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Running To You

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She didn’t know how long she had been running for, but she did know that her lungs hurt like a bitch and her legs were aching.

So close, her breathing grew heavier as she turned the corner, if I could just-

“Fuck!” The girl cried, as she was slammed against the wall. “Ow! Let go of me, you fucking cu-”

“Keep still.” The man grit out as he twisted her arm, “Gimme your hand.”

“Fuck you-” She let out a yelp as he bent her arm back further. “Shit! Okay, OKAY! Stop!”

The police officer clicked the handcuffs over the girl’s wrists as his partner ran out of the alley. “Jesus,” she panted. “You weren’t kidding. She’s fucking fast.”

“Yeah, and a real pain in my ass.” He struggled to turn the girl around as she fought against his grip, before successfully managing to tug the hood off her head.

A brunette teenager glared back at him, her face falling into a sneer as she laid eyes on him. “Fucks sake,” she groaned. “Don’t you have anything better to do, David?”

“It’s Saker to you, Beca. And in answer to your question, I really do.” He crossed his arms. “Now, where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“The stuff you stole from BB’s.”

“BB’s?” Beca stared blankly at him. “Never heard of-”

“Bullshit.” He snapped. “We saw you run out of the store half an hour ago.”

“Wow. So you’re arresting me for running?” She scoffed. “Last time I checked, that wasn’t a crime.”

“Don’t get smart with me.” David sighed. “We saw you running from a store which moments later reported a shoplifter, fitting your description. That doesn’t sound like a coincidence.”

Beca shrugged, “Well, I obviously don’t have the stuff you’re looking for, so you can’t prove shit.”

"Really?" The officer's partner, Izzy, held up a grey backpack, shaking it. “Then this wouldn’t happen to be yours would it? Because I could’ve sworn you ditched it right after you saw me.”

Beca’s eye twitched, “Nope, definitely not mine.”

Izzy smirked. “Then why does it say B. Mitchell on the tag?”

“Crap.” Beca sighed, closing her eyes, as she leant against the wall, “Fucking pig.”

“HEY!” David shook Beca’s shoulder, her eyes shooting back open. “Loose the attitude kid! We have actual jobs to do and we shouldn’t have to waste all morning chasing after our Captain’s kid!”

Beca’s eyes blazed fiercely. “I’m NOT her fucking kid!”

“Yeah, no shit.” David grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her forward, pushing her towards the police car. “Get in,” he commanded, as Izzy opened the door. “And we better not hear a peep from you, or I swear to God they’ll never find your body.”


I almost got away with it.

Beca sighed, as she fidgeted in the back of the squad car. Ten more seconds and I could have done it, she thought to herself bitterly. And why the fuck did I put my name on that bag?

Whatever, She smirked, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window. It'll be worth it to see the look on step-bitches face.

Ah, hell, the smirk vanished. I needed that money. Now I have to wait another month to get out of this shit hole.

The car finally stopped, and she opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that they were not in the police station’s parking lot. The second was that they were in front of an all too familiar driveway.

“The fuck?!” She exclaimed, as her stomach clenched violently. “You took me home?! My dad doesn’t get back from work for hours! Besides, aren’t you supposed to drive me to the station or something? Police protocol and all that?”

David got out the car and opened the back door, fixing Beca with a hard stare. “Yeah well, like your mother, I actually care about your future.”

“That bitch is NOT my fucking mother.” Beca glared back. “So get fucked.”

“Get out.”

“Sure thing, dickhead,”

David reached inside and grabbed Beca’s jacket, dragging her out so they were face to face.

She immediately tried to pull away from him, but ended up being spun around and pressed into the side of the police cruiser, gasping in pain as David forced her cuffed arms above her head.

“OW!” Beca yelled, stilling her movements as pain spiked through her shoulders. “Dude STOP!”

“I’ll stop when you shut the hell up.” David said firmly, tweaking her arm up again. He took her silence as a sign to continue. “Now listen here, you little brat, I’m tired of your punk-ass shit and I know everyone else is too. If It wasn’t for your step-mum then you’d already be in juvie.” 

“Go to hell.” Beca muttered, causing David to twist her entire arm this time, earning a yelp of pain from her.

“I’m not finished.” He said coldly. “I don’t know what lies or self-pitying bullshit you feed yourself to justify your actions, but you need to snap out of it, because it’s hurting your family.”

“They’re not my-”

“Yes, they fucking are.” David whipped her around, pinning her to the car by her collar as he glared at her. “You’ve done absolutely nothing to fucking deserve them, but they are your family. And you messing around with their lives is making them both miserable. And for what? To prove a point?”

Beca narrowed her eyes. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know enough.” David tutted. “The poor girl whose mummy died and daddy left, how tragic.”

Beca’s nostrils flared and she clenched her jaw. “Don’t you ever talk about my mum.”

David nodded. “I won’t as long as you show your new one some respect.”

Beca glared back at him.

“Agreed?” He asked flatly. 


David pushed his arm into Beca’s neck, choking the teenager. “Agreed?” He asked, louder this time.

“Yes! Okay!” She croaked, coughing as David loosened his grip.

He took a step back, fetching Izzy from where she had been waiting in the front seat. They came back around just as Beca had righted herself again.

"What are you waiting for?" Izzy asked, shifting her attention to Beca. "Get moving."

“Really?!” The teenager exclaimed angrily. “You’re just going to let him get away with that?”

Izzy shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t see a thing.”

