Running Away.

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Beca's Pov:

It was Chloe.

"H...hi Ch...Chlo..." I replied awkwardly.

"Whatcha doin?" She whispered, putting her hands on my waist.

"Ch...Chloe w...we are b-both drunk r-right now and--" I got interrupted by Chloe again.

"Mmm baby I know you want me." She said seductively.

I held my breath trying not to moan. She was so good at being sexy and making people want her... Whatever gender.

I kept silent.

"Come on baby..." She said again, now sliding her hands up my shirt.

"Ch...Chloe I-I'm straight..." I tried to tell her.

"So is spaghetti until it's wet." Chloe replied, undoing my bra.

"No, Chloe. We can't... I can't..." I said, tears filling my eyes.

I did my bra up and began walking off, tears sliding down my cheeks. I basically ran as fast as I could out of the building and to my dad.

I climbed into the car and we began driving. "What's wrong honey?" My dad asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I replied. We finally got home and I went into my room and locked the door. I fell onto my bed and began crying. I cried for what seemed like hours. About many things. About rejecting Chloe. About what happened with Jesse. About not talking to the girls or Aubrey about it. About not telling dad what happened.

The next day.

Well, it's done. I'm never going to prom again. I'm going to try and avoid Jesse and Chloe today. I'm going to tell Aubrey what happened.

I finally arrived at school and immediately saw Chloe, Aubrey, Fat Amy and Jesse altogether talking. Aubrey called me over, but I walked in a separate direction.

"Beca, come here." Amy called, but I ignored her.

I walked off with tears in my eyes again. The bell rang and I headed straight to class. I had to sit in the middle of Aubrey and Jesse. Shit.

"Hey Beca!" Aubrey said, hugging me.

"Hey Aubrey..." I replied, keeping my head down.

I felt a warm hand touch my thigh.

"Hi Becs, later after school I'm gunna have some fun with you." Jesse whispered, squeezing my thigh hard.

My eyes widened.

"Mr Davies, can I have another seating plan?" I asked the teacher.

"Yes Beca, who do you want to swap with?" Mr Davies asked.

"Um, Chloe please... I want to sit by Amy..." I replied.

"Oh, okay, Chloe, may you swap with Beca?" He asked.

Chloe nodded.

I grabbed my backpack and sat by Amy with my head down.

"Becs, what's wrong?" Amy asked.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit," Amy started, "I know something is wrong."

I sighed. "Fine... Yesterday at prom, Jesse pinned me to the lockers and said really gross, dirty stuff to me... And... Ch-Chloe tried to... You know..." I trailed off. I looked over to see Amy's mouth open and her eyes wide. I put my head down again, playing with my fingers.

"Why the hell didn't you tell anyone?" Amy asked.

I just shook my head. She put her hand on my shoulder. She smiled and I smiled back. The bell rang and I quickly walked off. It was the end of the day, and I wanted to get out before Jesse did. I turned around to see Jesse running after me.

"Get away from me Jesse! What do you want from me?!" I shouted. He ignored me and ran faster. Sweat was dripping down my face as I tried to run out of the school. I ran past Amy, I ran past Aubrey, I ran past Chloe and I ran past Stephanie.

They all saw me and then Jesse. I mouthed 'Help Me' but they didn't understand... And then I ran out of breath. I had just gotten to the Janitors closet and I leant against the door. It was unlocked but I was too weak to open it.

And then I saw Jesse. He had a dirty smirk placed on his face and I could see him carrying a small knife. I whimpered and tears fell down my face. He began to walk towards me. I tried to get away, but he held the knife to my neck.

"You talk, you cry, you scream, you shout, you make ANY sound this knife goes to your neck, okay?" He said, annoyed.

I nodded my head. He began to dig the knife into my thigh, making me moan inside my mouth. He laughed and did the same to the other thigh. He then grabbed my arm and put three cuts in my arms.

"Now you are going to come into the bus line tomorrow, make out with me in front of Chloe, and if you don't... You don't want to know." He demanded.
I nodded my head and he finally let me go. I dropped to the floor and cried. Finally, someone came and saw me. I could hear them gasp, and I looked up. I was shocked to see Amy standing there, her face as if she had seen a ghost. I shook my head and began to walk away, blood running down my arms and legs.

"What did he do to you, Beca?" Amy asked. I kept silent. "Beca, what. Did. He. Do. To. You?" Amy said a little bit louder this time.

"I can't tell you..." I said, walking off, covering my cuts.

"Beca, stop! Wait! I'll tell Chloe!" Amy said. I froze in my tracks. I began to cry hard.

"D-d-don't...t-tell Ch...Chloe." I tried to say. I sobbed and began to walk home. And that's when I realised. My dad. What is he going to say? I had no other choice but to ring... Chloe Beale.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 05, 2018 ⏰

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