First, someone asked how they could see my preview for dreaming of mercy. If you just go to tumblr, even without an account and type in "songs of Sodom darkwriterxx94" it's like the first result. So a lot has happened in these past two weeks. First, I told my friend that I didn't like what she'd said to me and she said she didn't see the big deal and that I was being too sensitive. We had a big argument, so guess who doesn't have a friend anymore? Well I guess it was for the better. Also, my grandmother died this past Friday so I had to deal with that. If you've messaged me on Tumblr, I'll check and respond to those within the coming days. Um…yeah that's all. Here's the next chapter.

Chapter 20: Hell

Her body propelled upwards as electricity surged through it, the only thing keeping Beca on the table was the leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. She didn't scream…she couldn't and after what felt like an eternity, the charge stopped and she fell back to the table.

Her breath was short and sporadic and she felt herself blinking several times as her head involuntarily rolled to the right. Standing by the door on the side of her was someone although it looked more like an outline than a figure, a distorted image that her eyes couldn't concentrate on long enough to bring into focus.

"Again," instructed a deep and rigid voice. Two hands came to rest on each side of her face, bringing her neck back to its neutral position and forced her to stare into the bright light above her.

Beca's fist clenched firmly as she braced for what was to happen and once again her body was forced upward against her will. The shock hurt like hell and she couldn't scream as long as the voltage flowed through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on something, anything that would make the pain stop.

The electric flow stopped and she opened her eyes. The room was becoming less visible as time passed and soon enough she could only see straight in front of her. Her vision was tunneled and her eyes couldn't focus.

"Heart rate rising."

"Above normal for this treatment?" asked a female voice, one that Beca recognized as Mrs. Westmore even in her disoriented state.

"Highly above normal," responded the doctor.

"Let me see."

After a few seconds of shuffling, Mrs. Westmore cleared her throat, "Continue the treatment as planned."

Beca's eyes slipped shut as she tried, weakly, to pull on the restraints. It felt as if her heart were beating right through her chest and there was this insistent ringing in her ears that just WOULD NOT STOP!

She spit the mouth guard out and whispered a faint, "no."

"If we do this again, we are running the risk of destroying brain activity Mariam," the doctor warned.

"Do it!" Mrs. Westmore said firmly.

Sighing, the doctor looked at his assistant signaling him to pull the switch. A tear rolled down Beca's eyes as she braced herself for what was to come and a few seconds later the voltage surged through her once again, leaving her with no way to communicate her pain. She felt as if she were being crushed to death and ripped apart at the same time and as time wore on she welcomed her brain frying if it meant never feeling this pain again.

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Aubrey didn't remember passing out and when she finally gained consciousness there were several faces staring down at her, bringing back all that happened before she lost consciousness. One of the doctors motioned to his left, alerting the attention of another man with glasses pinching the bridge of his nose and before she knew it, she was sinking back into involuntary slumber. A state of unconsciousness impeded upon only by dreams of metal wiring, and leather clasps around her wrists and ankles that bound her to a table.

A constant buzzing noise was what stirred her from her sleep and as she gained consciousness she realized what was happening. The doctor clamped a piece of rubber in her mouth for her to bite on but Aubrey defiantly spit it out and another man hurried to her side, pushing it between her lips. At the realization that Aubrey wouldn't open her mouth, he used one of his glove covered hands to pry open her mouth before pushing down on the rubber object placed between her teeth.

Not long after that, the constant faint buzzing grew louder. The buzzing neared her head and two white balls connected to the ends of two machines held in the doctor's hand touched each side of her head, making her thoughts ring, her head pound and shake and scream in protest. The pain was excruciating and her jaw clamped together so tight she thought her teeth might shatter from the pressure.

