Author: MoiraShipper
Resume: What led Aubrey to become so obsessed with control? Slightly inspired by the anime Paradise Kiss.
My first PP I hope you like it. All mistakes are mine. Reviews please.
Ultraviolence
Chapter 1
Loving him was never enough
With his ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Lana Del Rey-Ultraviolence
When she was 7 years old, Aubrey Posen came home happy to have received one of the highest scores in the math class. Her blond pigtails swayed as she raced to her father's office with her test.
She stopped at the door and knocked, knowing the rules: never bother daddy when he was at home resting. He was an admiral and had several rules.
"Come in, Aubrey."
She came in, going to her father's chair and kissed his cheek, handing him the test and sitting in the other chair, excited. But her father didn't smile as he examined his daughter's test.
"Nine? You could have gotten the highest score if you spent less time playing with your dolls and more time studying harder, this is the best school in town! Remember, if at first you don't succeed, pack your bags."
Aubrey's blue eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip to keep from crying, and also because she felt like if she opened her mouth, she would throw up. She knew that if she disappointed him again, he would send her to live with her grandparents. Admiral Posen didn't like failures.
So she took a deep breath, nodded in agreement and stood with her father, who placed a hand on her face, stroking her cheek gently, that was the only affection he'd display and he said:
"Now go study."
"Ok Daddy."
A few years later and she was 17 years old, it was time for the college applications and Aubrey realized that she needed extra-curricular activities to be accepted at Yale or Barden. They were the only colleges her father thought were good, and since that day in her father's office at the age of 7, Aubrey had left her dolls on the shelves to focus on being 100% her father's perfect daughter.
She'd only go to parties that she knew would end early, as she had a list of study schedules to follow, was from the cheerleaders team, tutoring, powder puff girls and debate. She wasn't considered a nerd, but she didn't walk with the popular girls, who went out every night and would ask for the nerds to help them in the tests. Although she was pretty, she was considered daddy's lil daughter, obsessed and controlling, by her friends. The only one who understood her was her friend Chloe, who knew her father.
"Why don't you join the Acapella group, Bree?" Chloe suggested, while the two drank cappuccino in a coffee shop near the school. They were there analyzing the demands of the colleges they wanted to apply.
"Acapella, Chloe?" Aubrey asked, wrinkling her nose. "I don't think singing a lot of Church songs will help me get into college, and, I've never sang."
"But your voice is beautiful, and we're also singing various Divas songs to perform in New York, which will boost your chances to get into the colleges you want."
And that's how Aubrey Posen discovered that not only did she have a beautiful voice, but she loved to sing, joining the school's Acapella group and winning several awards, which seemed to satisfy her father, even though he didn't think singing was something useful for her life. But for the first time in years, she did something she liked and felt free, having singing and piano lessons outside of school too.
The year passed and soon the seniors began to receive their first letters of admission from colleges. Aubrey had been studying non-stop to keep top grades at the same time that she was nervous about the delay of the letters. Then, a week later, the first letter arrived.
"So, Aubrey, from what college is this letter?"
"Yale, dad." The young woman replied with a confident smile that she always showed, although inside she was struggling to stay controlled and, sweating cold.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the envelope and her lips trembled as she saw what it said: She hadn't been accepted. Her stomach started to turn and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it, so she dropped the paper on her chair and ran to the garbage in the office, vomiting.
Aubrey crouched down, resting her hands on her knees and took a deep breath as her father approached, his expression of disappointment. The blonde recovered, wiping her mouth and pulling her hair away, devastated with herself like 10 years ago. The Admiral put his hands on her shoulders and shook her, staring at her seriously:
"Yale, Aubrey, you've spent 10 years in the best and most expensive schools in the area with the goal of entering in a renowned college, and you came to me with a rejection, what have you been doing for the entire semester, just singing?"
Aubrey never thought she'd feel such disappointment like that, to be rejected by Yale. She knew she still had Barden, but the way her father talked was like throwing away all her years of hard studying which more than ever made her wish she was already in college to succeed in something she liked and show to her father that she would succeed yes and thus, live away from his violent pressure. She herself was already manic for control and stressed, without having him to increase all that.
"Remember what I told you, Aubrey?"
"If at first you don't succeed, pack your bags." She replied mechanically. She already knew the speech very well.
