- Part 1 -


Arrhythmia


There's two sides to every story,
But I don't know how this one ends.
You want fire and you want glory,
But there's a struggle that lies within.
There's a war in my head,
And I don't understand how we ended up here.
There's a tear in my heart where your lies left a mark,
And now nothing is clear.
Whose side are you on?
-Ruelle


"Girls." Mills greets them as he slides in between the two pews in front of them and looks at each of them separately before as a whole. "I'm gonna cut right to the point. You can probably imagine, I have a lot of questions about what went down in that dining room, and I'd like to talk to all of you separately about what you saw. Which one of you three wants to go first?"

Beca tips her head back against the back of the seat, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and fingertips. Chloe pulls her legs up onto the seat so she's sitting crisscross and stares at the back of the pew in front of them, silently picking at the skin on her lips. And, for once, Aubrey wishes someone else could be in charge.

"Look, I know that you're all in shock," Mills says, "I can't even imagine being a witness to that first-hand. That had to be a terrifying ordeal to go through, but I have my deputy and the doctor in there combing the crime scene, and we're going to get to the bottom of this. I just need to know everyone's account of their entire morning." He sighs and leans against the back of the pew behind him. "What about you?" He tilts his head and looks at Chloe. "You wanna walk me through your morning?"

"No." Chloe lowers her hand away from her mouth and shakes her head. "No, I think I would rather walk the Seattle PD through my morning. I want to get off this island." She wrings her hands together in her lap, not looking up from where her gaze is trained on one of the Bibles. "I don't understand why we're sitting here, answering questions, when we should be getting as far away from here as possible."

Mills just grunts and looks at Beca. "What about you?"

Beca lifts her head and wipes at her cheeks with the back of her hand. "What she said," she answers and shakes her head, "I think we would be a lot safer answering your questions somewhere that isn't here."

Aubrey wants to give them both a pat on the back.

Mills slowly nods his head, turning to look at the only one of them left – Aubrey. "What about you, Aubrey?" he asks, "You wanna be the sensible one here and walk me through your morning first?" He knows the right words to use to get to her, that much is for sure.

Aubrey inhales a deep breath and looks him in the eye. She regrets it almost immediately. He reminds her of her father, albeit less forceful. She shakes her head.

"Girls," Mills says slowly, "Do the three of you understand the implications of interfering with a murder case?"

"We have the right to remain silent," Aubrey states. She has already screwed herself over more than enough – with the photo and the deer and the gun. She doesn't need to add to it. "I want a lawyer."

"No one," Mills says, calm and controlled, "And I mean no one, is leaving this island until everyone cooperates in this investigation. So, let's try this again with some more compliance." He looks at Chloe. "You wanna rethink and give this another shot so you and all your friends can go home? Or you wanna be the reason you're all stuck here? If you don't wanna walk me through whatever you did before you entered that dining room, then I'm gonna say it's safe to assume that you and your friends are the only ones who got out of there alive, because you had something to do with it."

Chloe scoffs and shakes her head, tears slowly snaking their way down her cheeks.

"Now, you look like a sweet girl," Mills says, "I'm sure you wouldn't have anything to do with killin' all those people, would you?"

Chloe chokes over a silent sob then closes her eyes, keeping herself in check.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Aubrey lets slip. She scoots closer to Chloe. "We didn't do this."

"That true?" Mills asks Chloe, "Or are you not talkin', 'cause you're tryin' to cover somethin' up?"

Chloe tilts her head down and rubs her eyes with her thumb and fingers. "This is ludicrous," she mutters to herself.

"You wanna repeat yourself?" Mills asks.

"Dude, leave her alone," Beca demands and wraps one arm around Chloe's back. "We had nothing to do with this. We just want to go home."

"People are dying, and you are leaving us in danger!" Chloe accuses him, looking up again, "We need to leave!"

"You can't hold us here," Aubrey reminds him. Surely, he knows that he cannot legally bind them to this island. Unless they are being placed under arrest, they have the right to leave. Even under arrest, they still have the right to a lawyer. "This a violation of our rights."

Mills ignores her, not taking his eyes off Chloe. It makes sense that he would target her; from the outside, Aubrey can understand why it would appear she's their weakest link. But just because Chloe cries easily doesn't mean she'll crack. Beca is more likely to go back on their plan than Chloe is.