The voices of the orderlies, doctor, and nurse made their way to her ears for a brief moment before they slowly started to fade out and sound more disembodied. Her vision began to swirl as if she were being spun abound in a blender. Her thoughts started to bounce around jumping from one irrelevant thing to the next. A C she got on a chemistry test in ninth grade, her 7th birthday party, a movie she saw when she was 12, the ballerina costume she wore for her third grade play, that one Ace of Base song she hated, and a slew of other things that made absolutely no sense. When there in the midst of it all, she saw a vision of one thing that did make sense. The face of her other half, her confidant, the love of her life… Beca.

Everything around her had gone black and it seemed like it was only her and Beca. She appeared to be hovering above her like some sort of angel and almost as if the brunette had called out to her, Beca held her hand out for Aubrey to take. Staring up at the girl above her and not understanding or realizing that she was hallucinating, Aubrey blinked several times before she reflexively lifted her hand in an attempt to grab hold of Beca's. They were barely an inch or so away from touching one another when another bone jarring wave of pain hit her. She snatched her hand away and watched fearfully as Beca began to fade away. She wanted to call after her but couldn't, she wanted to yell for Beca to come back but she couldn't open her mouth to speak.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she groaned in agony as the shock waves continued to course throughout her body. There weren't words left to describe the pain she was feeling, and there was nothing she could do to make it stop.

The 'treatment' went on longer than she cared to remember, and then suddenly, just as quickly as it had begun the convulsions finally stopped. The pain however did not. Aubrey lay there in complete dismay no longer even aware of who she was or where she was at. Her body trembled violently under the restrains of the belts.

She could make out the vague outline of figures moving around her but her mind couldn't register who or what they were. All she felt and knew at the moment was pain, every muscle in her body was unbelievably sore, her head throbbed with a sharp intensity and her jaw felt as though it were broken.

She wondered was this what Jesus felt like when he rested upon that cross, waiting for his Father to call him home. She was in no way comparing herself to Jesus Christ but at the moment she needed him to rescue her from this hell that she was being relegated to endure. She only prayed that when she died that wherever she went, Beca was there waiting for her.

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Beca wasn't even aware that she'd been untied from the table until the painful sensation of blood rushing back into her hands hit her. With a loud groan, she spit out the rubber mouth guard and pulled her hands to her chest protectively.

"Time to go Miss Mitchell. You have a visitor."

"No—I don't vis—vis... I don't have." Her mind was running away from her and although they seemed coherent when her brain formed them, her words were a jumbled mess as they fell from her lips.

"What's wrong with her?" Mrs. Westmore asked from where she stood in the corner. The doctor turned to her with a frown, removing the rubber gloves from his hands as he walked the short distance over to the older woman. "I told you that we were chartering in dangerous territory. It might be temporary, the speech apraxia that is, but there really is no way to tell."

Mrs. Westmore stepped closer to the taller man, lowering her voice so that none of the orderlies in the room could hear her next statement, "Well whatever happens, no one is to know what happened here today. Do you understand?"

The doctor rolled his eyes and reached around her to dispose of the latex gloves in his hand. He cleared his throat before looking at Mrs. Westmore, "Mariam, listen. I do this free of charge because I believe in what you're trying to do. However, I'm not going let you hang me out to dry if that girl's parents decide to sue. No matter how much you might want to keep it a secret, any fool that took a beginner's anatomy course could tell what we did to her."

"Listen here, Andrew. Rebecca's parents won't be pressing charges. I doubt they'll even be here at the end of the summer. So like I said, no one's going to go digging but I want to be sure that you won't go giving up unnecessary information."

Andrew, formally addressed as Dr. Woods, nodded his head firmly, "It won't come from me."

Mrs. Westmore ordered for the nurse to monitor Beca and to have an orderly escort her to the visitor rooms when her speech returned to normal. Luckily for them her speech did return to normal and Beca hadn't suffered a permanent brain injury although it took nearly seven hours for her to form a proper sentence. Now she sat in one of the visitation rooms awaiting her visitor. She prayed that it wasn't her mother. She didn't think she could face the woman who was a silent advocate for her being here. The door opened a few moments later and Beca scowled at the man standing at the door. She immediately stood up to walk out the room but she was still a bit disoriented from the ECT and her motor skills were slightly delayed. She pounded on her legs in frustration in an attempt to force circulation back into them but it was to no avail. Even if she could get across the room fast enough to leave, she was almost certain there were orderlies waiting outside, watching through the two way mirror for their cue to step in.

