# CHAPTER 18
Chloe's POV
I got to the roof top—after wishing time would never end with my Beca—with my photographer who was leading the way for me. This is where the event will going to happen. Enough for 1000 important students that I only knew that exists a while ago, which means Type A and B popularity scale, people that had a dorm in 1st, 2nd floor and those who was alone in their dorm or allowed not to take a dorm here.
I really don't know how does it happened, it wasn't mention in the orientation or maybe I'm not listening to well at the boring speeches. I only knew that I'm in Barden by some fortune like half percent scholarship that brought me here. I never even knew or expected that I'm hooking up with the owner of this amazing elite university or even liking the mafia mistress with extra appendage or even loving a slightly psychopath who kill bad people with her bare hands or a girl named Beca Mitchell with a very complicated life I am with now. That I'm wishing I always waking up with. Hoping I marry someday.
Some men in yellow uniform was fixing the stage or maybe I will call runway or catwalk or ramp that has a pentagon shape, on the middle of it was a whole for the band. Some are rearranging the comfortable chairs and tables for the audience and some are fixing the area where 10 VIP who will the judge us will sit, the lightnings, speakers, some camera stands and huge LCDs on each sides. Technical team behind the judges.
I saw Emily and her team on stage, taking a professional walk on the first line of the pentagon from the left. She's taking all of this seriously like she's born not to be second or third but first.
Well, all of the models here are Type A and B. Specially picked up by the professional photographers who constantly take a photo with the students they like without permission, who says it's not rude at all unless you've been shot by your ass or vomiting or any embarrassment that was possibly happens in our lives.
I never thought I'm Type A at all and when I asked them how I became Type A, they said that the President was eyeing on me after that "President" picked me personally for the Unlucky 13 that made my scale up from nothing to something. Maybe that's why I'm picked up by the Head Photographer. Which was Beca's plan for me to catch up some respect from some students which was very effective because my classmates never treated me bad after.
Emily was Type A because she gave the biggest donation here in Barden, full packed with the news that she's so smart as hell even she's just a freshman.
Jessica who was also a Type A because she's a Judo President, Judo division and national representative. Had a consecutive championship winner that really made the university more famous.
Stacie who was a Type B because of her smart mind and being the muse of the university.
I didn't know what Beca's type but I know, I'm her type.
Period.
Seriously, I think she's also Type A? I never asked her because I only knew it an hour ago after I leave her dorm. She's leaving in the first floor, alone so maybe she's Type A?
I didn't notice that we're in the backstage now with a lot of people in the hallway. We entered one of the rooms and I saw my team smiling at me.
"Hey Ms Beale. We're very excited to have your rehearsal but before that we'll gonna have some discussion first then show you what you're going to wear." The assistant designer brought by Nikki named Taylor Staulger.
"Okay?" I hesitantly agree with a frowned when I sat up on my designated chair with my surname.
"In a typical fashion show like this, models like you will going to walk the catwalk, dressed in the clothing created by us. The clothing is illuminated on the runway by the lightings surrounded that pentagon ramp. Every 15 seconds, each model will start a 50 meter walk in the pentagon runway then change for another given categorize outfit. You'll probably will be seen by everyone by that of course. And you have 13 types of clothes to walk in. Every little detail of you must be perfect so here we are." She explained expertly.
"Those given categorize outfits are corporate attire, camouflage, winter outfit, long dress, black and white clothes, OOTD remarks, American native, flowery designs, stripes, July 4 outfit, a robe and of course two piece."
Two.. piece.
Two piece?
TWO PIECE?!
"Wait. What? A two piece?" I skeptically asked. Why I had an often almost naked situation? I feel so harassed in this plot.
[A/N: sorry but I love you so much. *grin*]
"Yes. Why?" Nikki asked back. I shook my head as a response.
"I think I'm not ready for those." I said that made all of them chuckled.
"You can use a transparent robe as blind." Taylor suggested.
"Really? Transparent?" I deadpanned.
