Beca's POV

The first time Beca woke up it was to Aubrey caressing her check before planting a kiss on her forehead. She vaguely heard something about going for a run before she drifted back into the sweet release of sleep.

When Beca woke up again was to the soft tentative knock on the door from Chloe. She tried to muster up a smile to greet Chloe with but with all the weariness of the last night Beca thought that it probably came out more like a grimace.

"The police are here Becs. They need to talk to you." Yeah no Beca wasn't going to do that. She wasn't going to talk to anyone about what happened between her and Luke. She was going to put a nice mental brick wall between then and now.

"Tell them to go away."

"Becs" the words came out in what was basically a hopeless whisper on Chloe's part.

"I'm serious Chloe. Make them go away."

"You need to talk to them Becs."

"Actually no I don't" Beca rolled over onto her side to face the wall and she waited for Chloe to get the hint. Eventually in what was probably under a minute but in all honesty felt like ten she did and Beca heard her footsteps getting fainter as she walked back down the hall and turned the corner to the kitchen.

"Beca" so Chloe hadn't given up she had simply passed the task over to Aubrey, who Beca would admit she had a much harder time saying no to. But Beca wasn't going to budge on this. She wasn't going to talk about what happened. It would destroy her. Better to forget about it.

"Beca, I'm sorry but you really do have to talk to them" Beca didn't even bother moving or rolling away from the wall to answer Aubrey. Looking at her would make it harder to say no.

"Actually like I told Chloe I don't"

"Beca if you don't talk to them they are going to have to let Luke go" that was enough to make Beca turn away from the wall and face Aubrey once more.

"What!"

"If you don't talk to the police Beca they will have no choice but to let him go"

"But the evidence and the photos and the kit?"

"All of that is useless Beca unless they have a statement. I'm really sorry" Beca really really didn't want to talk to the police but the day Luke Morgan walked the streets would be the day Beca would kill herself. She wasn't ever going go back there. Back with him. Talking about it however had the potential to destroy her. She had survived those 341 days by blocking it out. By not thinking. Now Aubrey was telling her she had to talk about it lest it happen again.

"Fine. I'll talk to them but it'll have to be alone" Beca might be forced to talk to the police about what happened but she sure as hell wasn't going to drag Aubrey down that hell hole with her.

"What! Why?"

"Alone or not at all. You decide"

"If you really want to do it alone Becs that's okay but you don't have to. I promise you Beca you don't have to be alone. Not anymore"

"Alone" a soft sigh escaped from Aubrey but other than that her face or posture betrayed no other signs of being affected by that statement.

"Okay Becs okay. The police are just in the living room. I'll go tell them you're on your way." And with an effortless pivot Aubrey spun back around and started walking to the door.

"Bree"

"Yes Beca?"

"I love you"

"I love you too Becs so much" Why Aubrey still loved her after everything she had put her through Beca had no idea. How Aubrey could still love her even now when she felt so broken, she didn't understand but god did she love Aubrey. She felt selfish though for allowing Aubrey to love a broken mess like her. But Aubrey was what kept her going while Luke had her and she didn't really want to experience getting through the trauma without the blonde.

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When Beca walked into the living room she was greeted with 4 pairs of eyes. Two police officers where conversing with Aubrey and Chloe but by the looks of things it was only stopped from turning into an argument by Beca entering into the room.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Beca these are Detectives Marshall and Fields they are here to take your statement"

"Okay"

"Chloe and I will be in our rooms but we'll be here in a second if you need us okay. Just yell if you need us."

"Okay" Neither of the detectives said a word until the soft sound of door closing reached the living room. Both detectives turned to Beca with similar pitying expressions of their faces before the shorter female gestured to the couch and started to speak.

"So Beca as your friends told you I am Detective Fields and this is my partner in crime" the detective allowed a soft laugh to escape. It was clear that she was trying to ease the tension that filled the room. "Detective Marshal. We are here to take you statement of the events leading to the police locating you in the woods two days ago"

"Like what?"

"We need to know everything Rebecca. Everything that happened from the day you were last seen and two days ago."

"Oh"

"We are sorry. We need your statement so that we can prosecute the person responsible to the full extent of the law." Beca didn't really know how to respond to that. How do you tell complete strangers all the things that had transpired in that room? How do you tell them that sometimes you closed your eyes and hoped to never open them up again? How? How do you tell them that you feel like you have been irreparably shattered and feel like you will never recover? How do you tell them that the person that did this to you was a person you trusted? How do you tell them it was a friend? How? She guessed you started from the beginning.

