Beca's pov

Today was one of the days I took a break from the house. As much as I enjoy my little sanctuary it gets stressful. I've gone inside, only to break down in the door way crying. Why? Who knows. You know that feeling you get when your in a grave yard? Intruding in some way, like you shouldn't be there, your alive, this is a place for the dead. Is that only me? Probably. I'm just weird about these things.

Upon entering the house , I just took it all in, everything was still their, furniture, framed photos, all of it. The things that meant something to the dwellers even if they weren't aware of it. They looked like some weird force had struck everything making the objects upturned, unsettling.

Hardly any dust ...this must have been recent then. These little facts just stabbing at my brain. I placed one foot inside, and heard a growl, or so I think anyway, it could have just Ben me imaging things. It definitely wasn't a creaky floorboard. That was enough, I turned on my heels and attempted to close the door. It refused to. Something was in the way. I picked the item up, not aware that said item would be the one to fully ruin me, not just in the moment, for the year, for maybe even forever. Yes I'm saying decomposing Beca would be restless in her grave because of it. All it was ,was a photo. Anyway proceeding with the story...

I slammed the door shut. Fled from the house, stuffed the photo in my school bag , still not checked out by me , and turned on my motorbike riding off into the sunset la di da di da. A pretty picture yes apart from the fact that I looked like I had just seen a ghost and to be fair, nearly shitting myself .

I got home, ran up the stairs and just sat there looking at my bag for a good hour.

I reached for my phone first, planning to message someone, sort of like moral support in a way.

Chloe

BM- OK I AM BASICALLY SCARED TO DEATH AND I PICKED UP SOMETHING WHILST LOSING MY SHIT . WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO?

A minute passed. I was starting to think she wouldn't reply but she always does, pretty soon anyway, if not I do have plenty of other contacts but Chloe's word is more important .

CB- AWHH, BADASS BECA IS CAPABLE OF FEAR, KAWAIII. WELL YOU SHOULD LOOK AT IT DUH

BM- DON'T TEASE ME NOW RED, BUT DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT'S CUTE. .DO YOU THINK I'M CUTE? ! ANYWAY...I'M TOO SCARED TO DO IT ALONE.

Shit, I sent the cute bit, Omg I'm such a dip shit. Now I'm freaking out even more.

CB- YES BECA YOU'RE REALLY CUTE. NOT JUST WHEN SCARED, LIKE ALL THE TIME XD DO YOU WANNA CHECK THIS THING YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT TOMORROW AT SCHOOL OR WHAT?

What am I getting myself into.

BM- UMM OK, WELL UR SORTA CUTE TOO, I MEAN NOT THAT UR UGLY, UR REALLY PRETTY, BEAUTIFUL EVEN

Jeez clumsy fingers, god dammit.

BM- THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DELETED NOT SENT, APOLOGIES, BUT I REALLY WANNA FIND OUT NOW

Great cover up Mitchell, smooth

CB – DON'T WORRY BABY GIRL ;) DO U WANNA CUM OVER THEN? OR SHOULD I CUM TO URS )

BM- NOT FUNNY CHLO, I'LL CUM XD TO URS, QUICKER THAT WAY

CB – SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID U WANTED A QUICKIE ;)

I didn't even bother to reply. I didn't really know what to reply with. Ever sine Chloe sung that Taylor swift and ed Sheeran song we have naturally become really good friends and her casual flirting with me ( that cause butterflies to form in my stomach, more like everywhere) a perceive to just be a Chloe thing that she does with everyone, not in a slutty way. Chloe's ...not like that . Continuing. ..

For the second time today (different order though ), I grabbed my bag, ran down the stairs, opened the door, closed the door gently, And rode of towards the Beale estate.

...

*knock,knock,knock*

The door is always opened here quickly, I can just imagine one of the Beales sitting peacefully and then someone knocks and it's chaos and people sprinting to the door wanting to be the first to open the door. A little far fetched but yay for imagination.

Her mother opens the door.

" ohh hello Beca, nice to see you again. You here to see Chloe?"

Who else?

" Yes my am. "

" Please just call me Clare darling, no need for such formalities."

"MUMMMMM,IS MY FUCK BUDDY HERE YET?!" yells the redhead making me blush easily . No Chloe's mum does not have ginger hair, perhaps died or maybe Chloe gets it from her father, I've never seen him so I wouldn't know.