Mills taps his fingers on the top of the pew and sighs. "Chloe," he says, looking at the name tag on her carryon bag, "Do you want to find who did this?"

"I don't know." Chloe hugs her bag and looks up at him. "Do you? Because you're not making any effort to call in the police, and you're just, you're just holding us here where we could all die."

Aubrey gets to her feet, drawing herself to full height. "We're not speaking," she tells him clearly, "until we have lawyers and we're back on the mainland."

"Have it your way then." Mills lifts his walkie-talkie and holds it close to his lips. "Deputy, you there?" he asks, pressing the button. "Over."

"Yeah, I'm here," a voice on the other ends responds, "Over."

"I want you to put a hold on the ferry to the mainland," Mills tells him, "No one gets on or off this island until I give the all clear, do you copy?"

"Copy that," the deputy responds.

"Are you fucking serious?" Beca asks, leaning forward. "You can't do that." She turns to Aubrey. "Can he do that?"

Chloe's grip tightens on her bag and she looks up at Aubrey.

Aubrey's breath catches in the back of her throat. "Habeas Corpus," she says, trying to hide the franticness in her tone. "You have no evidence that we were involved with what happened. You are unlawfully detaining us, and we have the right to go before a judge."

"Habeas Corpus is Medieval Latin," Mills says, "Do you know what it means?"

"It means produce the body," Aubrey answers without missing a beat.

"You know how many bodies I have at The Candlewick?" Mills asks. "Which one do you want me to produce? What about Tyler?"

Aubrey tries to ignore a sharp pain in her chest that nearly stops her from taking a breath. "You are deliberately misconstruing the definition." She slams her hands against the top of the pew, her nostrils flaring. "Habeas Corpus means the persons being detained be produced in front of a judge to determine if the detention is lawful."

"I can hold you for up to 72 hours if I feel I have reasonable cause. And I think a few dead bodies and the three of you refusing to talk is reasonable enough cause. This isn't some episode of Law and Order," Mills says, "This is my island. In the end, I can handle this situation however I deem fit." He pats the top of the pew. "You girls let me know when you change your minds about talking. I still got a few people I wanna chat with before I go back to The Candlewick." He squeezes himself out from between the two pews and heads back to the front of the room.

Aubrey grips the top of the pew in front of her, her hands shaking. "Beca," she says quietly through her teeth, keeping an eye on Mills' back. "Gather The Bellas. We're leaving."

"Aubrey, how?" Beca asks, "He has us on lockdown."

They don't have time for Beca's questions. Aubrey turns to face her. "Just do it," she commands.

"What about Jesse?" Beca asks and removes her arm from around Chloe. "I'm not going to just leave him here."

As much as Aubrey hates every Treble in existence, it isn't enough to want them to die. Beca is right. "Fine. Bellas and Trebles," she corrects herself, "Do not trust anybody else. I don't care who they are."

Beca draws in a breath and looks at Sheila for a few seconds before she nods. "Alright," she says and slowly pushes herself to her feet. She puffs out her cheeks and looks down at Chloe. "Chlo, you good?"

"People are dying and we are trapped here, because the two of you decided to handle this by yourselves," Chloe snaps, "Who could be good right now, Beca?" She bows her head and scrubs at her eyes.

Beca stares at her, taken aback. "How was I supposed to know it was going to lead to this?" she asks.

"Don't," Chloe warns her, her voice cracking. "Just don't. You guys kept all of this from me."

Aubrey sees right through the anger and the accusation – even though Chloe has a right to be pissed at both of them. She sees through it in the way that Chloe rubs her eyes, how her hands shake, in the way that she keeps hugging her bag. 'Just go,' she mouths to Beca, sharing a look with her. She waits until Beca slides out from between the pews before kneeling down on the floor beside where Chloe is sitting, one hand on her back.

"You should have told me when this started – really told me." Chloe presses her hands to her forehead, taking slow, shaky breaths. "I would have listened to you." She gasps a few times then evens out her breathing again then sobs into her hands, tears sneaking out from the corners of her eyes. "We could have gone home."

Aubrey rubs her back and waits for her to pull herself together, trying to ignore the pang of guilt. She is going to get them out of here. She slides her hand under the back of Chloe's shirt, sliding her fingertips up and down the length of her back. "We can get out of here." She wishes she was as sure as she sounds. "I have an idea."