"Take a seat Miss Mitchell."

"Do I—" she paused, swallowing the lump in her throat in frustration. Her tongue still felt foreign to her and the words felt thick and heavy as she said them. "Do I have a choice?"

The older man took a seat across from her, "No you don't."

Beca rolled her eyes and placed her hands in front of her on the table. The other man looked at her, regarding her with pure contempt. He opened his mouth to introduce himself but Beca interrupted him immediately. The resemblance between he and his daughter was evident to her the moment he walked in the room.

"I know who you are."

Mr. Posen sighed in frustration before adjusting his position in the metal chair and folding his hands on the table in front of him. "Well then let's skip the formalities and get to the point."

Beca shook her head, her fists clenching in front of her. "Does Aubrey know you're here?"

Mr. Posen chuckled bitterly, nodding his head as he calmly responded, "She will soon enough."

Beca sat back in her chair and removed her hands from the table, crossing her arms in front of her as she eyed the older man defiantly. What exactly was his purpose for being here? Did he really think he could come here and try to scare her into doing what he want, because if that were the case he could save them both the time and just leave now. "Why are you here?"

Mr. Posen growled at the smug grin on the teen's face and slammed his hand down harshly on the wooden table. Beca didn't even flinch and it made him angrier. "Listen here you harlot. I've spent the last 17 years of my daughter's life building her to be a woman that is not only respected but admired by her peers. I will not let another girl corrupt her or ruin everything I've built."

"And what makes you think I'm just going to leave Aubrey?" Beca asked firmly. She honestly wanted to know.

Mr. Posen nodded his head, prepared to answer the girl's question. Taking off the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, he folded them and placed them neatly in the inside pocket of his blazer. "Want I want is clear. I think I've done a suitable job of expressing what I expect of you without having to explicitly state it. However, if you prefer that I explain it to avoid any confusion or miscommunication, I will." He cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair to eye the small brunette closely. "Stay the hell away from my daughter. She is not a homosexual and I will not have you making her believe otherwise. We are God fearing Christians and I will not allow my daughter to stray from His word. That other girl got the message and made sure she got out of the way even if it took a few hundred bucks to that drunk she lived with to get the point across. I hope you'll take the message too."

At his confession, Beca sat back in shock. Alarmed at what the older man just admitted she couldn't help the disconcerted look that graced her face. Did he understand that 'other girl' had gone and killed herself, probably a direct result of his threat? She looked at Mr. Posen, and seeing the arrogant smirk on his face she realized that if even he did know, he probably didn't care. The idea that Aubrey was raised by a man as arrogant and self-concerned, who claimed to be a man of God, made her sick.

"You can't be serious. You do know that 'other girl' let herself be mowed down by a train? Do you have any idea how much your daughter blames herself for that?"

Mr. Posen had the audacity to shrug and it took every ounce of will power to stop Beca from jumping over the table and wiping that smug grin off his face. "People like that girl—what was her name?"

"Amanda," Beca responded, shaking her legs discreetly under the table, happy that the numbness was beginning to fade.

"People such as you and that Amanda girl aren't worthy enough for my daughter. She will not relegate herself to homosexuality, especially with some white trash fornicator."

Beca scoffed and kicked her feet out under the table to ensure the lack of numbness in them wasn't just a figment of her still scrambled thoughts. "You must be a damn idiot if you think I'm going to leave Aubrey because you say so. Amanda might not have been strong enough, but I love Aubrey and I refuse to leave her because you don't approve." She stood up and walked away from the table, having reached her boiling point with the pastor. She wasn't even sure why she had entertained the conversation as long as she had. As she walked past Mr. Posen, the older man growled disapprovingly and grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving the room.