" Chloe Elizabeth Beale."

" Sorry mum!" Chloe comes down the stairs giggling. Her mother look at her sternly, but it doesn't last for long, you just can't stay mad at Chloe, cause it Chloe, and she's something else, she's special.

" There's my Lil cutie" She says as she embraces me in a bone crushing hug. The Chloe Hug.

" Hey Chlo. " I stay safe with my words afraid I will say something from the section I have of cheesy and romantic things in my heart.

" OK ma, we're going to go upstairs and fuck, I mean do homework, yeah homework..." Chloe goes of in thought leaving me to face palm and her mother to put on that look again.

Without a word she dragged me up the stairs.

Opening the door to her room she led me inside.

" OK, straight to the point Mitchell, let's look at whatever it is and then you explain how you came to own this item."

" sheesh, forceful are we now?"

" Stop dragging out the inevitable. And Beca dear, I can be way more forceful. " wink, god those winks, she doesn't even know the effect she has on me.

Without another word, I'm not gonna mention the lingering look too much, I opened my bag up and took it out. Moving to sit on her desk chair, I took it out and surveyed it. Chloe moved over to me and sat on my lap to get a better look causing me to stare at her .

" They look so cute together." I looked at the picture again. It depicted two women, mid twenties probably, married by the looks of it, woman on the left had auburn hair, smiling what looked to be an awfully forced smile ,puffy eyes from crying probably , woman on the right had just plain black hair, very creepy aura, one of hands wrapped round the other woman, other hand hiding something behind her back, the background was just as creepy , it's what I had seen this afternoon, the memory causing me to fidget. As I was about to put the photo away, it was making me sick, I dropped it and something came off the back. Chloe picked it up, totes didn't look at her ass when she did.

It was a memory stick. Without hesitation the redhead plugged it in. The file was called 'Last Song'. With a straight face, the beauty that was now back on my lap, clicked on the file and a video started to play. The auburn haired one was sitting in front of the camera on the ripped sofa . Guitar in hand.

" By the time someone sees this it will most definitely be too late. But please don't shy away, it may be too late for me but it isn't for you. Fix our house. Be careful though. It's hard to predict what will happen, you may know a bit after all you had to get inside to get this. Fix the house. But be careful, it's dangerous, if it becomes too much then stop, if you continue there is a high likely hood that you will die, so stop, the occurring's should end sooner or later. My names Anna and this is my last song."

With a sad smile she starts to play and sing.

I can move mountains

I can work a miracle, work a miracle

I'll keep you like an oath

"May nothing but death do us part..."

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

Bury me 'til I confess

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

And I can't get you out of my head

The stench, the stench of summer sex

And CK eternity, oh, hell, yes

Divide me down to the smallest I can be

Put your, put your v-v-venom in me

I can move mountains

I can work a miracle, work a miracle

I'll keep you like an oath

"May nothing but death do us part..."

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

Bury me 'til I confess

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

And I can't get you out of my head

The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb

Is worth two lions, but here I am

And I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams

But they're not quite what they seem

I can move mountains

I can work a miracle, work a miracle

I'll keep you like an oath

"May nothing but death do us part..."

You'll find your way

And may death find you alive

Take me down the line

In Gem City we turned the tide

You'll find your way

And may death find you alive

Take me down the line

In Gem City we turned the tide

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

Bury me 'til I confess

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

And I can't get you out of my head

I can move mountains

I can work a miracle, work a miracle

I'll keep you like an oath

"May nothing but death do us part..."

I can move mountains

I can work a miracle, work a miracle

I'll keep you like an oath

"May nothing but death do us part..."

With one last strum of the guitar she ended the song. In seconds a knife was thrown across the room ,a piercing scream ,and the camera screen to break. Then it turned off.

How did the video get on the memory stick? Did someone else know about this?

Chloe broke my thoughts.

" So we gonna fix it Beca?"

...

Dun dun dunning

I don't even know. This just sorta came to me and I was like why the hell not. It's been a while,I'm sorry,I was on holiday with friends and never had the time, but im here now and yeah.I don't own pitch perfect or any of its characters.

The songs Uma Thurman by fallout boy,it's awesome, and I just love the way it's put sounds awesome.

Sorry for any grammatical, punctuational and general typos or whatever. Nobody's perfect and I'm lazy and never go through the if this chapters short, I'm sorry but tough.

Peace,love yall~~~~wdavidson