"You'll just show your figure and shape, that's it. No one will touch you." Maxene blurted while fixing the lens of her cameras.
"I can check your body if you have scars or any marks?" Ingrid suggested.
"I think she's just not confident?" Nikki said.
" I don't have any marks, I'm just... yes. Not confident. This is my first time to wear a two piece in front of so many people and it's intimidating as hell."
"Look, you're not the only one walking in the runway. After your 15 seconds walk, there's someone will go out then a next so eyes will not just stare at you.. unless you're really an eye catcher." Ingrid explained. She has a point. I discreetly ran my hand on my stomach, no belly. "Anyway, did you shave?"
Oh my god.
Well, I shave last night because... I'm walking on Beca's door?
I felt a burning sensation on my face. "Uhm, of course. I shave 5 times a month."
"That's rough of you. It's like you shave for someone." Maxene chuckled. They laughed.
"Oh shut up. Let's just go back to it." I cut off.
Chloe: babeeeeee :'(
Beca: hey. what happened?
Chloe: I don't wanna be a model anymore :'(
Beca: why? did something happened?
Chloe: not yet :((
Beca: eh? then why baby's sad?
Chloe: I'm gonna wear a swimsuit later! two piece rather T^T
Beca: well, i think that's exciting
Chloe: I'm serious!
Beca: you're gorgeous as hell babe you can do that
Chloe: what if I messed up? what if the suit ripped? or had a wardrobe malfunction?
Beca: unless you're hulk who ripped whatever he's wearing
Chloe: babeeeeee I'm damn nervous :'((
Beca: don't be :) you'll be alright.
Beca: god. I'm so excited to see you later. I'm gonna be your number one fan ;)
Chloe: you should show up later
Beca: of course! I'll shout, go baby red! go baby red! Haha
Chloe: you're such a dork haha
Beca: or maybe go sexy red!
Chloe: that's embarrassing babe
Beca: at least I did the duty of being a girlfriend to you ;)
Chloe: you love me ;)
Beca: of course! anyway, where are you at lunch?
Chloe: here. they said I must be here the whole time.
Beca: ok. I'll bring you a food.
Chloe: I think you can't. they don't allow visitors or not part of the production.
Beca: well, I'm the owner so I can ;)
Chloe: you can't say that.
Beca: just kidding. I'm part of the production!
Chloe: don't tell me you're one of the speakers?
Beca: noooo I'm one of the marshals :) so I can walk wherever I want ;)
Chloe: that's wow. you're so little to be one of them pfft
Beca: I change my mind, I'm not going tsk
Chloe: babe! I'm just kidding! you're so big and scary you know!
Beca: tss shut up
Chloe: hahahahahahahahahaha
Chloe: ok
Chloe: hahahahahahahaha omg hahahahahaha
Beca: stoooooooph
Chloe: god you're so cute in some camouflage pants :D xD
Beca: you'll be dead later
Chloe: babeeee no! I'm sorry! pfft forgive me!
Beca: shut uppp
Chloe: I love youuu
Beca: tss
Chloe: you don't love me anymore :'(
"Sad face huh? I can hear your giggles through your texts." A familiar voice from the back sobered me up from giggling. I turned around and saw Beca with her shoulder bag.
"You cameee!" I enthusiastically jumped on her and hugged her tightly while giggling. She just rolled her eyes as I kissed her both cheeks.
"Here's your grassy food, my lady." Beca handed me a lunch box as I pulled back on her with a grin.
"I really deserve a grass from someone who almost called herself horse when I ride her." I teased and a sudden giggle escaped on my mouth. I was about to grab the lunch box when she pulled it back out of my reach. I stopped from giggling.
"I really change my mind. Bye." She was about to turn her back when I gently pulled her arm towards me.
"It's roof top, I don't want you to get tired." I said with a very sincere voice. Trying my hardest to suppress my laugh. I pulled her to sit beside me. "Share with me." I offered as I open the lunch box.