"Barden, Aubrey. For your own good, I hope you'll be accepted, do you hear me?" The Admiral said, squeezing her shoulders harder and Aubrey nodded quickly, before he kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Aubrey, study more and don't stay up late rehearsing that Acapella thing."
"But dad, we're getting ready to sing in New York." She said and her father frowned. "It's a great opportunity to increase my curriculum."
"Okay, but I better see a letter of admission from Barden."
And the Admiral left for a meeting, leaving Aubrey alone in the office, still feeling the strong grip on her shoulders and the shaking, before raising her head and also leaving the room, determined.
And three years later, it was her last year at Barden College, and was leader of the Acapella Barden Bellas. Upon entering college, she had no longer suffered from her father's pressure, but that didn't mean that she herself didn't demand more from herself to succeed at everything.
"Aubreyyy, what boring, estrogen-filled set you Bellas intend to show at the Lincoln Center?" Bumper asked sarcastically.
Aubrey rolled her eyes at her classmate and rival. Since her 'vomit' last year, Aubrey had been struggling to redeem herself, taking the Bellas to Lincoln Center, and now that they had got the chance, there was a lot of pressure to make the performance spectacular since it was the finals and they had received a second chance.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Aubrey replied, folding her hands over the table and looking calmly forward.
"I bet there's going to have another vomit, I heard the treblemakers are even buying raincoats this time." The blonde closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, when to her surprise someone came to her rescue:
"Stop it, Bumper, leave her alone." Jesse, the new member of the treblemakers and now main singer since Bumper's exit said, defending her.
Aubrey turned to him in surprise and he offered her a small smile. She thought Jesse didn't like her because the way she had treated Beca, but here he was, from the rival group, defending her and being nice. The boy was in an advanced calculus class with her, but they had never spoken.
As the teacher separated the tests, Jesse rose from his desk and sat behind Aubrey, deciding to take a chance and talk to the blonde despite their bad start, where the only time they'd had contact with each other had been when she had accused Beca of being sleeping with him, violating the code of the Bellas.
The times he had observed her, he had realized that despite her controlling manner and being bossy, she wasn't a bad person, she loved singing to the point of turning her life around the Bellas and always helped her friend Chloe with calculus.
"So, Aubrey, are you excited about the result of the test?" The boy asked, leaning over his desk to get his face closer to hers and realized how good she smelled. But soon he tried to divert those thoughts from his head, since his fight with Beca had been recent.
"No." She said, still looking forward.
As much as she had liked that he had defended her, she was faithful to her oath by preventing relations with the treblemakers.
Jesse sighed, scratching his head and then settled on his desk when the teacher began to hand over the tests. The test had been quite difficult, many made faces when they saw their scores. Chloe had taken a B- and thanked Aubrey and Jesse smiled upon receiving his B.
"Aubrey, how did you go?"
"B+? What the hell!" Aubrey exclaimed indignantly, gripping the paper with force ready to fight, when she saw that the professor had already left. She had studied for almost a month until dawn to conciliate with the Bellas' rehearsals. In her 3 years in Barden she had never receiver less than A-.
Aubrey got up and began to feel the slight tremors that would appear before the vomit and she raised her fist to her mouth before running to the bathroom.
"AUBREY!" Jesse and Chloe said together, but as the boy was closer to the door, he followed her as Chloe picked up her friend's things.
"I told you..." Bumper said as he and Donald left the class, shaking their heads. "It would end with vomit."
Jesse ran as fast as he could so he wouldn't lose Aubrey and followed her into the bathroom where he left the books over the sink and stood behind Aubrey, that was throwing up. He knew the Bella had problems when she was stressed, Bumper had shown the video of the last competition, but it was another story to see her doing it out of a video cam. It made him want to stand by her side and support the girl.
"Aubrey?" He asked from the door, worried about her and feeling his heart break, angry at Bumper because he thought it was funny.
"Go away, treble." She murmured, feeling humiliated at being seen like this.
Jesse sighed, grabbing a paper towel and approaching her, against her will. He gently slipped the paper over her chin where there was a stain and for a second, got lost in her beautiful blue eyes that looked surprised, before letting her hold the paper and finish cleaning herself.
"Thank you..."
Aubrey realized that her heart was beating fast as she watched Jesse's brown eyes shine sweetly, but then they heard Chloe came in and Jesse walked away with a sincere smile:
"Take care, okay?"
Aubrey realized she had a small smile on her face as she continued to hold the paper, seeing that perhaps not all men were violent like her father or idiots like Bumper.