Day One: The News
Author: Twi-RangerWords: 1,043Author's Notes: This is a three-shot.Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Day One: The News
Chloe Beale was asleep on her bed, when her phone started ringing. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the time, and it was 4:47 a.m..
"This better be important," she muttered, groggy with sleep. She put the phone against her ear without looking at the caller, after unlocking it and answering it of course.
"Chloe, is Beca with you?"she heard Beca's father ask.
She remembered meeting Beca's father, and he asked the Bella's for their number, in case he needed to contact Beca, but couldn't reach her.
"No, she's not here Mr, Mitchell'" Chloe answered, as she sat up. She was frowning, trying to remember if Beca had told her that she would be out at four in the morning.
"Do you know where she might be? She was supposed to call me. She won't answer her cell. And her roommate told me she never returned to her room," the DJ's father told her frantically.
"I'll ask the other Bella's if they've heard anything," Chloe told him, trying to stay calm for his sake.
"Thank you," he answered.
They hung up. Chloe went to Aubrey's room to ask if she knew where the DJ might be. She also send out a text message to the Bellas, asking if they knew where the brunette might be.
"Aubrey, psst, Audrey wake up," the redhead whispered as she shook her best friend awake.
"What?" the blonde asked, annoyed.
"Have you heard from Beca? Or do you know where she is?" Chloe asked, sitting down on the bed.
"She's probably at home or something," Aubrey answered, half asleep.
"Her father told me she wasn't there. She's not answering her cell. And the Bellas don't know where she is. Aubrey, what if something happened to her?" Chloe asked, worried about her new, anti-social friend.
"She's fine. Have you asked Jesse yet?" Aubrey asked, sitting up. Her redhead friend now had her attention.
They decided to call Jesse, who didn't know where she was.
"Hmph!" Beca shouting, with a rag in her mouth. The rag was kept in her mouth with tape. Her wrists were tied together behind her back, as well as her ankles, also with tape.
She couldn't believe her luck. She was walking home from the station. She was listening to her newest mix, when someone came from behind. They covered her mouth and nose with a chloroformed covered clothe. She got lightheaded and lost consciousness. When she gained consciousness, she was in a trunk of a car.
Beca screamed and cried. She tried to get the tape off her wrists and ankles. Her tears were streaming down her face at a quick rate. The car suddenly stopped, and Beca slammed to the side of the car. She felt the car turn off. She started to shake in fear. The trunk opened, and she tried to move away. She couldn't see her kidnapper. It was dark.
"Shh, it'll be okay. I'll keep you safe," her kidnapper said. She shouted and tried to fight back. He hit her on her head, knocking her out.
"No one has heard from her?" Aubrey asked the Bella's during practice. It was getting late, and no one had heard from or seen Beca. Needless to say, they were getting worried.
"All I know is that she was at her internship," Fat Amy answered, worried for her young friend.
"Where can she be?" Chloe asked, unable to concentrate on practice. No one could. They were all worried.
"Beca's father called the cops, but they said they can't do anything unless she has been missing for twenty-four hours. She's been missing for approximately sixteen. I'm sure, wherever she is, she's fine," Aubrey told the girls.
"Why are you doing this?" Beca asked, tied to a chair. She looked at the guy. He looked about her age. He had blond hair, that was messy. He had bright green eyes. He looked slightly crazy. She knew she had seen him, yet couldn't tell from where. She had been sitting there with him for a few hours.
"I had to have you. You're so pretty, and independent. A girl like you needs someone, and that someone is me," he told her, as she stroked her cheek.
"I-I don't even know you," she said, as she looked at the unfamiliar face.
"I'm in your English class. I sit three seat away from you! How could you not know me!" He shouted, angry.
"Please let me go," she tried, again. He clenched his fists and glared at her. "I won't tell anyone, just please."
"How many times do I have to fuckin' tell you, no!" he shouted, raising his fist.
"I'm sorry," Beca begged, tears streaming down her face. She was scared. She was trembling and trying to get away from him, but the chair prevented her from moving any further.
"How about you show me how sorry you are," he said, as he touched her cheek.
She clinged at the thought of what would happen. He walked up to her and pressed his lips against her. She wished it was all a dream and she will wake up soon.
"It's been a day and no one has seen or heard from Beca. I'm pretty sure something is wrong," Chloe told her best friend.
"I know. I was praying she was being her moody self and didn't want to talk to anyone," Aubrey answered
"We have to call the cop. I don't care if it hasn't been twenty-four hours. She's missing, and this is wasting time," Chloe told the blonde, as she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the police.
Once they got off the phone, they called the Bella's to stay with them for the night. With Beca missing, they feared one of the other members would go missing as well.
Beca stared at the ceiling. Her kidnapper had left, leaving her alone. She was naked, and hurt. Her wrists were taped behind her back. There was blood between her legs. He left a strip of tape over her mouth. Beca wasn't even crying. She was lying there, like a doll. Staring at the ceiling, hoping someone would find her.