"Share everything with me babe but never with your favorite steamy.. tasteless green leaves from veggie farm with.. what is this? A gravy?" Beca rambled, shaking her head like it's really a bad idea.
I took the fork in the case and took some before aiming it to her mouth. "Try some, you'll even forget your existence after tasting it."
"Like you're saying I'm gonna die after." Beca scoffed. "No Chloe. I better eat taco in morning, lunch and dinner than tasting a food with no taste at all."
"Even I use my pout?" I asked with super magical pout.
She turned around. "That's so powerful. I won't stare." She giggled.
"Fine." I lazily concede as I turned my back on her too then started to eat. I eat my food while staring at some models who's also eating their dietary food and drinks with no calories and fat.
"Anyway, tonight is the night that we'll go to Japan, right?" I asked without looking at her.
"Yup. We'll gonna go first at my hotel and proceed to the rooftop where the plane parked." Beca whispered, sounds sleepy. I looked at her, she's leaning on the table with forearms on her forehead.
"You okay?"
"I just felt sleepy." She yawned.
"Eh? Go to sleep kiddo."
"Kiddo? You're just 3 years older." Beca suddenly looked up on me.
"Exactly." I nodded playfully.
"Whatever. I still call you baby and not mom." Beca scoffed with a sarcastic smile, eyes closed.
"I felt so pedophile right now." I said, she playfully bumped my knees with hers and we both giggle. "Anyway, where Aubrey's studying? She's not often here."
"She's already graduate two years ago." Beca answered. "Same with your major."
"And she's great with computer?"
"She's great with that thing since we were kids." Beca replied nonchalantly. "Do you ever know how to work with portals?"
"Portal?"
"Dark net, like that." I look skeptically at her. "Uh. Forget it. Computer thing. Business place for a mafia thing, you know." I raised my eyebrows. "Seriously, forget it."
"I'm curious.." I mumbled that she probably heard because she groaned.
"Don't be." She replied with slight shaking head. "How's Billie the dog? Did she still had food?"
"Yeah, Jessica bought her."
"Good. Anyway, about her. Do you ever notice something wrong about her?" She asked quietly.
Did I? I constantly seeing her checking her phone, frustrated while pacing our room and..
Her hair gets curly.
"Hmm. Was her hair really curly?"
Beca groaned. "Yeah. Anything else?"
"Hmm. I think she's not sleeping ever since I moved in with her. She take a nap but sleeping, no. But she still look fresh and blooming even she's frustrated sometimes."
"Nothing new about that. Anything?" Beca casually said.
"Is she had OCD? She's very neat in everything. I never had a chance of cleaning our apartment. Even doing dishes."
"She doesn't have any. I think it's just her habit. Anything else?" Beca asked with expectant voice. I furrowed my eyebrows to her.
"Wait. Why?" Chloe paused. "Is there anything that must be wrong?"
"Nah. Just asking. I know she's just doing her job." Beca replied lazily.
"Job?"
"Of securing you." Beca deadpanned.
After I ate everything Beca brought me, we've said goodbyes at each other before departing. She said she's going to sleep for couple of hours and prepared for going here again, to be a little marshal.
Pfft.
Okay. So I went to my dressing room and started to look at what's on my closet. They told me, the more daring I am, the more attention I got so they gave we 3 options. Actually, 3 types of option. Like, not-so-daring, semi-daring, super-daring. Good idea.
Isn't it?
I looked at myself in the mirror and stared at myself. My face looks so fresh, my skin was tanned and smooth, no sign of disliking. My light make up still suits my skin.
Why I felt unsatisfied?
Oh no. Not now, self.
Third Person's POV
Stacie gasped as Aubrey's fingers dig the skin on Stacie's waist as they share a heated kiss on each others' lips. Stacie's hands on the blondie's neck, pulling her possibly closer to deepen the kiss. They were making out in one of the empty classrooms in the Technology Department where they decided to meet up, with Stacie's suggestion.
