Manhunt (Sequel to Bechloe - Chicago was a mistake)

Chapter 18 - Hope

Beca's POV

I wanted to hold onto the hope that they'd found where I was and they were coming back to get me. I really wanted to believe they were going to save me, I did. I had spent so many hours in that dark room. I saw a little sunlight shine through if I were lucky. Maybe she was just waiting for me to give up, again. What she didn't know what that I never had hope. I didn't set everything up so I could get out alive. I did what I did so they'd all be safe. If I were found dead they'd open the envelope and have her put away. Yeah I felt bad for Jesse but he'd be worse off with her. As for everyone else, I knew they'd be upset but if I got to take her down with me it was worth it. I thought briefly about just releasing the stuff in the envelope myself. She'd only get put away from attempted murder and stalking, when she was released she'd probably come after me again. This way I knew my friends, family would be safe.

Yeah a part of me hoped they'd find me this time. The rest of me knew it was better if they didn't. There wasn't a single moment I didn't wish all of this hadn't happened. Things could've been different if I just stopped pushing people away. I just guess I never learned. I wish I'd been able to give her the life I wanted to. A house where they actually experienced all four seasons, unlike where she grew up. Adventure. She wanted to see the world and I wanted to see her smile. Family. Not just the Bellas a family of our own. I didn't really know what I wanted in life until we were in college. One time we all got a little drunk at the Bella house and Aubrey came to visit. For some reason they wanted to talk about their dream families. I told them I didn't know even though I was dating Jesse at the time I never really thought that far ahead. When it got to Chloe I finally knew what I wanted. The way she listed off her perfect future. I was so in love with her and Aubrey knew. She told me later about the way my eyes lit up the more she talked that night.

Something else I realised that night was my favourite colour. Truth be told I wasn't completely decided until then. The others had to guess and when it got to me Chlo yelled out,
"Purple!" The smile on her face, she was so proud I couldn't help but agree. I'd never seen the colour the same way since.

At first Tiffany didn't have any agenda. She seemed to just torture me for the fun of it, now it was different. She wanted information about what I had on her and where it was. Part of me wanted to give in so bad but I couldn't. She tried to keep up the pretence that she didn't believe I had anything against her. If that was the truth she wouldn't have given me the ability to talk. No more duck tape and the food wasn't given to me until afterwards. I knew it had drugs in it, that's why I didn't eat it. It tasted wrong the first time so when she stayed to watch me eat it I waited until she left to spit it out. There was space under the stairs, and plastic bags. I guess even the cruelest of human beings kept theirs. I spat it into one of those and hoped I died before it started to smell. I was so hungry but I couldn't leave myself completely defenceless. I was getting skinner and colder each day but thankfully my shirt wasn't tight. She wouldn't be able to tell, nor would she care.

It must've been days in there. I felt my clothes sticking to my wounds, they hurt every time I attempted to move. I wanted out. There was still no way I would let her know she broke me though. If she got ahold of the case I had against her my friends wouldn't be safe. The final piece of evidence would go to Max in my will. I had a camera facing the front and back doors. Whichever way she dragged me out was on film. Yes the camera would've died but they would save the video. All my assistant had to do was charge them up and there was all the evidence they ever needed. I did have one thing unanswered though, what would happen to my body? Would I ever be found or would they just assume me to be dead. Guess I'd never find out.

Now I just had to wait until my body finally gave up. I had to keep all information from her until then, I could do that, right? I just had to hope remembering what they'd all done for me was enough to keep me strong. Everyone has a breaking point, let's hope she wouldn't get to mine. This for them to have a good life. Chloe, Aubrey, Stacie, Emily, Cynthia-Rose, Flo, Jessica, Ashley, Lilly and Fat Amy. They deserved it, for putting up with me all those years.