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Beca's voice failed her and tears had filled her eyes. She cleared her throat slightly.

"I don't know what they did," Beca said, trying to avoid looking at Chloe. "But I didn't see her again."

"God, Beca, I'm so sorry," she said. "What kind of monster does that to their child?" Beca didn't answer, she just wiped her eyes. "How did you get away from him?"

"Eventually, the raiders got tired of taking orders from him. They wanted me, but he wouldn't let them. So they shot him. They'd have done to me what they did to my mom, but Dogmeat here showed up."

"Finally, we can get our hands on this little bitch," one of the raiders said, opening her cell door. Beca had lost track of how long she'd been in there. She had stopped caring. She looked at the dead body of her father and felt nothing but hatred for him. He'd kept his word, and hadn't physically hurt her while she'd been here, but she'd never forgive him for what he did to her mother.

"Just make it quick," Beca said, her voice devoid of emotion.

"We can do whatever the fuck we want, now that your daddy's dead," he said, withdrawing a machete from his belt. "And I think we're gonna take our time with this."

Before he could take another step, a dog started growling from the main doorway of the room.

"What the fuck-" He was cut off as the dog leapt for him, sinking his teeth into the man's arm.

Beca saw her chance and made a grab for his gun. He swung his free hand and it connected hard with the side of her head. She staggered slightly before going for his gun again. She got it and fired quickly, once into his thigh, the other his hip.

"Motherfucker!" He shouted.

Raiders began coming in from other rooms, and Beca started shooting at their heads. She killed three and injured a fourth before she ran out of bullets.

Meanwhile, the dog tearing into as many as he could. He went for their throats and soon his muzzle was dripping with blood.

Beca found an aluminum bat resting just outside of the cell, and she grabbed it. One of the last raiders standing fired his gun, and Beca only just dived out of the way in time, the bullet grazing her leg. Blood began soaking through her jeans, but she was too full of adrenaline to feel any pain. Before he could take another shot, she swung the bat at his arm, and heard a satisfying crack.

"You stupid bitch!" He cried out, before the bat made contact with his head.

Someone grabbed her from behind but she kicked him hard between the legs. He let her go and she swung the bat at his head too.

It was over in minutes. She stood, breathing heavily in the centre of the room. Six raiders lay either dead or unconscious at her feet. One groaned and she approached him. She recognised him as one of the ones who'd dragged her mother from her cell.

"You shouldn't have fucked with us," she said. She hit him in the kneecap. "You shouldn't have fucked with us!" She hit him in the head. "You. Shouldn't. Have. Fucked. With. Us!" Each word was punctuated by another blow to his body. She let out a scream of pain and fury as she kept hitting him.

Soon she ran out of energy and her scream dissolved into tears as she sank to her knees. "I'm so sorry, mom," she said, her voice little more than a whisper as her body was racked with sobs.

She had all but forgotten about the dog until he gave a small whimper. She looked at him and he nudged her arm with his head.

"Thank you," she said, softly. She hugged him before checking his name tag. It read 'Dogmeat'. He nudged her again as if telling her to stand up. Time to go, the nudge said. It's not safe here.

She took the bat and used it almost like a crutch as they left what she now saw was an abandoned police station. Her leg was still bleeding heavily, and she had taken a fair few hits during the fight.

She didn't know how long she'd been walking, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do it for much longer. She had found a pip-boy on her way out of the prison, and it was telling her that she was in trouble. She needed food and water and she'd lost a lot of blood.

She wasn't really walking anymore. It was more like staggering. Dogmeat began barking, and he ran ahead of her, before coming back. Beca could barely make out a figure hurrying towards her. She wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't hallucinating.

"Hey, are you okay?" They said. She saw blonde hair and felt someone put their hands on her shoulders. "What happened?" She saw that it was a woman holding her up. The woman was shifting in front of her. It was like she was flickering. Beca tried to pull away from her, but she staggered again and the world span around her. "I won't hurt you," she said. "Let me help."

Beca wasn't sure, but she think she nodded before the Earth shifted again and she threw up.

"Okay," she said. "You're okay." She sat her down, her back resting against a building. "Drink this." She handed her some water.

"It's... It's not safe here," Beca said, closing her eyes as she felt dizzy again. "We have to move."

"We'll be alright for now," she said. Beca drank the water and a second later she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as the woman used a stimpak on her. "Feeling better?" Beca nodded. "I'm Aubrey."

"Beca," Beca said. "And thank you."

Aubrey helped Beca stand, and half carried her back to her settlement, where her and a few other girls treated her injuries and gave her food, water, and a bed. They gave her a home.

"If Dogmeat, or Aubrey hadn't turned up that day, I'd be dead," Beca said. Her voice was a little hoarse from the amount of talking she'd done, and tears were still stinging her eyes.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," Chloe said. At some point during her story, Chloe had taken a hold of Beca's free hand, and was currently lightly rubbing her thumb across the back of her hand. Beca hadn't questioned it at the time, and she didn't want it to stop. She squeezed Chloe's hand, and the redhead squeezed back.

"Thank you for listening," Beca said. Her chest felt lighter.

The feeling didn't last, as soon they'd reached the outskirts of Boston. Diamond City was nestled deep inside.

"Are you ready for this?" Beca asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Chloe said, reluctantly letting go of Beca's hand to draw her pistol.