Chloe gets a hold on herself after a few moments and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. She opens her eyes and turns, angling herself toward Aubrey. "What do you need me to do?" she whispers. "Give me a job to help get us out of here."

"Go through our suitcases," Aubrey instructs her, "Take everything out of our carry-ons and put only what we might need back in them. First aid, extra clothes…" She tries to think of everything they packed. "Think LOST; anything we might need if we were stranded on an island." It won't exactly get them home, but it'll be handy if they can't leave.

Chloe looks at her like she's stupid. "We are stranded on an island." She stands up with her bag and walks out from between the pews, toward the wall where their luggage is.

Right. Aubrey stands up and looks around the chapel.

"Can I get everyone's attention?" Mills announces, stepping up onto the pulpit. "I need to go back to The Candlewick, and the safest place for you all to be right now is right here. Nobody, and I mean nobody," he looks at Aubrey, "leaves this church without my permission. Is that understood?" There are nods throughout the church, but Mills keeps his gaze fixed on her. "You understand?"

Aubrey nods. "Yes, Sir." She understands his words; she's just choosing not to obey them. She can feel Beca and some of the others in the room staring at her.

"Good." Mills steps down. "I trust you're gonna stay put. If not, the lot of you can stay put inside a cell for awhile." He walks down the center aisle, not looking away from her until he steps out the door.

The door closes, and Aubrey walks toward Chloe and their luggage. She kneels down beside their suitcases, makes sure the gun is still covered by her shirt, and starts helping Chloe sort things between bags. She's even more thankful than she thought she would be that Chloe repacked while she was sleeping. "Life or death things only, Chloe." She pulls the necessities, splitting everything up between them, trying hard not to imagine the two of them becoming separated.

Chloe stops moving beside her and sits back on her knees.

Aubrey looks up to see her holding Sam. She sits up and stares at the stupid bear, unable to understand why it's such a necessity. But she doesn't need to understand why it's something Chloe needs to know that it just is something she needs. "I don't think it should go in the bag," she says, knowing there's a risk that they might need to abandon their things. She holds out her hand for him.

Chloe presses the scraggly toy against her lips, staring at the ground in front of her. She closes her eyes through another fresh wave of tears and hands it off to Aubrey, her features slowly crumbling.

Aubrey realizes Chloe must think she's going to just toss it to the side, and she's surprised that Chloe is so willing to just give him up to her. "Chloe." She takes the bear and stuffs it into the front pocket of her hoodie. "He should be safe." She gives her a reassuring nod.

Chloe looks at her pocket then up at her face, and Aubrey can see the tension leaving her shoulders as she realizes they're taking it with them. She turns and leans forward, resting her hands on her knees. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm just scared and really tired right now."

Aubrey nods. "I know." That's also her fault for keeping Chloe awake half the night. She glances toward where Beca is gathering their friends into a circle. "Just keep packing." She gets to her feet.

"I'm gonna pack a bag for Beca too." Chloe stands and starts looking at the name tags on the other luggage.

Aubrey doesn't argue. She gives her one last glance then walks over to the circle and stands next to Beca. There are less people than she expected there to be, and she counts The Bellas, making sure to include Chloe in the number. The number she comes up with doesn't make sense. She's only counting six people, and that includes herself. "We're missing four people." She looks around the chapel and starts to do a Bellas role call in her head. "Where are Jessica and Ashley?"

"I don't know, but Stacie and Denise ain't ever showed up either," Cynthia-Rose points out, "Y'know, I ain't seen Jessica and Ashley since before the bonfire."

Aubrey looks at The Trebles. It's just Jesse, Benji, and Bumper, and next to them is Luke.

Jesse stares at Benji and Bumper, his lips slightly parted in confusion. "Where is everybody?" he asks the two of them.

"I haven't seen anyone since yesterday," Benji says.

Beca looks at Bumper. "Where is Donald?" she asks.

Bumper looks at Jesse and Benji then around the chapel. "Yeah, it's a little weird he's not here…"

Beca raises her eyebrows. "A little weird?"

"Stacie said she was gonna find him and Sophia then meet the rest of us here," Cynthia-Rose says, "She must notta found him."

Aubrey's heart sinks down into her stomach when she realizes that Sophia isn't here in the chapel.