David failed to keep the smirk off his face as he turned his attention back to Beca. “Now do what she says and start walking. You’ve wasted enough of our time as it is.”

Beca stood her ground, head held high, but then David was behind her, pushing her arms up again.

“Christ! OKAY!”

He eased her arms back down and she began to walk towards the front door, with David forcing her forward and Izzy hovering a few paces behind them. Her glare didn’t waver when they stopped, or when David rapped on the door.

It opened a few seconds later, and Beca’s hostile eyes were immediately directed at the step-monster herself. Sheila let out a heavy sigh. “What now?”

Beca narrowed her eyes. “Tell your minions to leave me the fuck alone,” she growled.

David pushed her arm up again, and she let out a muffled cry. “What did I tell you about showing some goddamn respect?”

Sheila folded her arms. “What did she do?” She asked, her voice weary.

“We caught her stealing some watches from BB’s.” Izzy spoke up, lifting the backpack and shaking it; Beca’s frown intensified as the contents rattled around inside. “And there’s a bottle of Vodka in there too. I’m guessing she got it from that Eltons on fifth.”

Beca’s stepmother shot her a look. “We told you to stop going there.”

“Yeah well I don’t listen to masochistic cocksuckers,” she retorted, preparing herself for the pain; as if on cue, David flexed her arm, and she bit down hard on her lip.

Sheila rubbed her face, looking between the officers. “You’re not going to take her in?”

David shook his head. “Unless you say otherwise, Cap, she’s all yours.”

“Thanks.” Sheila nodded. “I’ll take her.”

Izzy handed Sheila the backpack, and David used a key to undo the cuffs. Beca shrugged out of his hold, wincing as she rubbed her shoulder.

David put his cuffs back in the holster. “See you tomorrow, Captain.” 

Beca glared at the retreating forms of the officers, waiting until they were in the car again, before finally facing her step-witch. “Now that’s over I’m getting out of here.”

“No, you’re not.” Sheila moved from blocking Beca’s entrance to the house. “Get inside. Now.”

“Fuck you.”

“Just say the word, Beca.” Sheila took the walkie talkie out of her back pocket. “I can get David back here in seconds.”

Beca glanced back at the police car; the officers were still there, and they didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. “Fine,” she fumed, stalking back inside, causing the front door to close behind her. “Then I’m going upstairs.”

Sheila caught Beca’s arm as she tried to stalk past her and dragged her into the living room. 

“What the hell, dude?!” Beca snapped. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Her step-mother kept a blank face, despite Beca’s outburst. “Sit down.” 

“Fuck off.”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I would have David re-arrest you.”

Beca rolled her eyes, but slumped onto the couch nonetheless.

Sheila unzipped the backpack and tipped the contents onto the small table in front of the couch. The bottle of Vodka came tumbling out first, followed by the watches. Another shake and her headphones, a half empty packs of cigarettes, lighter, and a burner phone, fell out.

Sheila looked over it all quickly, then picked up the headphones. “Truthfully, you’re probably one of the smartest kids I’ve ever met,” she started.

“Good to know. You should buy me a medal.”

“Maybe if you could go a week without getting busted, I would.” She shook her head, “Which is why I’m actually a little disappointed that this is the best you came up with.”

With that, she tucked her finger underneath the padded part of the headphones and plucked a Ziploc baggie out of the concealed hiding space, doing the same to both sides.

“Dude!” Beca yelled. “Don’t touch my shit!”

Sheila ignored her, as she opened one of the baggies of weed and sniffed it quickly. “Jesus,” she muttered, looking back at her step-daughter. “You know how your father feels about this stuff.”

“Newsflash, I don’t care.” Beca rolled her eyes. “Now if you’re done lecturing me, can I go to my fucking room?”

Sheila dropped the baggie onto the table, placing the headphones back down beside it. “Why did you steal the watches Beca? God knows you wouldn’t use them to show up to your classes on time.”

“Har har.” 

“I’m not kidding.” She folded her arms. “This is the second time this week! If David hadn’t been the one to catch you, then you would be looking at actual jail time.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Beca scoffed, leaning back into the couch. “I would still be here, looking at your fucking face.”

“I’m serious, Beca.”

“So am I.” She smirked. “You underestimate what the guys at the station are willing to do for you.”

“Is that what you want then?” Sheila asked. “To be sent to the lockup the next time you’re arrested? Have a criminal offence put on your permanent record?”

Beca shrugged, “Do your worst, I don’t give a shit.”

“That’s not true and you know it.” She sighed. “I want to help you Beca. If you could just let me-”

“I don’t WANT your fucking help!” She yelled. “You’re not my mum!” 

Sheila looked at her warily. “I know that. I’m not trying to replace her.”

“Good to know.” Beca sneered. “So can I go to my room now or do you have something else to fucking say?”

Sheila looked at her, chewing her lip silently. She sighed after a few seconds. “Fine. Just go,” she said, waving her hand weakly. “Your father can deal with you when he gets back.”

“Great,” she seethed, getting up. She reached forward and snatched her headphones from the table.

“Beca, put that-”

“Piss off.” She spun on her heel and walked away, stomping up the stairs to her room and slamming the door.

Fucking bitch. Beca sighed, running a hand through her hair. Okay, if I don’t leave soon, I’ll be late for my shift. Rolling her eyes, she reached under her desk and grabbed another lighter and pack of cigarettes that were stuck to the bottom with tape. Like I wouldn’t have more.

She walked over to her window and flipped the latch up before pulling it all the way open.