Even she won't admit to herself, Aubrey's touch was making her melt in anyway that weakens her, like she will do anything to give into the blondie.
Aubrey gasped loudly as Stacie spun her around and pushed her hard in the wall, continuing on kissing her jaw down to her neck. Aubrey rolled her eyes back in anticipation as Stacie's hands wandered on her torso, breathes trailing off to her neck.
Before Stacie's hand go south, with all of Aubrey's strength, she grabbed the taller brunette's wrist to stop the urge of wanting more. She doesn't want to break her own rule so she better be conscious of what's happening but Stacie doesn't cease her action on her neck, nipping and sucking on it carelessly. Aubrey moaned when Stacie took a light bite on her ear and forcefully went back on kissing her. Stacie was like uncontrollably right now. The desire of wanting to touch the other woman right now is so strong knowing she wasn't restrain anymore unlike the other day she was with the blondie, her strong desire was not enough for her to force her hand to go further south unless Aubrey loosen the grip on her wrist, allowing her with willingness to be touch.
But Aubrey of course, wants to stop her before her own mind betray her, and let herself dive on the sea of lust the brunette giving her.
"Stace.. stop." Aubrey managed to speak between Stacie's kisses, hands pushing the brunette's arms away from her body. Stacie finally looked at her in awe, her previous green eyes still darken by lust.
"Why? Did I hurt you?" Stacie asked with a hint of disappointment, sadness and lust in her husky voice, eyes landing on the blondie's tempting lips. Aubrey can't help but to bite her lips in guilt of stopping the moment her love wanted for so long. She saw it through the struggle of wanting Emily back on her, the lustful stares, the desperation. She really doesn't love her, Aubrey knew it. Emily was just a pure giver that she likes, that she wants, that she needs. It's really hard to forget someone who saves you from heartache, and that's what Aubrey called desperation.
So right now, she set up a rule that she will not going to touch her nor allowing the brunette to touch her. She doesn't want to repeat what happened between Emily and her, she doesn't want to be a rebound. She does want to be loved by the love of her life. No lust involve unless Stacie finally knew everything she needs to know about herself.
"No but- Jesus!" Aubrey gasped again as Stacie trailed off kisses her neck again. Her eyes shut closed but managed to push Stacie again with a little exert of force that made Stacie step backward with a shock look on her. Aubrey widen her eyes too as she look at the surprise brunette. "No. No. I'm sorry." Aubrey frantically pulled Stacie and kissed her lips. "I didn't mean that. Sorry."
Stacie just smiled and sighed before leaving a peck of kiss on the other woman's lips. "It's okay. I understand. Sorry too, I missed you so much that I can't stop myself from wanting you." Stacie sincerely apologized.
"Awe. I missed you too." Aubrey retorted with a genuine smile. "You don't know how many times I restraint myself from kissing you."
They shared a short passionate kiss before Stacie decided to sit on one of the table, sighing to hide the frustrations as she watched Aubrey walk sexily beneath the bookshelves. Both trying to suppress their feelings of wanting each other. Stacie shake off the sexy thought of Aubrey as she remember it's time to talk to her of what she knew about this past few days, so she spoke.
"About my parents.." She started while eyes down on her hands. Aubrey didn't gave a look but she knew she's listening. "I took a quick investigation- I know it's not right to doubt them but.. what's the meaning of benefit of the doubt?"
.
Stacie and her dad left alone on the living room, her dad laughing so hard as they watch TV while eating chips but Stacie's mind was off the reality while sitting comfortably on the couch, eyes staring blankly at the TV screen. She was thinking about the blondie who caught to be now her weakness. Wanted to prove something the blondie was wrong about giving her childhood memory, that her parents told her otherwise.
"Stacie? Is there something wrong?" Her dad asked her curiously as he observed her daughter's oddity. Stacie slightly flinch at the voice and abruptly look at where it came from. She saw her dad with raising eyebrows on her, feet on the coffee table while chips on hand.
