A/N I don't own "Reflection" from Mulan!
Beca was weak.
Her body was so weak, there were times where she could barely walk.
She could hobble, but it was short bursts. For the last week, she had been in the trunk of a car.
She had a lot of time to think. She thought about how she had to put on a brave face for Chloe and the kids, but really she was terrified.
Terrified about the future. About the baby. About life in itself.
Twisting her wedding ring, Beca let silent tears streak down her face.
Turning slightly, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror.
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Her eyes squeezed shut as the car stopped and the trunk opened.
"Get out bitch."
She did so, slowly.
Once she was out, Tom dragged her over to Jesse.
He threw her to the ground.
"You know I have been thinking," Jesse said, back towards Beca, "about this."
"What did you decide?" Beca asks, weakly.
He turned to face her as sirens began to roar in the distance, "When the cops get here, I'm going to have them choose. Save you and kill Tom and I, or I kill you, Tom and myself."
"Woah man," Tom said, "you never mentioned death." "Shut up." "Jesse, aren't you-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jesse screams before shooting Tom in the knee.
Tom fell as several police cars flew in.
"NYPD! Release the girl and put yo hands in the air!" A voice yelled.
Beca recognized it.
It was Fin.
"No can do old man. She's mine. He's the one you want." Jesse says pointing the gun at them.
"Look, all we want is to talk." Elliot yells.
"Nope." Jesse picks up Beca and holds the gun to her temple, "You can't have her."
Beca looked at Elliot, Fin and the other police.
I'm sorry Chlo.
She pulled the gun from her head and downward.
Elliot and Fin's eyes went wide as the gunshot rang threw the air.