A/N- I am so sorry that it's been so long since I've last updated. Though I have several chapters written and edited in advance, writers block has become a bit of a problem, but I'll push through it. Plus, with work and school, it's difficult to find time and get these chapters to you but I won't give up. I hope you enjoy this chapter and story! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 41

Chloe's POV

My alarm clock beeps, telling me it's time to move but I can't. All I can do is lie in bed and cry. After I passed out, Chicago brought me to bed and left. I haven't gotten up since. It wasn't enough that I had to lose Beca, but now I learn that my father wasn't who I thought he was. I knew that he worked for some fancy lab, but he never gave me any details. Now, he has no choice. I have to know. With all the new information about Beca, I have a suspicion of something my dad did and I will find out.

With a new sense of determination, I fly out of bed and get dressed. Not even bothering with breakfast, I grab a quick cup of coffee and take off to my mother's. Hopefully, she's at work. It'll give me time to look for my dad's old files. I know that she kept them and stored it all up in the attic.

I pull into the driveway and curse when I see Eli's truck. What the hell is he doing here? Sighing, I get out and go inside, prepared to face Eli. It's apparent that I surprise him when we run into each other, him about to leave.

"Chloe? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" Yes, but I don't say that. Instead, I plant a smile on my face and push all my worries to the back of my mind.

"Hey, Mr. Swanson-sorry, Eli. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to pick up a few things from my old room." Eli frowns, worry coating his face.

"Oh, you're taking Beca's stuff. You sure you're okay?" I nod and he smiles. "Well, good luck with that. I'll leave you alone. Your mom forgot her wallet and had me come pick it up."

"My mom could order you to walk off a cliff and you would," I tease and he blushes.

"She's a special woman. If you're sure you're okay, I'll get going."

"Of course. I'll see you later." Eli starts to walk away but stops and turns toward me.

"Chloe? Come around more often, will you? Your mom misses you. We all do."

"I'll try," I choke out, feeling tears burn the back of my throat. He nods and gets into his car, swinging out of a driveway and gone a second later. After I compose myself, I head inside.

I head up the stairs, pausing when I get near my old room. With my foot, I nudge open the door and peek in. Memories flood through my mind, making it hard to breathe. Soon it's too much for me and I turn away. Time to face my dad's past. I go into the attic and shout in victory when I spot the familiar boxes.

On the side they say "Dad" and are still sealed, telling me that they haven't been opened since after he died. My mom packed up his stuff, never bothering to look at it. I didn't want to and by the time I was in the right place to, Beca was in my life and it didn't matter. With shaky hands, I gently tear the tape off of one and open it.

Inside are his clothes, still covered in his scent. Leather and coffee with the faint smell of cigar smoke. Smiling, I bring one up and take a deep breath, inhaling deeply. Oh daddy.

A few minutes later, I find the box containing stuff from his office. When I reach the files, I hurriedly look through it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All it is old records for his job at a pharmacy.

"Damn it!" Sighing in defeat, I put the files back and look around me at the mess I made. The boxes of shirts are dumped out on the floor and random office supplies are scattered about. I start to pack the clothes up when my hand hits something hard. Wrapped in a shirt, is a thin journal. Wonder what daddy hid in here.

With trembling hands, I open it and tears form at the sight of "Dear Chloe."

"You can do this. You have to do this." I chant to myself. With that in mind, I delve into my dad's letter to me and hopefully, I'll find some answers.

Dear Chloe,

Oh my sweet Chloe. If you're reading this, I'm dead and you're either getting rid of my stuff or looking for answers. Because I can't be there to answer them myself, I've decided to write it all down for you.

A few years before you were born, I went to work for Dr. Ezikiel Fergus. He offered me a good position on his research team and I never thought to question his motives. Any person he hired had some use in the project. For me, it was my mother and past women in our family. We had a history of psychics and if you aren't looking for answers and have no idea about any of this, I would advise you to stop reading now. Once you enter into this world, there is no going back.

If you continue reading, you should know that there's a big chance you have powers. Go to your grandma and she can help. I know that she has gifts, but she's never admitted it to me. You should also know that you won't be normal which I will explain.

