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Chloe's POV
Don't run. Don't run. Don't run. You were chanting it like a mantra to yourself. Because every instinct you ever had was telling you to flee. To run away and don't turn back. Beca looks you straight in the eyes, like she knew what you were thinking, expecting at any moment for you to run away. But you don't. Not this time. You stay.
'For what?' You ask.
'For what? What kind of a question is that?! I just told I lo.. like you and you ask for what? What the hell Chloe?'
'Yes Beca.. For what? Everyone wants something from everyone else. So what do you want. Is this you way of trying to get into my pants again. Well you..'
She doesn't let you finish.
'Are you serious now?!' She looks incredulous. And you know somewhere deep inside you are being unfair. But you can't let it pass. You are suspicious. She must want something, right? Everyone does. 'You know what Chloe.. Just fucking leave.. Okay.. . Just leave.' But you don't move. She angrily shoots up from her chair and almost falls off. You move forward to help. But she doesn't let you.
'Don't.. Just don't. I don't want anything from you. Not your help.. Not..' She looks away. 'Nothing.'
And she is gone. You want to go after her and make sure she is safe. That she safely makes it to her home. But you don't. You just stay where you are, thinking. She loves you. No.. You do not belive in love. No one really loves you. The love itself is an illusion. Your mother loved you though. You knew that. Was that an illusion, a lie? No. You shake your head. No that wasn't. That was the only truth you knew for sure. And you loved her too.
'Chloe.. ' You hear Stacie calling you. You walk over to the booth. And sit near Aubrey.
'You okay?' She asks. She is the only one who knew nod. But don't say anything.
It must be almost half an hour since she had left. You haven't heard a single thing your friends said. Not really.
'Chloe.. Chlo..' Aubrey softly asks. 'You want something?'
You shake your head. She looks worried.
'I need to go.. I..'
You quickly stand up and leave. Leaving behind a worried Aubrey calling after you.
'Chloe.. Stop..' But you don't. You run.
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Beca is not in her apartment. You have been outside her apartment, waiting, for almost an hour now. But she hasn't come. Not yet. You try her phone. But she is not picking up. And your mind is reeling with scary stories as to why she is not here.
Was she in an accident? God she was so drunk. You hope she had taken a cab. She should have. Beca isn't careless.
What if someone found how much drunken she is and took advantage of it.
What if..
'Oh fuck!' You should never have let her go like that. Beca hadn't. You sigh and shake your head at thought. She is a much better person than you are. You take out your mobile and call Jesse. He picks up at the second ring.
'Hey Chloe.. What's up?'