"We're not done here!"

Beca pulled away from his grasp and yelled "Fuck off, dude. I'm not your daughter and you're not going to try and lock me in here when you don't get your way."

Mr. Posen stood up and glared down at her menacingly. Beca crossed her arms in front of her, smiling internally at the thought that had touched a nerve within the older man.

"Yeah she told me. She told me about all the shit you did to her. So like I said, get the hell away from me," she yelled, pushing past Mr. Posen.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't see the retaliation of Mr. Posen coming until his hand landed across her cheek with a resounding smack that knocked the teen to the floor. Standing over Beca, Mr. Posen reached down and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, "I don't let my own daughter talk to me that way, and I'll be damned if I let you do it either."

He let go of her shirt, dropping her back to the floor and ran his hand across his forehead to wipe at the sweat gathered there. Taking a moment to gather himself in the mirror by the door, he looked back at her with a scowl before pulling open the door and exiting the room.

Mrs. Westmore, who'd been watching the entire encounter turned to face Aubrey's father. "Mr. Posen, I've considered your proposition but I cannot allow something like that to happen again." She walked over to where the older man stood to further explain her decision. "I just don't believe it will offer a solution."

Mr. Posen closed the distance between the two and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Listen here, Mariam. I pay you good money, thousands beyond what everyone else is paying, and my dime is what keeps this place going." He pointed to the two way window where Beca still sat on the floor cradling her face in the other room, "I want that dyke in there broken! You hear me? Broken! I'm taking my daughter away and I don't need some fornicator stopping me!"

Mrs. Westmore frowned slightly but agreed nonetheless, offering a weak head nod. "I understand."

She knew after Benji, what he was proposing was a slippery slope to legal trouble but she couldn't lose the check that Mr. Posen wrote every year to the institute. What started as a camp that welcomed nearly 100 students every year now only saw maybe half that and she couldn't ask the bank for yet another loan to keep the place running. She needed Mr. Posen to write that check even if it meant selling out Beca. Then again, it wasn't as if she were innocent. She took advantage of his daughter and she needed to pay for that.

"Caleb…" she said softly, turning to the man standing against the wall. He looked at the two people in front of him, donning a cocky smirk. He nodded his head in understanding at his boss before pushing off the wall and walking past them.

Casting Mrs. Westmore a smile, he arrogantly said, "I'll try not to leave any marks."

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Aubrey, unlike Beca didn't suffer that many side effects from the treatment, the only one being a slight tremor in her hand and a burn mark on the right side of her temple. Mrs. Westmore blew up at the doctor over that, stating that her father would sue them if he saw it. After she was released, Mrs. Westmore instructed her to be taken to her room to await a visitor. She knew immediately that the visitor was her father and the thought made her nauseous. She didn't think he would make the trip so quickly…she thought she had more time with Beca.

"Father?" She stopped immediately in the threshold of the door at the sight of her father standing at her desk flipping through her bible.

He looked up from the book in his hand and placed it back in its position on her desk. "Hello Aubrey."

She walked further into the room, sighing in relief that he had in fact picked up her bible and not her black journal. "What—What are you doing here?"

Mr. Posen walked over to his daughter, frowning deeply at her. "Mrs. Westmore informed me of your relapse." He looked down at his daughter and motioned for her to take a seat on her bed before sitting across from her on Beca's bed. "Aubrey I thought we were done with this? I was so proud the last time I was here. To listen to you promise that you were recovering, I was so proud of you. Are you just going to throw it away for that Rebeca girl?"

Aubrey looked at her father through watery eyes, a strong sense of déjà vu plaguing her as she was brought back to the year before where her father had uttered the exact same words except they pertained to Amanda.