First, the project I was working on was called Project P.I.T.C.H. Basically, we were transforming supernatural DNA into something different, potentially dangerous. Dr. Fergus initially told me we were looking for a cure for cancer and when I found out the truth, I stayed on. The reason would be you.

When I was in my 20s, I learned that I had a heart defect. I was at risk of heart problems later on, especially if I had a stressful life. This defect is genetic and I swore I would never have kids. I didn't tell your mom because I didn't want her to worry. Instead, when she brought up the subject of kids, I distracted her. We didn't discuss it until we were married and I told her I didn't want kids. She loved me enough that she was okay with it.

Chloe, don't take this as you guys being a mistake because you were anything but that. Yes, we didn't plan on having kids, but the moment that we learned your siblings were on the way, I was overjoyed. I remember that moment so clearly. Your mom coming into my office, shaking and fear in her eyes. When she told me she was pregnant, she also said that she would leave if I didn't want them. That she was going to keep the baby.

I can't explain what I felt in that moment exactly. Just that I was...relieved. I already loved you guys and couldn't wait to hold you in my arms. When I did, every fear I had went away, taken over by the love I have for you. Baby, whatever you read, you have to know that. I love you and hope that this letter helps you in the future.

Not long after we learned about you being on the way, I learned what I was actually doing at the lab. Creating serums for a perfect soldier which meant that someone would have to give up their life. They would never get the chance to live. I didn't want that and almost quit, but my doctor called. He knew that your mom was pregnant and said that there was a big chance that you had the same heart defect. I studied everything we were doing closely and discovered that there was a chance that the serums we created could help you. Could possibly rid you of the defect.

So after they finished the serums, I destroyed them all except for one. The telepathy serum which was the closest to our ancestral genes that I could get. As soon as I could, I injected it into your mom while she slept. Creepy, I know but I had to save you. Couldn't let you live a shorter life, You don't deserve that. Even then, I knew you would be a kind, generous and amazing person.

I was fired but otherwise, let off real easy my guess because he knew about my heart defect and assumed I would die soon anyway. A way to keep his hands from getting dirty.

Dr. Fergus didn't know that one serum was saved and injected into you. For a while, I thought that I had succeeded. I moved us out of that town and to our current home. A few years later, I learned that one other serum was injected into somebody else.

You need to find that person Chloe. Help them for me in a way that I never have been able to. Courage isn't my strong suit and I never was able to find that person and help them.

I'm not asking you to put yourself in danger, but Project P.I.T.C.H needs to be taken down. They torture creatures and whether or not they're good, they're still alive and don't deserve that. On the flash drive taped in the back of this journal, you'll find the address and names of everybody involved with P.I.T.C.H., plus more information about it. I believe that you're smart enough to figure out what to do with it.

Sweetheart, I never meant to hurt you or lie to you. Neither to your mother. All I wanted was to protect you guys and I know I didn't do it right. I'm hoping that with this information, you can find a way to forgive me. I love you baby girl, so, so much. Oh, how much I wish I could see you grow up, fall in love, walk you down the aisle. But I know that I'll be gone long before then. I love you and know that you will do great things. Stay strong.

Tears stream down my face and I thumb through the pages until I find the flash drive. This holds the key to taking down the project. After I read all the information, it's up to me to decide whether or not I'll do something about it. Wiping away my tears, I clean up and leave the house, knowing that my mom will be home soon. I go to my apartment and plug the flash drive into my laptop.

For the next few hours, I scour the data on the flash drive. A lot of it is big words that I can't understand, but I am able to put it together. Basically, it tells of the plan to create the perfect soldier using DNA from supernatural creatures. After the serum's were made, the plan was to inject it into wombs-of willing mothers of course- and raise the baby. The baby would be brought up mindless, only knowing their side of history and justice.

Once the babies were old enough, they would be sold to the highest bidder and live the rest of their life doing others' bidding. Those sickos. Taking away the life of someone just for money. My dad may have been apart of that, but he definitely didn't believe in it.

Beca almost had that life, I almost had that life. If this Dr. Fergus finds out what I'm made of, he'll come after me. Is it possible that he went after Beca? I was never told exactly what happened, just that Beca's car was wrecked, no other cars found at the scene. That son of a bitch. He killed Beca. It had to be him. I'm calling Chicago and telling him about this. Then, we're taking Ezekiel Fergus down.