A big thanks to everyone for the reviews/favs/follows for Chapter 1 of this fic. Most of the reviewers wanted more, so I've decided to continue the story (probably no more than 6 chapters total).
I hope you like it.
Chloe woke the next morning and looked around. It took her a moment to realize where she was but then she saw Beca sleeping peacefully in her arms and couldn't help the smile that came to her face. Her sister was right; Beca was definitely her type.
Chloe eased out of bed so she didn't wake Beca, and quietly left the room. She checked to see if Carrie was home and saw her sleeping. Chloe decided to go to the kitchen and make coffee. Once it was ready, she fixed herself a cup and sat at the counter. She checked her phone and saw that it was just a little past seven.
Chloe sipped at her coffee and put her elbow on the counter and cupped her chin with her hand. She was staring off into space thinking about the night before. Chloe found herself already liking Beca. She was easy to talk to and wasn't too hard on the eyes either. She sat with a small smile on her face and let out a yelp when she heard her name.
"Chloe," Carrie said. "Are you okay?"
"Sorry," Chloe said with a small laugh. "You surprised me."
"Thinking about anything, or anyone, special?," Carrie asked with a smirk.
"Shut up," Chloe said and blushed slightly.
"You can say it," Carrie said with a smug smile. "I would love to hear you say it. Out loud. To me."
"Fine," Chloe said with a huff. "You were right. Beca really is my type, and I do like her. Happy now?"
"Oh, yeah," Carrie said with a big smile. "I'm ecstatic. I told you so."
"I'm going to ask her out," Chloe said biting her bottom lip. "I should ask her out, right?"
Carrie didn't say anything and looked down at her coffee.
"What?," Chloe asked. "Why the look?"
"I don't want to make you mad," Carrie said. "But-" Carrie sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"But, what?," Chloe asked. "Just say it, Care."
Carrie let out a sigh and said, "After seeing you two together last night I started thinking, and if you're only going to ask her out to have sex with her and then drop her, I'd prefer you left her alone. I like Beca, and she's become a good friend. I don't want things to get weird between us if you do what you usually do."
Chloe just looked at Carrie. "I'm sorry," Carrie said. "I know I wanted you two to meet, but I'm hoping you see her as something more than just a fling. I think you two would be good for each other."
"I get it," Chloe said sadly. "I know I don't have the best reputation for long-term relationships but, I really feel like I want to try with Beca. I know I've only known her for less than a day, but there's just something about her, you know?"
"I know," Carrie said and smiled at Chloe. "That's one of the reasons I've been pushing for you to meet her."
"Fucking shit!," they hear come from the guest room. Both Carrie and Chloe got up and ran to see what was going on. They found Beca on the bed in the fetal position holding her injured side. Carrie rushed over to the bed and took Beca's hands to move them so she could check the wound.
"What happened?," Carrie asked.
"I was stupid," Beca said with a groan. "I woke up and stretched without thinking, and now my side feels like it's on fire."
"Let me check," Carrie said and slowly peeled the bandage back. She looked at the wound, and everything looked good. "Everything looks okay. The pain is probably from the cracked rib. We'll have to keep an eye on you to make sure nothing else is happening. If the pain gets any worse, we'll have to take you to the hospital to get checked out. Come into the kitchen, and I'll put on a new bandage."
"Thanks," Beca said.
"Do you need help getting up?," Chloe asked.
"Yes, please," Beca said.
Carrie and Chloe managed to help Beca to a standing position without putting too much pressure on her wound. The three girls walked out of the bedroom.
"How long before I feel better?," Beca asked Carrie. She was holding her side and walking just slightly bent over. "It's been a week."
"Beca, you were stabbed, AND you have a cracked rib," Carrie said. "Your wound is almost two inches deep. That's a lot of tissue and other stuff to have to heal. The rib injury alone will take about six weeks to start feeling better. You have to take it easy to let it heal. How's your breathing?"
Beca sits at the counter and slumps her shoulders. "It doesn't hurt as much as it did," she told Carrie. "I'm sorry for being such a baby. I just don't like being a burden to anyone."
"You're not a burden," Carrie said. "I kind of like having your snarky, sarcastic little ass around."
Chloe put a cup of coffee in front of Beca. "Bless you," she said and took a small sip.
