Author's Note: Ok Hi :) So this is my FIRST Story I'm writing here. I hope you all enjoy it. Please give me feed back and reviews on this ask questions idk... send me hate mail... just kidding don't do that... unless I really suck (which I do). I would very much appreciate feedback since it is my first story. So basically this is a written up story of Jason Roberts Brown's The Last Five Years in BeChloe form. So instead of Jamie Wellerstein being a writer we have... Beca Mitchell a Dj, Producer, Song Writer :) We have Chloe Beale instead of Cathy Hiatt, She still is a struggling actress. Lastly I want to say Thank You to nonpitchypitchperfect and brittsweirdos (go follow them on IG absolutely incredible accounts!) for helping me edit the final touches to this chapter (; This one is not really detailed but I promise the next one will hopefully be better. So i would appreciate it if you also tell your friends (: if you want to PM go ahead but I personally prefer if you DM'd me on Instagram since I go on that on a daily basis so if you wanna contact me there ( sendrickbechloe47) If not here is fine as well (: Enough of the rant... ENJOY!

"So she didn't show up at all?" Aubrey asked Chloe. This wasn't the first time Chloe called her telling that Beca let her best friend down, but this time it was different.

"No she did, she just had to leave early." Chloe was just staring out the window of a taxi. She wasn't with Beca because like usual... Beca was probably at a party. So here she is taking a taxi (multiple taxis and buses) back to New York from Ohio.

"Oh, like after the show?" Aubrey asked with hope. I mean how could Beca miss this show. Chloe's first show. The red head never missed any of Beca's performances, so it was only fair... Right?

"No... She couldn't see the show. She had some stupid party she had to go to." Chloe sounded upset as she said this. Scratch that. She sounded tired, disappointed... Broken. With her sounding like that it made her best friend snap.

"I swear to god I'm gonna kill that hobbit! Did she at least call to wish you luck?!" Aubrey was fuming now.

"Aubrey stop calling her that, and no. I tried calling her but she didn't answer or call back" Chloe tried defending Beca... Again, but it didn't really Change the fact that Beca missed the show.

"Well I'm sure you did great Chlo." Aubrey said with sincerity. "Hey, I have to go. Carolann has a game she has to be at. We'll talk more later. Love you." Aubrey hated that she had to go now, but she knew her best friend. She was strong, and she knew that she would get home - have a long talk with Beca and they would work things out again.

"Love you too. Wish her luck"

"I will... bye." Aubrey said with a small smile.

"Bye..." She disconnected the call and pressed the home button. She was met with a picture of her and her wife sitting at the park. She was trying to hold back the tears... I mean who cries In a taxi? Instead she looked through her messages and calls. Nope that was a bad idea. No new messages from Beca. No missed calls from her either. That had made her more angry. She threw her phone in her bag as she exhaled tiredly. Chloe had been on the phone with Aubrey for who knows how long talking about Beca. She was mad at the brunette because she chose to go to a "party" instead of staying with her in Ohio to watch her show. The show that she was working on for the past few months. The show that Chloe was excited for Beca to see. The show Beca told her to audition for. Chloe looked around aimlessly. Realizing she was only two blocks away from her apartment she told the driver, "Hey you can stop here. It's a one way anyway."

"That'll be 28.55$ Have a good day mam" Chloe gave the taxi driver the money and thanked him as he neared the corner. She exited the taxi and started making her way to her and Beca's apartment. The two of them have been living there for four years, and have been together for five. Chloe was so tired of Beca always leaving to go to a party, but she understood that it was her job. She had to go and Dj at peoples birthdays and weddings and ceremonies. It's how they made a living. She just wished that Beca could at least take a break here and there to spend time with her.

After a few minutes of walking the red head finally made it to the apartment. Walking up the stairs, she noticed that Beca wasn't sitting at her desk in her usual spot by the window. She just shook it off as always figuring that she's probably sleeping away a hangover and continued to walk through the door.

"I'm home! Beca are you-" Chloe was cut off by a small dog jumping at her feet.

"Hey Billie!" Chloe kneeled down to pet the dog. She looked around and noticed that the house looked a bit empty but she ignored it. She stood up and made her way to the coat hook by the desk to hang up her purse and jacket. After that she made her way to the bedroom and threw her heavy suitcase on the unmade bed. She looked around and noticed Beca wasn't in the room either and started making her way to her purse to get her phone to call Beca's studio.

"Beca are you-"

As she shouted for Beca once more she noticed a letter with her name on the desk. She picked it up with an arched brow and started to read it. As she read it her face dropped, she couldn't help but to cry to every single word she read. She just sat there and cried and cried and cried. Staring at the stupid paper.

Staring out the window she noticed it was gloomy outside, no one was outside. She couldn't hear the birds chirping or the kids playing on the street. All she could hear were car horns. But she didn't care. All she knew was that she was alone now. Maybe it was just in her head that it looked different outside. But on she went anyway, sitting at the desk staring out the window.

"Beca is over and Beca is gone. Beca's decided it's time to move on. Beca has new dreams she's building upon, And I'm still hurting." Her heart was breaking a little more after every single word. She just couldn't believe that her wife of almost 4 years just left her.

"Beca arrived at the end of the line. Beca's convinced that the problems are mine. Beca is probably feeling just fine, And I'm still hurting. What about lies, Beca? What about things that you swore to be true. What about you, Beca? What about you?" She looked down at the letter again re-reading it looking for a sign to show her that Beca was just messing around or something, But no she didn't find any sign. All she could see was Beca's final words to her.

"Beca is sure something wonderful died. Beca decides it's her right to decide. Beca's got secrets she doesn't confide, And I'm still hurting." After reading it for the Billionth time she grabbed the paper and crumbled it and slammed it in the garbage can. She stared at the crumbled piece of paper and broke down once again.

"Go and hide and run away. Run away, run and find something better. Go and ride the sun away. Run away, like it's simple. Like it's right..."

Chloe got up from the desk and walked her way to the couch to sit and rest. As she sat down Billie came running towards her and jumped on to her lap, wagging her tail and shaking. Chloe couldn't help but to smile at the innocent dog. She looked at the dog and gave her a peck on her head. After the small gesture she looked across the room and saw her wedding picture hanging on the wall on top of the fireplace. She started to cry as she sat there staring at it. They looked so happy. They looked like the perfect couple. If only then she knew that she and Beca wouldn't work out. She loved Beca, and Once upon a time Beca loved her too.

"Give me a day, Beca. Bring back the lies, Hang them back on the wall. Maybe I'd see, how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all."

Chloe grabbed Billie and placed her down on the floor and made her way to her room. As she was walking towards her room she noticed all of Becas' things gone: Her Dj equipment, her records, her CDs, her guitar, her keyboard, and her awards. The only thing she left were all the pictures of Beca and her, still on the walls and table. Not one picture did Beca take of them to keep.

"Beca is over and where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn. Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn, But that wouldn't change the fact. That wouldn't speed the time. Once the foundation's cracked- And I'm Still Hurting..."

Chloe found herself standing in front of her dresser and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, her makeup was running a little bit and she looked pale. She looked down at her hands and scoffed as she saw her wedding ring. She slid her rings off her fingers, she took of one of her bracelets and lastly her watch. She felt empty at this point. After looking at her hands for what seemed like hours she looked back up at the mirror and walked to the bed. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like days. Looking at her phone every time her phone went off, hoping it was Beca calling to tell her she's coming back and that she messed up. Who is she kidding though, Beca never admits that she messed up. Instead they were calls and texts from different casting directors for new shows to perform in. But she didn't care anymore. She didn't want to do anything anymore. She just wanted her Beca back.