Chloe joins the circle between Aubrey and Beca, handing them both their bags and ignoring Beca's confused look. She folds her arms and looks around at all of their expressions. "What's wrong?" she asks and looks at Aubrey.

"Stacie and Sophia aren't here," Aubrey fills her in, her heart thudding in her stomach, "Neither are Ashley, Jessica, or Denise."

"What?" Chloe looks around again before her eyes land in Jesse. "Wait, where are all The Trebles?"

"I don't know," Jesse answers, suddenly sounding panicked. He looks at Beca. "Do you think they're still back at the inn?"

"I don't know where they are," Beca answers.

"Where else could they be?" Chloe asks.

Nikki approaches the group between Jesse and Benji. "Whatever you're planning, I want in," she says and folds her arms.

Chloe slides her arms around Aubrey's arm and rests her head against her shoulder.

Aubrey knows what she said about only including people from Barden in on her plan, but the moment Nikki walks up, she realizes it may be beneficial to have someone on the inside who knows the island. She opens her mouth to speak, but she's cut off by Jesse.

"Nikki?" Jesse angles himself to face her.

Nikki glances at him and frowns. "Nice of you to finally say hi. You know, I heard you were getting married here."

"I barely recognized you." Jesse looks at Beca. "Nikki and I used to know each other as kids, back when I used to come here over the summer."

"Now is not the time for reintroductions," Beca snaps at him and pinches the bridge of her nose, "Our friends are missing."

Nikki looks at Beca then at Jesse again. "Wait, is that your fiancée?" She points between Beca, Jesse, Chloe, and Aubrey. "So who is actually dating who here, because I am so fucking confused."

"What do you mean?" Jesse asks.

Beca turns to look at Aubrey. "What is the plan here, Aubrey?" she gets the conversation back on the right track, "Because we need to find everybody and get the hell out of here."

Aubrey nods. "Does anyone know how to hot wire a boat?" she asks. She knows it's a longshot, but…

Benji raises his hand, and everyone turns to him in surprise. "I'm a bit of a mechanical savant, if I do say so myself," he tells them.

"Great. So, we just need to get on one and get out," Aubrey explains. It's really that simple. "When we get back to Seattle, we can go straight to the real cops."

"There are boats everywhere," Nikki adds, "The boats at the main dock would fit everyone here."

"I think we should split up," Jesse says, "The guys can haul the luggage down to the dock, and the girls can look back at the inn for everyone else."

Aubrey nods, despite the chances of running into Mills. She needs to know Sophia is safe and getting on that boat. "Ladies, we can split into two groups," she says, turning to face The Bellas, "That way, we can cover more ground, but still be safe."

Nikki takes one step toward The Bellas, pausing when she locks eyes with Chloe. She smiles at the group and takes a step back. "Y'know, I always was one of the guys." She turns on her heel and follows them toward the luggage.

Beca glances at Chloe and exhales a silent laugh. "So, there's six of us," she says and looks at the entire group.

"So, it'll be Aubrey, Beca, and me and then Cynthia-Rose, Fat Amy, and Lilly," Chloe chooses their groups without missing a beat.

"Alright." Beca nods. "So we know who is going with who."

Amy raises her hand.

"Yes, Fat Amy?" Aubrey asks.

"What are our team names?" Fat Amy asks.

Aubrey blinks.

Cynthia-Rose nods. "Fat Amy is right," she says, "Our teams need code names."

"Guys, this is serious," Beca tells them, "We don't have time for this."

"You're right," Cynthia-Rose agrees, "Our team is gonna be Charlie's Angels, and you can be The Powerpuff Girls."

"Yeah, I'm not being a Powerpuff Girl." Beca shakes her head. "Why do you get to be Charlie's Angels?"

"Should we change it to Destiny's Child?" Cynthia-Rose asks and looks at Fat Amy and Lilly.

"The Powerpuff Girls actually makes a lot of sense," Chloe says and releases Aubrey's arm, grabbing onto Beca's, "Come on, Buttercup."

Beca glares at Cynthia-Rose as Chloe drags her toward the door.

"I hate to break it to you, Chloe," Aubrey says, even though she really doesn't, "But hair color aside, you would be Bubbles and I would be Blossom."

"That's fine," Chloe says, "That means I'm the cute one and you're the boring one."

Aubrey frowns. "You mean the smart one," she corrects her.