"No dad. I'm just thinking of something." Stacie blurted, adjusting her back on the couch comfortably. "Where are we staying before?"
Her dad's face turns to frown in a matter of second but changed into solemn as he intended to ask, "Why did you ask?"
Stacie almost panic but immediately found a relevant reason for asking it. "School stuff. History. My professor asked everyone to share what's our childhood be like before we even become a senior next semester." She rambled and fake enthusiasm while moving her hand as she explains, that was her habit of trying to say something rush. Her father doesn't notice that.
"We're living in Florida. You don't remember?" Her father instantly asked.
"I forgot about it, dad. It's still blurred to me ever since." She stated. It was true. Her childhood memory was blurted. She didn't even remember anything about her celebrating her 7th year of existence. She didn't even remember her childhood friends. She just remember a complete blurred memory of her running around somewhere bright and green while someone with a figure of a girl watching her from the bench she was sitting. That's it. Nothing else clear.
"Well, ask your mom tomorrow, she's with you all the time. Carefully handling you not fall on anything hard or being bitten by mosquito but when I got home one day, I saw you with bleeding knees from running outside and she just said to me that she took a nap with you and she didn't noticed you woke up." He genuinely giggled at the memory. Stacie saw it amusing and unbelievable at the same time. She doesn't know if it's true or not but seeing her father's giggles, it tells her it was true.
.
"So? What did you get there?" Aubrey asked with full of interest. But instead of answering it Stacie asked too.
"Where's the place you were saying I am with you?" Stacie deadpanned. Aubrey drew an impish smile of her face as she look at the girl who almost beg her to touch her few minutes ago. Fast transition from a horny persona to a perky one.
Aphrodite.
"It's really comfortable to talk this far, you know." Aubrey grinned more like a mock on their previous situation.
"Not time for that, Aubrey." Stacie retorted.
"Okay. Fine. We're living in a mansion that looks like a tower but less than a castle before in Florida." Aubrey trails off. Sitting on one of the chairs with cross legs. "What else, ma'am?" Stacie shrugged at the name, and thinks of something more like how she will go deeper on asking her mom about her childhood. "Just not ask about your childhood. Ask them about Cassy. Where your mom gave her birth, where's her first birthday happened that I'm sure you don't remember because you're aren't there." Aubrey just played it cool as she drew a mocking smirk on her face.
"Whatever." Stacie rolled her eyes. "Anyway, are you free tomorrow? My parents aren't home so.." Aubrey just look down to avoid Stacie's burning gaze.
"I can't.."
"Why are you so afraid of me?" Stacie trailed off as if she knows everything that's happening. "I know we both have trust issues but you can trust me in this. It's your choice to stop if I prove you are lying coz I'll never ask you to stop. I don't know what I feel but I'm sure this is something else."
"Well, I'm telling the truth. And I can't because I'm going in a two days vacation." Aubrey explains. Stacie just mouthed an 'o' for her previous aggression.
"Where?" Stacie asked curiously with a hint of disappointment on her voice.
"Japan." Aubrey casually said. No plan of telling why unless the other woman was interested.
"Oh. Okay." Stacie nodded nonchalantly. Trying to suppress her curiousity.
They stayed in silence. Stacie was about to get her phone on her back pocket when Aubrey finally spoke. "We can meet on Monday?"
Stacie finally look at her. She rolled her eyes to try suppress her subtle smile but it came out naturally on her lips. "Sure."
Ashley finally got to their apartment first thing in the morning but when she got there, she saw the bed scattered along with the clothes and she became nervous. She immediately searched Lee from the shattered glasses, probably came from the dishes.
Then there she was. She was sitting at the corner of their kitchen, legs tightly hugging like her life depends on it. Ashley carefully walks in the shattered glasses, avoiding to fall from any kind of harm. When she finally reached Lee's position, she looked at her in sympathy as she lean down in front of her. She saw Lee's left feet with dry blood that possibly came from glasses and she could hear from her position the audible sound of an exhausted sobbing.
