"C'mon," Beca muttered to herself. She was alone, Gretel was at work. She knew she needed to leave. Chloe needed her. She needed Chloe. Beca squeezed her eyes closed as she tightened the handcuffs. Metal pierced her skin. She tightened it more, gritting her teeth. The cuffs finally gave way and Beca sighed in relief. "Never do that again," she muttered, climbing off the bed.
Beca turned the doorknob, knowing that it wouldn't work anyways. For once in her life though, she wasn't going to run from her problems. Ha. Yeah right. Beca looked around the room, rubbing her wrists. The handcuffs had dug in as she was jamming them, so a small trickle of blood flowed down her arm. The DJ was determined to get out, no matter what it took.
The tiny DJ scowled at the door. It wouldn't open. Knowing she'd regret it later, Beca ran across the room, straight into the door. "Oww," Beca groaned, rubbing her shoulder. So maybe running straight into a door wasn't that good of an idea. Instead, Beca scanned the room for anything she could use as a weapon. The chair. The little DJ grabbed the wooden chair, swinging it over her head and ramming it against the doorknob. She forced the door open, once the knob broke off.
She was getting away. It felt good. For the first time in her life, running from her problems didn't come with regret. She was going to Chloe. Beca ran through the house, finally getting to the front door. She ripped it open, breaking into a full on sprint. She wanted to get away as soon as possible.
Beca didn't see it coming. Of course it happened though, she just has the worst of luck. All she could hope was that it cause any brain damage. A baseball bat to the head can be dangerous.
"You're completely sure?" Nate asked again. "She's been acting weird, and she's really straightforward," Chloe stated, fully believing Grace had something to do with it. Chloe pushed his pay towards him. "My friends think I'm crazy, looking for her like this. But I need to find her. We sort of left on a bad note, and it's all my fault," Chloe said sadly, her voice breaking. Nate reached for her hand, "I did something similar, my wife and I are happily married. We'll find her," he reassured the redhead. He never had kids of his own, he never earned enough, and they could never conceive. Nathaniel Middleton always wanted kids, even though he didn't have a biological daughter, Chloe seemed as close to what he imagined. "We will find her."