~{A/N- As some of you may know, I have an Apocalypse PP story that I have yet to pick up, and I apologize for that. This idea came to head and I had to put it somewhere. It does contain TRIGGERS. Please be aware of this, the triggers that can be induced include the following,

Drug Abuse

Occasional Alcohol Abuse

Self Harm

Starvation(Of self.)

Physical/Mental Abuse

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If any of this is offending and or you are triggered by it, please do not read this piece. I would not recommend it, and if you'd like to talk about any problems you've ever had, please feel free to contact me. Knowing people do this, it does hurt anyone that would know. Remember you're always cared about, even if people don't seem to show it. Guess what?

I. Care. About. You.

I don't even know you, but 1M to 1, I care.

It's not worth leaving... I love you all, to hell with whether I know you or not, I love you. Don't care about your past, but I care about you, whatever you've done that you see wrong in your eyes, I CARE.

With care, Happy Reading.

~LupusCraven

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Prologue

Beca's steel blue eyes searched around the small house they had bought off of campus. In search of something valuable as it had seemed. Hearing footsteps start down the stairs, as she was rummaging through the hamper, she picked her head up quickly, looking back over her shoulder at thin air as she was in the laundry room.

Hearing a soft tune, she could instantly tell who it was,"Hey, Chlo?" A soft smile passed her features for a short moment.

"Hm, babe?" Chloe asked back, her steps getting closer.

"Do you know where my good bra is?" She turned back to the pile of dirty clothes in front of her in the small bin.

"Wasn't my turn to keep track of it, Hon." Chlo called back, seeming slightly flustered.

"Don't start that! We have to leave in half an hour!"

"I don't know, Beca."

"Motherfu-"

"It's right here." A new voice sounded before Beca felt the article of clothing hit the back of her head. Turning around swiftly, she caught the glimpse of blonde locks leaving beyond the entrance to the small room.

"Thanks, B."

"Uh huh."

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Fixing her earring, Chloe turned in the mirror. Her ocean blue eyes sparking back at her happily as she gave herself a prompt smile. Catching the second pair of eyes in the mirror, she broke into a small fit of giggles before she was turned around and brought into a soft kiss. It wasn't anything to leave her wanting more, but it was just enough to give a hint.

"I love you." Came the small whisper from the younger woman that was in front of her. Steel blue eyes looked to her with a dark tint to them before they both turned to meet the infamous sea green that belonged to the oldest of them.

"Alright, Love Birds, we need to get going, Stacie will wonder what's become of us." Aubrey looked to both of them before she rolled her eyes at Beca, taking a step forward to fix the brunette's crooked navy blue tie.

"I'm sure she will." Beca muttered before Aubrey stepped away, a small kiss planted on her lips before Beca looked over to Chloe.

"Well?"

"Let's get a move on." Aubrey slowly started ushering the two women in front of her, small giggles and laughs coming from both of them as she cracked a smile herself.

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Leaning up against the door on the porch, the petite teenager shook. Her steel blue eyes closed tightly as she was as small as she could possibly be. From a foot away anyone could tell that the teen was very well famished. The black t-shirt she wore had the imprint of her ribs each time she were to breathe out. She was shaking pretty badly as she looked up at the silver doorknob that remained unmoved. She had been sitting there for what seemed like years to her, she couldn't remember the last time she knocked. All she knew was that she was a burden and that no one wanted anything to do with her. If she had kept knocking she would've annoyed them and had heard the unwanted groans and moans as they walked towards the door.. So.. She kept quiet.

Hearing footsteps, she was too weak to bother moving, she'd just fall to the ground the moment she stood if she even tried. Her wrists were bruised and several marks could be seen going down her neck as she came to drop her head into her knees. They don't want you here, they don't care about you.. No one seems to.. No.. No one does! They don't even have to seem to, to even show a sign if they even do.. Wh-What am I saying..?

As the door came to open, gasps sounded before the black haired woman slumped over.

"D-Dani!?" The voice sounded in her ears, but she was too weak to open her eyes, too weak to move a muscle. Everything was black.. Where was she..?

I can hear her voice.. That's her.. That's my sister.. It's been years since I've seen her.. Where has she been all my life.. Why wasn't she there to protect me.. To CARE about me..?