"The day Luke got me. It was Luke. Luke Morgan."

"Your boss from WB…"

"Yeah he was my boss. The day he took me it was Aubrey and mine's six month anniversary and I had booked us a table at this really fancy restaurant that Bree really wanted to go and I was excited. So when my shift ended at the station and it was raining and I had to walk to my dorm I was upset you know? But anyway I started walking and I don't think it was even five minutes before I was soaked to the bone so when Luke drove up next to me it was a relief really. When he offered me a ride home well I was ecstatic really but I got in his car and next thing I know I was in that room. That stupid stupid room." Beca had to stop talking to gather herself before she burst into tears in front of complete strangers. Crying was bad enough. Crying in front of people? Well Luke had taught her what happened when she cried and better safe than sorry. The detectives seem to notice that she wasn't going to continue so Detective Marshal spoke up

"You got in his car?"

"Yeah I did." Suddenly she felt an emotion other than sadness and fear for the first time since she escaped. "Doesn't mean I wanted what happened to happen. He was my friend why wouldn't I get in his car? It was raining for fucks sake."

"I apologise Rebecca that came out incorrectly. I was simply enquiring so that we have all the facts. So, that nothing catches us by surprise in trial. If this goes to trial" It was at this point that Detective Fields seemed to decide it was up to her to get the conversation back on track.

"So Rebecca what happened to you in that room?"

"Nothing much. He just raped me. Over and over again he raped me. Happy?"

"I'm sorry but we are going to need more information than that"

"Fine. I woke up in that room and it was cold and I was confused and I had no idea what was going on. I was tied up and I was getting more scared by the minute so when Luke walked in there was a minute that I thought that he was there to save me that the nightmare was over as fast as it begun but it wasn't. He told me he rescued me. That he loved me and I loved him. I told him he was crazy but all that did was make him angry. I learnt pretty early to avoid making Luke angry at all costs. But I don't know, he thought I loved him and he loved me so I guess he thought I owed him sex? I don't really know but he raped me constantly. Daily. Multiple times a day sometimes." The memories where flooding Beca's head. Coming and coming and coming. Overlapping each other in their haste to make themselves seen. Beca could feel the terror building up inside her body. That primal terror and the urge to flee. Her muscles were tensing up and she could hear her breaths coming out in gasps. Could feel her heart hammering in her chest. " Is that enough? Are you satisfied? Can I stop talking about it now?"

"How did you get the scars?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does"

"Luke is creative. Really creative. And he got upset a lot? What more can I say?" She could hear herself speaking but it was as if it was coming from a great distance away. She felt like she was floating. Observing the scene in the living room like an invisible ghost. She could practically see herself sitting on the couch.

"What about the ones on your wrists?"

"He kept me handcuffed."

"Your ankles?"

"Rope burn. He had my legs tied as well. I could barely move." Once again she felt tears brimming on her eyelids. Beca didn't know how much longer she could keep going before breaking down. Didn't the detectives understand that she didn't want to talk about it? Detective Fields seem to notice this as she nodded her head and stood up. She went to rest her hand against Beca's shoulder but seemed to think better of it.

"That's enough for now Rebecca. We will be getting out of your hair. I am truly sorry this happened to you."

"Same here Rebecca, Luke doesn't know what's about to hit him" Detective Marshall's voice was gruff but oddly caring. Beca couldn't help thinking that he truly cared.

"We'll see ourselves out. Take care Rebecca." When the front door closed it happened. The tears burst forth from her eyes like water from a dam, spilling down her face. The muscles of her chin trembled like a small child and she forced herself to look toward the window. Hoping that the light would soothe her. The was no light in the room. Just darkness so maybe just maybe the light in this one would save her. It didn't. There is static in Beca's head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress that she lived with from the moment she woke up in that room. She could hear herself, hear the sounds coming out of her mouth, Sounds like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of Beca that she didn't even know she had left to give.

AN: Congratulate me I got this chapter up way faster than the last one. Probably because I wrote most of this one while I was stuck on the last one but still. Anyway I gave you guys some Beca angst this chapter. Sorry not sorry. There will be more angst but happy ending I promise. Also I'm not going to screw around with the Mitchsen don't worry about that. No death. No breakup. Nothing like that. Some good old fashioned angst yes but they love each other so much so no relationship angst. I got off topic I apologise. What I wanted to say was that I proof read and edited this chapter as much as I could. I know that it most likely still has grammatical problems and I apologise for that but I am only one person. Anyway please review. Give me some feedback *puppy eyes*

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