. I need your help." Chloe says and she tell her whole story.

"Okay. Chloe I understand what you are going through. But I need you to calm down first. Now you are going to come home tomorrow and we will figure out something. Okay? We are going to find her soon. Now go sleep. It's getting late. Message me your flight details and I'll pick you up from airport." Aubrey tells her.

"Yeah see you tomorrow." Chloe hung the phone.