"So, what actually happened?," Chloe asked. "I mean, I know you were stabbed, but how?"
Beca slowly sipped at her coffee. She looked at Chloe and scrunched up her nose.
"Before every show, I like to spend a few minutes alone," Beca said. "I normally just go out back, and I pace back and forth trying to psych myself up for it. That night, I did like I always do and went out back to get some alone time. Usually, people aren't allowed back there so I was a little surprised when someone walked up to me."
"Can you take off your shirt?," Carrie asked Beca.
Beca unbuttoned her shirt and grabbed the towel off the counter to cover herself before Carrie helped her take off her shirt. She looked up to the see Chloe smirking at her, and she blushed.
"What?," Chloe asked with a cheeky grin. "Only one free show per visit?"
"Shut up," Beca said with a light chuckle. "That was purely accidental."
"I'm not complaining," Chloe said and laughed when Beca blushed more.
"Leave the poor girl alone, Chlo," Carrie said. "Go on, Beca. Finish the story."
Carrie proceeded to change the bandage and Beca continued her story.
"Anyway," Beca said. "This person walked up to me and said, 'Hey, DJ! Do you remember me?' I had to tell her I didn't because I don't remember having seen her before. She looked at me; her face was expressionless, and her eyes looked...vacant. I felt a chill run through me because I knew something was off, but before I could move, she grabbed my right shoulder and pulled me toward her. I felt this pain in my left side and then she was running off. I'm not sure if I got the cracked rib from the stabbing or falling to the ground. I kind of passed out."
"Jesus," Chloe said. "And you don't know who she was?"
"Nope," Beca said.
"All done," Carrie told Beca. She helped Beca with her shirt and asked, "It's probably a good idea to go to the hospital to have the stitches taken out. The wound actually looks good, but the doctor will make the final decision."
"Okay," Beca said.
"How about some breakfast?," Carrie said.
"Can we go out somewhere?," Beca asked. "For the past week, I've either been cooped up in the hospital or here. I just need some fresh air."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Carrie said. "Chloe, you in?"
"Sure," Chloe said.
"Are you going to need any help?," Carrie asked Beca.
"I might need some help getting dressed," Beca said her cheeks pink. "Especially with putting on my, um, bra."
"I can help you," Chloe said.
"Um, I, uh," Beca stammered.
"I promise not to look," Chloe said with a grin. "Well, not too much." Beca's eyes widened and Chloe let out a loud laugh. "I'm just messing with you. Carrie can help you while I take a shower."
"Yeah, that, um, that sounds good," Beca said still a bit flustered.
"I'll get Chloe some towels and then we'll get you changed, okay?," Carrie said.
"Okay," Beca responded.
Carrie and Chloe left Beca sitting at the counter and went to the guest room.
"You need to quit trying to embarrass that poor girl," Carrie told Chloe with a laugh.
"I can't help it," Chloe said with a grin. "Stacie was right, she is really cute when she blushes and gets all flustered."
"I am so glad I have a front row seat to this thing between you two," Carrie said.
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Chloe drove her car to take the girls to breakfast. Beca directed her toward her favorite diner and they got a table. They were looking at the menu.
"What do you suggest Beca?," Chloe asked.
"I can only vouch for the pancakes," Beca said. "I am a creature of habit. I usually get the medium stack and bacon."
"What kind do you like?," Chloe asked. "Blueberry? Ooo, they have bananas foster pancakes. I think I'll get those. What about you, Becs?"
"Becs?" Beca said with a smirk. "Gee, I don't know, Chlo, I like plain pancakes. Liking all that fruit on pancakes, you probably think pineapple on a pizza is good."
"What's wrong with pineapple on pizza?," Chloe asked.
The waitress came to the table before Beca could respond. They placed their orders and the waitress left.
"You didn't answer my question," Chloe said smiling at Beca.
Beca laughed and looked out the window of the diner. Her smile dropped and her eyes widened. She started breathing fast and her face lost all color. She looked to be in pain but also looked scared to death.
"Beca are you okay?," Chloe asked concerned.
"Beca, look at me," Carrie said trying to get the girl's attention.
Beca didn't look at either of them. Chloe followed Beca's sightline and saw that she was staring at a girl standing outside the diner. The girl was staring daggers at them, and Chloe looked back at Beca.
