Dirty Little Secret

40.

A/N i cried when i wrote this

Beca's POV
Its been a day and a half and I'm praying to God that soon Chloe will find me. She's bound to be wondering where i am, everyone else should too. I've been fed with half a corned beef sandwich and 3 grapes, I'm gagging for some water and just to be able to move. My hands and feet are bound and i have my legs tucked up to my chest, still in my prom suit. For some unknown reason, he brought me some new shoes, a pair of white Converse - i still don't know why. This morning he is pacing back and forth, back and forth, typing on his phone, the gun still limp in his hand.

"C-can i ask you something?" i stammered, he hummed a yes, "how can you be in love with someone when you've never had a proper relationship with them?" It was an excellent way to put my foot in it, but the silence was killing me.

"She's the one, i just know it," he said, not tearing his eyes from his phone.

"If she was the one, she would love you back," i said, "and she doesn't, cos she loves me," his eyes met mine and he scowled.

"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth. She loves me, i know she does"

"You obviously don't know that much then..." i mumbled.

"Its your fault that she doesn't love me! She could love me, if it wasn't for you!" He yelled, i rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah, cos thats my fault, as if she purposely doesn't choose you to be in love with you," i said sarcastically and tutted. He stayed quiet, "i get why you're jealous," i started, "she's amazing, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is"

"Funny, witty, cute and so so beautiful," i muttered to myself, glancing down at my fingers that i played with.

"Im not jealous of you..." he said, "I'm pissed off that someone like you gets all she wants" he pointed the gun aimlessly at me, i swallowed hard.

"You have no idea then do you? Ive been picked on since i was 13 about my sexuality, even my dad wanted nothing to do with me for the first, like, 2 years. I had to get by on my own, with only my sister and on rare occasions with my mom being there for me...Chloe is the only relationship that I've ever wanted to be in. Ive never been in love before until now. Sure, i get the ladies, but none of those compare to Chloe," i explained, swallowing back the lump in my throat.

"Exactly, you get all the ladies and now you got Chloe, the best girl in the world"

"So you think that getting rid of me, will get you closer to Chloe?" I asked rhetorically, "first you'll go to jail and secondly, why would she want someone who killed her girlfriend?"

"Shut up! She will want me!" He grumbled, pointing the gun at me again, "stop talking, i don't wanna hear another word from you" and with that he punched the wall above me, screaming in pain.

"I've never shot this gun before," he smirked, "i have no idea what it does, it might kill you instantly, or it might release a poison into your blood that kills you slowly" he inspected it with a smug grin, "you ruined my life, and took away the one thing i thought i could hold onto..." he sighed and came to crouch down in front of me, shaking this gun in his hand, "when you're gone, all of my problems will disappear," he chuckled and grazed the barrel of the gun down my head, where small beads of sweat followed it, it came to my chin and he pressed in hard making me gulp, my stomach filling with butterflies and my life flashed before my eyes, I thought that was just a myth, i thought people said it cos what else can you say about that brush with death you had? But for real, it flashed.

"Like i said before..." i whispered, "do you think Chloe will want you anymore when you pop me off?" His face fell...thats when i heard a siren. No, a few sirens. I went to scream but his hand clasped over my mouth and pressed my head against the wall, that was when my confidence shattered and the tears broke free, spilling relentlessly down my cheeks and onto his hand.