"Oh, isn't that what I said?" Chloe glances back at her, "Oops." Her humor sounds forced, not at all bubbly and teasing like Aubrey is used to, but it still makes Beca laugh.

Aubrey narrows her eyes. "What are you laughing at, Buttercup?"

Beca's face immediately turns serious, and she scowls at Aubrey.

"Beca," Jesse says, stopping them at the door.

Beca pries her arm free from Chloe and walks over to him.

Jesse stares at Aubrey and Chloe for a moment before looking down at her. "Hey, be safe." He kisses her lips, looking at Aubrey and Chloe again as he does so.

Beca pulls back after a few seconds and nods. "Yeah, you too." She steps back toward Aubrey and Chloe. "If we're not at the docks in thirty, come look for us."

Nikki leans against the wall and watches the four of them with raised eyebrows.

"We need to go," Chloe says and shoves the door open with way more force than necessary.

Aubrey follows Chloe outside, Beca trailing behind them. They just need to round everyone else up and get to the docks – without getting caught by Mills. She wonders how much attention they have attracted from the people they left behind inside the church – especially with Beca's stepmother being one of them. Maybe they should have included her. But Beca didn't seem to hesitate too long before agreeing with the decision not to. She glances at Beca. "Do you want to go back for your stepmom?"

Chloe looks back at both of them and frowns. "Why didn't you bring her with us, Beca?" she asks.

"Aubrey said Bellas and Trebles only," Beca states, "I just had no other choice with Luke."

"Since when do you care what Aubrey says?" Chloe asks. She does have a point. "She's part of your family."

"Since we found my dad dead in a hallway and were nearly shot." Beca rubs her face. "Can you stop with the interrogation? Did you ever stop to think we're leaving behind people from Jesse's family too?"

"I'm sorry." Chloe spins around so she's walking backwards. "I'm just trying to make sure that everyone gets out of here alive, regardless of who they're related to."

Beca lifts her head and plasters on a tight, sarcastic smile. "Well, you've done a great job so far."

Chloe stops walking. "What are you saying, Beca?" she asks, "How was I supposed to know that any of this was going to happen? You two kept everything a secret from me."

"That was Aubrey's idea. I'm just saying that we need to find the rest of our friends and leave!" Beca raises her voice and walks past her. "I didn't even want you here to begin with," she lets slip.

Aubrey freezes.

"Then why did you invite me?" Chloe asks.

Beca stops walking. "I meant that I don't want you here in the middle of all of this," she tries to cover for herself.

Chloe shakes her head. "That's not what you said." She takes a step back. "You said to begin with, which means you didn't want me here for this wedding. So why did you invite me, Beca? To rub it in my face that you were getting married?"

"No!" Beca turns to face them and looks at Aubrey for help. "We don't have time for this."

Aubrey draws in a breath and looks around for the other team of Bellas. "We don't need to split up yet," she tries to change the subject, "We should catch up to Cynthia-Rose."

"Why did you invite me?" Chloe asks again, unnervingly calm, "Because, here I thought, it was because we were still friends."

"We are still friends." Beca runs her fingers through her hair and looks around. "That's why Jesse thought you should be here and be involved."

Aubrey realizes she doesn't know how to be the buffer between them. Usually it's Chloe's job, stepping in between her and Beca. She searches for words, tries to figure out how to break the tension being created by exhaustion and fear.

"Did you know?" Chloe asks, turning to look at Aubrey. "You've been spending all this time with Beca; did you know she didn't invite us?"

Aubrey's throat goes dry.

Chloe takes a step away from her. "You did," she says thickly, "You knew that Beca didn't want me here."

"Don't blame her," Beca says. "I told her when I was yelling at her, and I forced her not to tell you."

Aubrey tries to look unaffected by the blatant lie. She had been the one who threatened Beca into not telling Chloe sooner.

"You forced Aubrey not to do something?" Chloe gives a tearful, incredulous laugh. "How stupid do you guys think I am? Whenever either of you try to cover something up, you act like I haven't known you for years." She rubs her eyes. "Why do you think Jesse invited me?" she asks.

"Because he knows we're still friends, and he's a nice guy," Beca answers.

"So, not to rub it in my face that he's marrying you?" Chloe asks, letting her hand rests on her eyes.

"No," Beca says, "Dude, he wouldn't do that."

"You are the stupid one," Chloe whispers.

