Chloe Beale is head of cardiac surgery at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. She is one of the best and most requested surgeons in Seattle.
She worked hard for that dream to come true.
One day a girl with massive injuries is brought into the ER. Someho...
"What the hell", I snapped, "I don't even know what's happened to you. You are not the bubbly, joyful peds surgeon I used to know. You're a psycho and a stalker", I said and turned around to walk away. I was expecting the blonde to pull me back again but this time she didn't. She just stood there and watched me walk away.
When I finally reached my parking car I got in and drove back home, hoping to hear from Beca.
Hours passed and it started to get dark outside and I still hadn't heard anything from my girl so I decided to leave her a message:
Me: Hey Becs, I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you earlier. Please call me when you get this 10:03pm
When she didn't call within the next hour I decided to go and check on her as I started to become worried.
The door was open. I felt free to walk in and up the stairs where Beca lived. I knocked on the door of her apartment.
Once. No reaction. Twice. No reaction. When I knocked a third time I heard someone coming up the stairs.
"Miss? It's 11pm, what are you doing?", the deep voice of an old man echoed through the building.
"Oh I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to wake anybody. I'm Chloe Beale and I'm the gi...I'm a friend of Beca Mitchell. Do you know where she is?", I asked politely and when he heard the name of Beca he shook his head.
"I saw her leaving with a huge backpack. I don't think she is far though. Maybe you can find her where she works", he explained and rubbed his eyes. I was so confused. Why would she be leaving with a backpack?
"And where does she work, sir?", I wanted to know from him.
"Jerry's Pub", the man replied coldly and waddled back down the stairs to his apartment.
"Thanks and sorry for disturbing", I thanked him and apologized.
Jerry's Pub wasn't far from Beca's place. I entered the door and a clanking noise sounded.
This bar looked like one of those lost places. It was dusty and not a single soul there.
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Except a man with his head resting on the counter and a drink next to him. He looked homeless.
And there was Beca. She was busy doing the dishes behind the counter and didn't notice me coming. "Bec", I pointed out. She winced and looked up, "Explain."
"How did you know I was working here?", the brunette wondered.
"A guy at your's told me you had left with a backpack and would probably be here", I let her know and sat down on one of the bar stools.
"This afternoon was too much, Chlo", my girlfriend opened up.
"Yes I get that but that doesn't mean you have to ignore my messages. I was concerned about you", I told her calmly, "why would you be leaving with a backpack anyways?"
The girl behind the counter inhaled and I noticed how she was phrasing the sentence in her head she was about to say next:"I moved out. Rent is due friday and I don't have the money. They would have kicked my out, so I decided to move out myself. I asked my boss and he said I could sleep her until I have found something else."
"Are you serious?", her words hurt me, "I offered you a million times to just stay at mine and you prefer sleeping here in this...shit hole? And you don't even tell me about it?"
"I'm sorry babe. I really don't wanna be a burden"
"You could never be a burden. I'd love for you to move in with me", I made clear and leaned forward to kiss her
A moment of silence filled the room.
"Okay...I'm coming with you", the stubborn shorty gave in, "but I have to close the bar first."
"How much do you earn?", I asked curiously.
"Well...if I'm lucky 200 bucks a month", she expressed and my jaw dropped.