Mr. Posen looked at his daughter, taking in her tears. He had not the slightest clue why she was crying. She wasn't the one who was lied to. She wasn't the one who was embarrassed or made to look like a hypocrite. God, what would the people at the church think? With a sigh, he ordered his daughter to look up at him before continuing his lecture. "What did you expect to come of this, Aubrey? She has no future and you do…are you willing to sacrifice that for her?"

Aubrey didn't respond, averting her gaze once again.

"Answer me!"

Aubrey jumped, startled by the sudden outburst of her father. She looked at him and shrugged, smiling sadly as she thought of the consequences that would surely follow her next statement. "I—I don't know but I—I love her."

Mr. Posen's eye's widened, unsure if he heard his daughter correctly. "You love her?"

Aubrey cleared her throat and met her father's gaze confidently. "Yes…I love Beca."

He stood up, not wanting to be in the room any longer in fear he might seriously hurt the teen. Where had he gone wrong?

Aubrey stood up at the sight of her father walking towards the door. "Where are you going?"

He didn't look back as he reached for the door, "It's none of your concern. We'll see how much you love that piece of trash by the end of this."

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Paulie grabbed her tray and made her way over to the table where everyone was gathered, Jesse, Cynthia Rose, and Jane. Jesse wasn't her favorite person at the moment but he had gone out of his way to tell the three of them that it wasn't his intention to get Beca in trouble. Cynthia Rose and Jane still thought his apology was a load of shit but for some reason Paulie felt he was sincere and accepted it.

Taking a seat next to Jane, she immediately asked, "Did you guys hear about what happened to Beca and Aubrey?"

"No, what happened?"

Paulie took a bite of her sandwich before looking back at the group and responding, "Well Eli told me that Beca told Westmore that she raped Aubrey too keep her out of trouble."

Cynthia Rose gasped, "Are you serious? Doesn't she know she could get in serious trouble if Westmore called the cops?"

Paulie nodded her head, "Yup, but get this. Apparently Aubrey told Mrs. Westmore the truth and that she loved Beca." She took in everyone's expressions, chuckling slightly as she took another bite of her sandwich, "I know, it's some romantic shit right out of a fairy tale."

Jesse looked at Paulie fearfully and asked, "So what happened to them?"

Paulie took another bite of her sandwich before pushing her tray to the side. She was in a bit of a rush since she'd been designated to deliver Aubrey her lunch because the blonde had been forbidden from leaving her room. "Eli said they both got shipped off to room 101."

"ECT?" Jesse asked. He felt terrible and the idea that they were being subjected to ECT because of his carelessness made him sick with guilt.

"Yup. Both of them. Hold on, I have to get another tray. I'll be right back." Paulie stood up and jogged back to the lunch line to grab a tray for Aubrey. Unfortunately there was a line that she was forced to wait in.

Why did it take so long for people to just grab a tray? It was so simple, just pick up a tray and walk away. She tapped her foot impatiently, looking around the tall kid in front of her to see who was holding up the line. Looking over to the counselors to see if she could cut the line without being caught she saw Mackenzie and Caleb standing not far off. They were watching the line and she knew she wouldn't be able to skip ahead without them sending her to the back of the line. With a loud huff, she got back in line and waited, involuntarily picking up bits of Caleb and Mackenzie's conversation.

"Her father was yelling at her like she was a kid, telling her he paid thousands more than everybody else and wanted her to be broken."

Paulie discreetly turned to look at the two, hoping they weren't talking about who she thought they were.

Mackenzie turned to look at her boyfriend and asked him to elaborate. "What did that mean?"

"He meant exactly what he said. Apparently Mrs. Westmore approved of this before because she told me before the meeting that Mr. Posen might want me to do something."

"What did you have to do."

"I had to break her."

"Screw this." Paulie ran to the front of the line and grabbed a lunch tray, ignoring the cries of protest, and ran back to the table.

"Guys, we have to help Beca."

Jane rolled her eyes at her friend's dramatics. "What are you talking about?"