Beca opens her mouth to speak then shuts it again and takes a few breaths, presumably pausing to think first. "You know, he's not a bad guy, Chloe…"

"I'm joining the other group," Chloe announces and wraps her arms around herself. "Aubrey, let's go. We can switch out with two of the other girls." She turns and starts walking down the path, picking up the pace after every few steps.

They don't have time to argue, and Aubrey is done with their petty fights. Defending Beca isn't worth destroying the effort that she and Chloe have put into their relationship, and Chloe is right. She doesn't find it very likely that Beca's fiancé would invite her ex to their wedding just to be a kind person. She quickly walks after her, trying to keep up.

"Guys, come on!" Beca calls then jogs after them. She breaks into a sprint once she passes Aubrey and runs around Chloe, stopping in front of her. She holds out her hand when Chloe tries to walk around her. "Look, I already chased down Aubrey last night, and I am really not in the right shape for this."

Chloe slows down and walks past her hand, purposely bumping it with her arm.

"It's not that I don't want you here." Beca follows a few steps behind her. "I do; I want you here. Just not in the middle of all of this. I just didn't want to invite you, because I thought it would hurt you."

"Well, you were right." Chloe looks forward as she walks. "It did hurt me. It does hurt me."

"Back in the church, you basically just told me and Aubrey that we need to get over ourselves and move past things," Beca says, "Maybe the same goes for us, Chloe. Maybe it's time to just get over it and move on. You're with Aubrey, I'm with Jesse, and it's okay."

"I can't move on." Chloe stops again and looks past Beca, into the trees. "I don't want to move on."

"That's not healthy," Beca says, giving her a sympathetic frown.

"No, you know what's not healthy?" Chloe asks, "Going back to someone, because you're scared of feelings. I fucking love you, Beca. And you can blame leaving on Aubrey all you want, and keep telling yourself all of the excuses you've told me, but we all three know that the truth is that we love you and that scares you, and it scares you that you love us, too."

Beca rubs her face and shakes her head. "That's not why I left."

Chloe sniffles and wipes at her face. "Then tell me you don't love me," she insists, "You never said it."

"Dude, why do you want me to say that to you?" Beca asks.

"So, then I can move on," Chloe answers, and Aubrey knows she's lying. It's going to take more than just four words to get Chloe past Beca.

Beca draws in a breath and lifts her head. "Chloe, I don't…" Her words trail off into a groan and she starts rubbing her face again, shaking her head. She puffs out her cheeks as she exhales and turns her back to them.

Aubrey finds herself silently imploring Beca not to say it. Not here. Not now. Not in the middle of all of this.

"Say it," Chloe urges her.

"The problem is you're crying," Beca says, "I don't want to hurt you."

Chloe scoffs. "No, the problem is, you're a coward." She tries to wipe the never-ending trail of tears from her face. "You're already hurting me, so say it, Beca. It's four words. If they're true, say it. Right now. Tell me the truth."

"It doesn't matter what I feel!" Beca shouts, spinning back around, "I'm getting married."

Chloe shrugs. "Then say it." She wipes her face again then places her hands on her hips. "Right here, right now, say you're not in love with me. I need to hear it."

Aubrey stares at Chloe, watching the hope she's somehow held onto for the past two years flood out of her, taking her light with it. She tears her gaze away and locks eyes with Beca, exhaustion from the situation replacing anything she could possibly feel. She just can't for the life of her figure out how Beca could leave Chloe behind for Jesse. She could never leave Chloe behind for anyone – not even for her father.

"You don't get to phone a friend; Aubrey can't say it for you," Chloe snaps, drawing Beca's gaze back to herself. "Tell me."

Beca bounces on her heels and looks away from both of them, glancing around the forest as she starts to blink away tears and stifle silent sobs.

Aubrey realizes she can't judge Beca for crying, or for whatever she chooses to say. Not after last night. Not after this morning. Not with where all three of them are at right now. She doesn't realize she's crying, too, until she feels tears clinging to her face. She doesn't even know why she's crying. If it's for Chloe. If it's for herself, because she doesn't want to lose her, or because Beca is causing a certain turmoil in her that only Chloe ever manages to cause. She's confusing hatred and not wanting her to go – both thoughts swirling around until she can't pick them apart from each other

Beca swallows hard and looks at Chloe again, making eye contact with her. She shakes her head. "No."