Someone did this to her.
She gently held the top of Lee's head and patted it with full of compromising. The sob became louder as she continue the action, she finally kneel in front of her and pulled her arms to her. Gently hugging her.
"S-She's.. she's going to k-kill me. She's going t-to kill m-me.. p-please help m-me please.." Lee frantically cried out while trembling uncontrollably. Ashley can't do anything but to rub her back with her palm while hugging her, eyes watering from pitiful situation of the girl she wants to protect but failed to be protected.
"Lee, I'm here." She whispered on her ears but Lee just keeps on shivering on her arms. She gently ran her fingers from her hair down to her ears.
No hearing aid.
She looked around and saw the hearing aid broken.
Shit.
Ashley pulled back ans held her arm to do a braille code on it. "What the hell had happened?!" She exclaimed while tapping on her arm. She introduced herself and Lee's sobbing become louder in recognition. Palming her face to cover it with embarrassment.
Ashley told her, WAIT-ILL-CLEAN.
Ashley started to clean the room but no plan of staying. She's planning of bringing Lee on their HQ. Examine her and watch her. She's also planning on telling Beca about it.
Today.
She needs extra security for Lee after all that she saw right now especially that she's going to another country without her and the only place that she's sure about security was their HQ with complete surveillance cameras, identity coder and high security systems.
After cleaning four an hour, she told Lee, LETS-EAT and they did. Seeing an exhaustion and sleepless on Lee's face she told her, LETS-SLEEP but Lee just did nothing and say,
"You'll leave me." She mumbled with a sadness in her voice. A suppressed sob was there. Ashley immediately told her NO-WELL-LEAVE-LATER. "Really?" She replied, YES-NOW-SLEEP.
She guided Lee on her bed but before she sleep, Ashley asked her to take off her shirt and she'll change it.
After all Ashley's been through with her—choosing clothes for her, watching her not to fall in the shower room, taking her clothes on her, eating with her, talking to her in the middle of the night, sleeping in the same bed and waking up with her—she's still had this feeling of excitement and thrill whenever she's in a situation where an ordinary person doesn't want to it to her. After all, Lee was pretty curl woman, flawless and tanned skin. And she's always getting nervous of seeing her innocently naked in front of her.
Well, Ashley has never been kissed and never been touched like Jessica. They're both busy in life and no time on dating so they both decided to enjoy life with what they fond of doing like hanging out with the thieves and do dangerous things with them. Ashley decoding codes, solving problems, cooperating with the police but since the Genesis showed up in the picture, being a famous detective was nothing. They did so well from killing the students that they totally shutdown the reaper's ability. That she can't do anything about it.
Like, the only thing they can only do was doubt each other, doubt someone's intentional inability. Like they become disabled when it comes to Genesis presence.
She doesn't want to pin point someone because she has no precise evidence to point them even a suspicion, none.
Maybe a suspicion to... Jessica?
She still had no evidence but it's her or Genesis that can do all of these to Lee.
So if bringing Lee in the HQ was making her unsafe... there's no other people that can brought Lee to danger but only just one of them.
So, after Lee changed her clothes, Ashley made her sleep well in her grasp. She only wait 15 minutes and Lee was already snoring on her chest. She moved a little to pull back on her and sit up. She reached for her phone and dialed Beca's number.
It only took two rings and Beca was already only the line.
"What is it Ash? I'm sleeping the fuck up." Beca growls with a hoarse voice at the other line that made Ashley took her phone 5 inches away from her ear with a flinch on her face.
"We need to talk privately Beca. I need to tell you something important." Ashley spoke up with expectation.
"Like?!" Beca irritately asked.
"I think I'm holding something that we can use against Genesis. A person, Beca. And before you doubt, this is not a trap."
"Okay. Fine. I'll tell Em-
"Please don't tell anybody. We can't trust anybody right now. Go here-
"What? Why don't you just bring that here?!" Beca raised her voice in annoyance. Ashley sighed.