"I think she's hurt," she whispered in fear. Her solemn tone alerted everyone to her seriousness and they all looked at her.

"How do you know?" Jesse asked.

"I heard Caleb talking about it."

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It took them much longer than they would have liked to find the visitation rooms. Between the four of them, neither of them had a visitor since they arrived which in itself was enough to dampen their mood. Nevertheless, they persevered on and crept around the administration building with spy like stealth until they came to a row of empty rooms on the second floor.

"Guys…I—I found her," Cynthia Rose called out. Everyone else, who'd been further down the hall jogged over to where she stood staring through the two way mirror. Beca was on the floor in the corner of the room trying desperately to make it to her feet but kept falling down. Paulie rushed past the group and opened the door, running over to where Beca lied on the floor. Everyone followed seconds behind her.

"Oh my god, Beca. what happened?" Jane asked.

Beca gathered the blood that had collected in her mouth and spit it on the floor behind her. "That fucker Caleb." She held a hand at her ribs as she struggled to sit up.

"God, Beca. What happened to your face?"

Beca looked at the group in confusion, her hand reaching up apprehensively, "What do you mean?" she lowered her hand from what felt like a gash on her face and examined the blood on her hand.

"Shit. I don't know."

Cynthia Rose looked at Jesse and frantically yelled, "Go get her something to stop the bleeding."

The teen immediately stood and made his way out the room in search of paper towels. Beca waited until he was out of the room before turning to the three girls in front of her.

"Have you seen Aubrey?"

Paulie bit her lip nervously, looking over at her roommate uneasily. The sudden change in demeanor of the group roused the suspicion of Beca and she looked at the three in confusion.

"What is it? Just tell me already."

Cynthia Rose sighed, knowing that the brunette would find out sooner or later. "She was taken to ECT."

"What! But Why? I told them I forced her so she wouldn't get in trouble." She shook her head profusely. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. What went wrong?

Paulie looked at Beca, knowing that she was blaming herself for what had unfolded. "See, I don't think she got that memo about keeping her mouth shut because Mrs. Westmore told her what you said and apparently she told Mrs. Westmore that she loved you."

Beca sat back against the wall taking in what Paulie said. Did Aubrey really do that? Did she tell Westmore that she loved her? Well she must have since she went to ECT and she felt oddly happy that Aubrey hadn't denied what they had when it actually counted.

Jesse walked back in with a roll of paper towel, handing it to Beca immediately. Cynthia Rose helped her wipe at the gash on her face, ignoring the cries of discomfort from the brunette. "What's going to happen now?"

Beca bit back a groan of pain as Cynthia Rose wiped at the blood that had gathered around the wound. "I'm leaving. I can't stay here any longer."

She had been thinking about this for quite some time but now—after all of this, she knew she couldn't stay here anymore. There was no way she could survive if she stayed here any longer.

Jane handed Cynthia Rose another sheet of paper towel, "What about Aubrey?"

Beca looked at the group, confidently declaring "I—I'm going to ask her to come with me."

Jane looked at Paulie who was watching on in sorrow before turning back to Beca. "Do you think she'll go?"

After everything that happened, with Aubrey telling Westmore the truth, she knew there was no way Aubrey would stay behind. She proved that she was in this 100 percent. "I know she will. She loves me, she said so herself."

Jesse finally spoke up, deciding to offer a bit of reason. "Yeah, but Beca, her father is on campus."

"Yeah, you know how she gets around him," Cynthia Rose added.

"Fuck that asshole. He thinks he can just come here and bully me into leaving Aubrey. I'm not going to leave her here. She's going to come with me. I know it."

"Well how are you going to get to her? You know they have her room on lockdown."

Paulie smiled mischievously, "I might be able to help with that."

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"Beca?" Aubrey called out, hoping that she wasn't too late. She knew it would be a matter of time before the counselors came looking for her, and she couldn't let that happen without seeing Beca at least once more. When Paulie had brought her a lunch tray, the blonde had placed a small note in the sandwich instructing her to meet Beca at the back gate. She wasted very little time sneaking out her window and running to meet Beca.