"Beca, who is that?," Chloe asked.
"She," Beca said and swallowed. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving the girl's. "Stabbed me."
Chloe and Carrie both jerked their heads around to look at the girl. Chloe was up and out of her seat in an instant. The girl, seeing Chloe jump up, turned and ran away from the diner. Chloe got outside and looked but the girl was nowhere in sight. She ran a hand through her hair and looked around one more time. She glanced into the diner and saw Carrie holding Beca. She rushed back in to find Beca shaking in Carrie's arms.
"Are you okay?," Chloe asked sitting down next to Beca.
Beca sat holding her side and take slow, shallow breaths.
"I'm fine," Beca said.
"You had a panic attack, Beca," Carrie told her.
"It's over," Beca said. "I can't-. How did she find me?"
"Do you think she followed us?," Chloe asked.
"I don't know," Beca said. "I, I don't even know her."
"Let's get you home," Carrie said. "I think you should take one of your pain pills."
"What about my pancakes?," Beca asked.
Chloe and Carrie both laughed.
"I'll ask the waitress to make them to go, okay?," Chloe said.
Chloe got up and found their waitress. The waitress told her making their orders to go was no problem and she'd have everything out shortly. Chloe went back to the table.
"I think you should call them," Carrie was saying as Chloe sat down.
"Call who?," Chloe asked.
"The police," Carrie responded.
"I think she's right, Becs," Chloe said. "It looks like you might have a stalker."
"A stalker?," Beca said voice rising in pitch. "I'm nobody. How can I have a stalker?"
"It's not only famous people who have stalkers," Carrie said. "We'll talk about it when we get home."
The waitress brought their food to the table in a to go bag. She was also carrying a tray with three fresh coffees to go.
"Thank you so much," Chloe said taking the coffee and bag from the waitress.
Beca handed the waitress some cash. "For the check," Beca said. "Keep the change."
The waitress thanked her and walked away. The girls walked out to Chloe's car and got in. Chloe started driving back to Carrie and Beca's apartment building. She made a turn and Carrie looked around.
"Um, Chloe," Carrie said. "This isn't the way home."
"I know," Chloe said. "I think someone's following us."
"What?," Carrie and Beca both said turning to look out the back window.
"I noticed them when we first pulled out of the diner parking lot," Chloe said. "I didn't think anything of it at first, but they're still behind us. I think it's that girl. The one Beca saw."
Carrie and Beca looked back to see the car. It was hard to tell who the driver was as they had a hoodie over their head and their face was pretty much hidden. Beca felt that it was the girl that stabbed her and had been standing outside the diner.
"Drive to the police station," Beca said.
"Carrie, can you see the license plate?," Chloe asked.
"Already on it," Carrie said as she wrote something on a piece of paper. "Got it."
"We're only about a block away from the-"
Chloe's car was rammed from behind. "What the fuck?," Chloe yells.
"Don't stop," Beca said. She had called 9-1-1 and started telling them what was happening. She took the paper with the license number Carrie had written down and read it off to the dispatcher. "Ow! Shit!," Beca cried out. "She just rammed us again."
The car kept ramming them and dropping back just to speed up and ram them again. Chloe was about half a block from the police station when three police cars with lights flashing were surrounding the car behind her. Chloe pulled over to the curb in front of the station and the driver, even with three police cars on her, rammed Chloe's car again. This time there was nowhere for her to go.
The officers were able to arrest the girl. Carrie, Chloe, and Beca got out of Chloe's car and watched as the girl struggled with the officers. Beca was still holding her side and grimacing.
"Beca, what about the kids?," the girl screamed. "You can't forget about our kids. You love me. I love you. Come back to us. I forgive you."
She was still screaming when the officers got her inside the building.
"Kids? What the fuck is she talking about?," Beca asked dumbfounded. "I don't even know who she is."
"Come on," Carrie said. "The officer said we need to make a statement and file a report."
The three girls walk into the police station and follow an officer to the waiting area. They take Beca back first since she's the 'victim'. Beca comes back out shaking her head and has tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay?," Chloe asks rushing over to Beca.
"They can't do anything," Beca said wiping at a tear that fell. "They have no proof that she's the one who stabbed me and all I can tell them is that she was standing outside the diner that I was in. Plus, she told them we were in a relationship and that everything was just a big misunderstanding.