"Bec- Mistress." She sincerely said. "Please trust me on this. I could tell you that she's blind and deaf but she can help us. I'll send you the photo and address. Please come here."
Beca yawned as she walk at the stairs of the apartment Ashley was texted her. The apartment is kinda old and humid at the hallway. Airconditionless. Like it's just a motel. Beca cringed at some people who was looking at her at the hallway she just walked in.
Some were guys.
She's thankful she just wore a black t-shirt, jeans and boots. Her jacket on her arms.
She forcefully knocked at the door Ashley told her to catch the insider's attention immediately and there she was.. standing in front of unknown perky woman in just her laced bra, thong and a black robe draping on her arms sexily. Beca's eyes widen with a flushed face at the view, of course she turned her gaze away from the woman's chest and looked somewhere to try not to be more embarrassed.
Shit.
"Uhm.. I-I think I'm in a wrong apartment number." Beca bluntly said with hesitation to look at the other girl who has an annoy look at her.
"Really?" The other woman skeptically asked, seeing confidence on her was present.
"Yeah?" Beca sounds questioning but she's just hiding the threatening lump on her throat. "Is there a person named.. Ashley?"
"That's my name." The other girl nonchalantly claimed that made Beca raised her eyebrows. Eyes suddenly went down on her to have a fast check then up on her face again "What? What do you want?" Beca finally gulped.
Oh no.
"Uhm. No. I'm sorry but you're not the Ashley I'm looking for. Bye." Beca rushed out of the embarrassing scene and took her phone out of her pocket. She looked at Ashley's text and mumbled a hissed of "shit."
Room #396 and not #369.
She hissed.
"What the hell am I thinking out there?" She scolded herself and took the end of the hallway.
As Beca knocked again at the door where she expect Ashley was, she's getting irritated at the image of the mistaken woman she saw a while ago in her head. Her knocks was getting harder as the times goes by and suddenly the door opened and it showed up the girl she was expecting.
She looked at her furiously before giving Ashley a sharp nudge on her shoulder, not enough to make Ashley fall but enough to shock her.
Beca furiously sat on the sofa and glared at Ashley. "I was really embarrassed out there. What's fucking important you want to say that I need to go here?"
Ashley was about to say something when they both heard a girl inside the bathroom. "I'm done!"
"What the hell was that?" Beca asked in confusion. Ashley just bit her bottom lip apologetically then rushed inside the bathroom.
Ashley and Lee aren't took so long as they got out of the bathroom. Beca eyes widen as she looked at the pretty curly girl beside Ashley who she was guiding on the bed like the girl who have seen nothing.
"She's blind and deaf." Ashley declared.
"She's blind and deaf and you expected her to help us?"
"She's blind since birth but she could hear before she became deaf. And she knew something about Genesis."
"But how?"
Ashley showed a small piece of hearing aid. "This. We talked before it was broken. Someone came here and break everything inside this room along with this thing. That someone might Genesis because of being threatened to her memories with the Head of the Genesis."
"What's special with Tom?" Beca deapanned.
"Not Alpha but someone named Omega." Ashley said. "We need to protect this girl upon commotions, Beca." She paused. "And we can identify who's the intruder that came here to destroy everything by just her listening to the voices of people who came near us. Beca, I'm becoming desperate too to know who's that shit. Please allow me."
Beca looked at her. Searching for something in her eyes before she decided to speak. "What do you want?"
Ashley smile excitedly. "I want Lee to be with us in the HQ. To protect her. She's a bait, Beca. It'll be mine if something happens. I promise."
It was silence but Ashley's eyes is full of determination and expectation that Beca only just noticed since they had a conversation.
Maybe doing a favor from one of her intelligent reaper is not a big deal.
Right?
"You really want to protect her huh?" Beca challenged, a smirk on her face while looking at the sleeping woman. Ashley frowned for a second and nodded.
"Yes." Ashley answered.
"Then give her to me."