She looked around frantically and the moment she saw Beca step from behind a large tree she couldn't help the overwhelming emotions that clouded her. Bracing herself as the blonde ran to her and launched herself into her arms, Beca finally allowed herself to exhale a breath of relief.

Unable to stop the tears from falling, Aubrey wrapped her arms around her girlfriend tightly, needing to feel her once more. "Oh my god, Beca. I thought I'd never see you again," she cried into the crook of her neck.

Beca held Aubrey tighter, rubbing her back soothingly, "Don't worry. It's going to be ok." she was trying to sooth her girlfriend but at the moment she was really trying to convince herself. Their future seemed very grim at the moment.

She placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend's forehead in an attempt to calm her down. "Hey, it's gonna be ok." she cooed, her hand coming to rest on Aubrey's cheek. She used her thumb to wipe at the tears resting below Aubrey's eyes and as she reached up to push the fallen golden locks out of Aubrey's face she noticed the symmetrical burgundy mark on her girlfriend's head. She wanted to ask Aubrey what was she thinking, why she would get herself thrown in ECT but she didn't want to argue at the moment. Instead she kissed the area lightly, whispering, "I should kill them for hurting you like this. Bree, you weren't supposed to say anything. I said I'd protect you."

Aubrey looked up at her and smiled, "Well now it's my time to stand up for you, Beca…I love you."

Beca smiled brightly at the girl in front of her, "Do you mean that?"

Aubrey nodded profusely, "Of course I do."

"Well then come with me."

"Go with you where?" Aubrey asked.

"If I stay they're going to kill me. They—" She paused to gather her thoughts. She still hadn't completely lost the stutter that was an obvious side effect of the shock therapy. "They're trying to keep us apart Bree, even if it means killing me."

"Where would we go?" Aubrey asked, watching as Beca reached into her bag and pulled out a ticket.

"To L.A. I have a train ticket but I could easily trade it in for two bus tickets if you would come with me."

Aubrey looked behind them to make sure no one was coming before turning back to Beca, "But we can't just leave."

Beca shoved the ticket back in her bag and grabbed Aubrey's hands. "Yes we can, Bree. Remember when you said that you got so used to being alone and being with me terrified you of going back to that point. Bree, I can't go back to living a life without you in it. Please say you'll go…Please."

Amanda buried her face in the crook of Aubrey's neck and whispered, "Will you follow me to forever?"

Aubrey looked at the girl in front of her, pushing aside the thoughts of Amanda because Amanda wasn't here in front of her now, Beca was. This was the girl she was in love with and now was being asked to run away with her. With a deep sigh, she nodded her head, knowing that she'd never considered another option. Wrapping her arms around the shorter woman, she pulled Beca in for a kiss, a smile painted permanently on each of their faces.

"Aubrey!"

Both girls separated at the loud screeching of Mr. Posen and quickly turned around to see her father storming over to where they stood followed by Mrs. Westmore, two security guards, and Caleb.

"Come over here this instant!" he demanded, stopping in front of them. Beca scowled at the older man, still pissed about the last time they saw each other.

"Father," she paused and looked at Beca. Their eyes met and when Beca smiled at her she knew that she was making the right choice. She reached down and took the brunette's hand, smiling softly at her before turning to look at her father.

"I—I can't do that."

Mr. Posen glared at his daughter, upset that she dared to disobey him. He knew it was all that white trash, Rebeca's fault. His daughter never dared disobey him before until that girl Amanda had come into her life. He thought he'd gotten rid of that problem, but here it was again. He refused to let his daughter run off and live a sinful lifestyle, not when he still had a say. Motioning to the guards, he instructed for them to take his daughter away and before either Beca or Aubrey could stop them, one of the guards grabbed Aubrey and pulled her away from Beca.