"That's bullshit," Chloe exclaimed. "We can tell them we saw her."
"That's great," Beca said. "But all you saw was the same girl I did, just standing outside the diner. They'll take your statement and put it in my file, and if anything else should happen to me, they'll take another look."
"Miss Beale?," an officer calls out and Chloe and Carrie both look at him.
"Are you going to do anything about Beca's stalker?," Chloe asked getting in the officer's face. "She's already tried to kill her once."
"Miss," the officer said putting his hands up to put some space between them. "We have nothing to go on to do anything. No name, no evidence, nothing."
"You have an eyewitness account that it's the same person," Carrie said.
"Which are considered unreliable if there is no evidence to back it up," the officer stated. "Now, I need to take your statements so I can put them in the file."
"Fuck you," Chloe said. "Come on, Beca. I'll take you home."
"Miss?," the officer said looking at Carrie.
"No," Carrie said. "I'm leaving, too. I don't feel like wasting any more of my time since you aren't going to do anything anyway."
"Suit yourself," the officer said and walked away.
"What a dick," Chloe muttered.
Beca let out a laugh. "You two are something else," Beca said. "I'm really sorry you're involved in this."
"Beca," Carrie said. "We're friends. You bet your ass we're involved in this. Now, let's go home and figure out a game plan to get this bitch."
"How are we going to get home?," Beca asked.
"My car should be fine," Chloe said. "It's just the back is all dented."
"Maybe you should stay and file a report," Beca said. "For your insurance company."
"God," Chloe said. "I hadn't thought of that." She lets out a heavy sigh. "Fine."
Chloe goes to the front desk and tells them she needs to file a report.
Carrie looks at Beca. "Are you okay? You've been holding your side since we were at the diner. Are you in pain? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine," Beca said through clenched teeth. "All that heavy breathing from the panic attack just made my rib hurt. I'll take a pain pill when we get home, and it should be fine."
"Are you sure you don't want to get it checked out?," Carrie asked one last time.
"I'm positive," Beca said. "Thanks for looking out for me."
The officer behind the desk takes down all the information and has Chloe sign it. He then signs it and gives Chloe her copy and puts the other copies in a box next to his computer.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?," the officer asked.
"No, that's it," Chloe said. "Thank you."
"Have a good day," the officer said as Chloe turned to leave.
Beca and Carrie stood to follow Chloe out of the station. Chloe's car is still sitting out front, and she walks around the front of the car to the driver's side.
"Are you fucking kidding me?," Chloe yelled as she grabbed the piece of paper off the windshield.
She opens the car and gets in. She's staring at the paper, and Beca asks her what's wrong. Chloe just started laughing.
"I got a parking ticket," Chloe said shaking her head.
Beca and Carrie looked at her, and both started laughing.
"Kind of the perfect ending to a perfect morning," Carrie said.
"Let's just get you two home," Chloe said.
"I'm going to call Jesse to come over," Beca said. "I may need someone to stay with me for a while until this girl is caught."
Chloe and Carrie talk quietly while Beca calls her cousin Jesse. She ends the call.
"He'll be there in a little bit," Beca said to no one in particular. Beca looked down at the floor of the car. "Looks like our breakfast didn't survive the beating your car took."
"Oh, my gosh," Carrie said. "I forgot about our food being back there. Can we stop and pick something up? I'm still hungry."
"Why don't we order something when we get home?," Beca asked. "I'll buy."
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"Pizza will be here in about 30-45 minutes," Carrie said.
"How much was it-" Beca stopped talking when she heard what sounded like someone pounding on her door. "I think someone is at my door."
"Stay here," Chloe said. "I'll check it out."
"No," Carrie said. "I'll go. You stay with Beca."
"I can take care of myself," Beca said with a frown.
"Really?," Chloe asked and touched Beca on her left side.
"Ow, you bitch!," Beca yelped.
"I'll stay with Beca," Chloe said with a grin.
Carrie walked to her door and quietly unlocked it. She heard more banging and slowly opened her door. She looked out and saw someone standing at Beca's door. Carrie couldn't tell who it was because of the hoodie that hid their face. She remembered that the girl at the diner was wearing a hoodie just like it. Could the girl be out of jail already?