"Get off me!" she screamed, tears streaming from her eyes as she struggled to free herself from their grip. Beca immediately tried to aid her girlfriend but was stopped by the other guard and Caleb holding her back. Mr. Posen walked over to where the two men held the brunette and slapped her harshly. With her hands restricted by the grasps of the two men, Beca couldn't brace herself for the impact and could only suffer through the stinging that accompanied the attack.

"I warned you about what would happen if you didn't leave my daughter alone."

Gathering the blood that accumulated in her mouth from the where it had dripped down from her reopened scar and pooled in her mouth, Beca spat a large wad of blood and phlegm into the older man's face, seething menacingly, "Go fuck yourself."

He casually wiped the saliva off his face and grabbed Beca's face roughly, not caring that his nail dug into the large gash on her face. "Like I said Miss Mitchell, I warned you to leave Aubrey alone. Now I will personally see to it that your life is a living hell."

"I'm not Amanda. You can't scare me into leaving."

Mrs. Westmore took this as her cue to step forward and inform Beca the decision she'd come to. "Miss Mitchell, you must leave the campus immediately."

Beca scowled, as she struggled to free herself once again, failing at her pursuit. "I'm not going anywhere. Not without Aubrey."

"If you don't cooperate, you will be forcibly removed from the campus."

Beca looked at Aubrey who was silently pleading with her to help her. Seeing the tears fall from her girlfriend's eyes broke her heart and she wished she could hold her and take away the pain. God, this was all her fault. Why didn't she just ignore her feelings for the blonde?

Because she loved her, that's why.

"No. I'm not leaving without her."

Mrs. Westmore looked at the guards, giving them silent confirmation. Dragging Beca to the front gate, they instantly threw Beca on to the concrete with little regard for her injuries. They threw her book bag out to her and shut the gate, locking it quickly before she could run back inside.

"Miss Mitchell, we tried to do this the easy way but after I informed Mr. Posen that you sexually assaulted his daughter he decided to press charges."

Aubrey struggled against the grasp of the guards, screaming "But I told you the truth! She didn't hurt me."

Mr. Posen looked at his daughter "Shut your mouth Aubrey."

"No! You can't take her away. Don't do this again, daddy please! I love her!"

Beca began to cry, struggling against the gate hearing Aubrey cry out for her.

"Miss Mitchell, I called the local sheriff and he should be here any moment."

Beca heard the sirens and looked at Aubrey. She couldn't leave, not after what she promised but she couldn't be arrested and she knew with the influence Mr. Posen and Mrs. Westmore had, she surely would be.

With a sigh, she wiped at her eyes in frustration and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Ok, I'll go."

Mr. Posen nodded his head in surprise, "Good. That's wise of you to not make a fool of yourself any longer."

Beca pulled her JanSport onto her back and slowly began to walk away from the gate. She turned around every few seconds to steal glances at Aubrey, who was being led away. The third time she looked back, her eyes caught Aubrey's and they both knew it couldn't end this way. Aubrey waited for the right moment before maneuvering out of the guards grasp and running to the gate. Beca ran back to the gate and immediately grabbed her girlfriend, pulling her into a tight embrace, the bars between them making the grim reality of their future more real,. Aubrey snaked her hands between the metal bars and pulled Beca to her, wishing she could disappear in Beca's arms forever.

Beca looked at Aubrey through watery eyes their fingers lacing together as she whispered, "I'm not giving up on you. Promise not to forget about me."

Aubrey sighed sorrowfully and whispered, "I won't remember anything else," before she was pulled away by the guards. Beca watched them carry her girlfriend away, Aubrey never breaking eye contact with her. The sirens were frighteningly close and she knew her time to escape was growing slimmer. Beca placed a hand over her heart, a silent declaration that Aubrey would forever hold that place within her, before she ran off.

I honestly thought this chapter was absolute crap but I've been so distracted lately that I haven't had time to fix it. Please forgive me.