As soon as Beca's guest raised their hand to bang on the door again, Carrie sprang into action. She crossed the few feet between their doors and grabbed the person's arm and twisted it behind their back as she pushed them face first into the door.
"What the hell?," the person said.
"Who are you and what do you want with Beca?," Carrie asked pulling on the arm slightly.
"Fuck, that hurts," the person said. "Carrie, it's Jesse. Beca's cousin. She called and asked me to come over."
Carrie had released Jesse's arm as soon as he said who he was. "Shit, Jesse, I'm so sorry," Carrie said turning Jesse to look at her. "We were worried it was Beca's stalker."
Jesse was rubbing his arm and shoulder. "Good to know she has you looking out for her."
"Beca's in my apartment," Carrie said and led Jesse inside.
"Jesse!," Beca squealed. She noticed him rubbing his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jesse said. "Carrie strong-armed me, but I'm fine."
"I'm sorry again," Carrie said.
"No worries," Jesse responded. He notices Chloe and furrows his brow. "Chloe? What are you doing here?"
"Carrie," Chloe pointed to Carrie, "is my sister. And also Beca's neighbor."
"Huh," Jesse said looking between the two girls. "Interesting."
"We ordered pizza, and it should be here in half an hour or so," Beca said. "In the meantime, we were going to talk about what I can do to keep away from my stalker or whatever she is."
"What happened earlier?," Jesse asked. "You didn't elaborate when you asked me to come over."
The three girls filled Jesse in on seeing the girl and her following them and ramming Chloe's car. And also about the police not being any help.
"What the hell?," Jesse said. "Does she have to die before the police will do something?"
"I think she needs to have someone with her at all times," Carrie said. She held up her hand when Beca started to protest. "That girl didn't do anything when she saw the three of us together in the diner. She just watched you. I know that's creepy, but she stayed away from you. We can't let her get you alone."
"She has to know where you live, too," Chloe said to Beca. "How else did she find you at the diner? She must have followed us."
"I agree with them, Beca," Jesse said. "We can work out a schedule where someone is with you at all times. Who knows, maybe she'll do something stupid and get locked up for good."
"But, you guys all work," Beca said. "I can't be watched 24/7. Plus, I don't like the idea of you guys putting yourselves in harm's way for me."
"Beca," Jesse said pulling Beca into a side hug. "I know you hate asking for help of any kind, but you need us. We'll be respectful of your privacy; we're just going to be a deterrent to keep her from getting you alone again. If she can't get close to you, she can't hurt you. Please, do this for me. You're my favorite person in the world, and I'd hate to see anything else happen to you if I could help prevent it. Okay?"
Beca looked at Jesse and saw the sincerity and hope in his eyes. She could feel Carrie and Chloe's eyes on as well.
"Fine," Beca said. "But, I want you all to still do whatever you would normally do and not worry about me so much."
"Great," Chloe said with a smile. "I can stay with you at night. I'll come over after school ends and won't have to leave until seven the next morning to get to work on time."
"Actually, that could be all that needs to be done," Beca said. "I mostly work at home during the day so if Chloe stays the night, the rest of the time should be fine. I'll let everyone know if there's somewhere I have to go during the day and we can figure something out. Okay?
"That should be okay for now," Carrie said. "We'll see how it goes and make changes as needed. I can do some days when I have late shifts at the hospital."
"I can ask Stacie and Benji to cover for me at work for a couple of hours on days you need to be somewhere," Jesse said.
"I can't thank you guys enough," Beca said with sincerity. "It means a lot to me that you're disrupting your lives to help out."
Everyone jumped when there was a knock on the door. Jesse held up his hand when Carrie moved to go answer.
"I'll get it," Jesse said. "It might just be the pizza."
Jesse was right, and he carried the pizzas into the kitchen and set them on the counter. Carrie handed beers to Jesse and Chloe, keeping one for herself. She asked Beca what she wanted to drink since she couldn't drink beer with her pain meds.
"Just a coke, please," Beca said.
Beca's phone rang, and she answered. She went out to the patio for some privacy. She spoke for a few minutes, and Chloe watched as she saw Beca become agitated. The call finally ended, and Beca put her hands on the railing of the of the balcony and stared off into the distance. Chloe got up and went outside.
"You okay?," Chloe asked quietly.
"That was the police," Beca said. "My stalker is already out of jail."
