The offer
A/N: Thanks again to my beloved "50 shades of pitch perfect" for this prompt! Please R&R! Story prompts? Send them in!
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Beca
Her eyes burned at the sight in front of her. Chloe was heavily making out in the hallway in front of her room with Tom. He was almost ripping her shirt apart when she finally dragged him inside. She felt tears threatening to fall, but she won't let them. This she could control, and this she wouldn't let happen.
She turned on her heels and fled back upstairs again. To the safety of her and Amy's shared room.
When she had thought that hearing Chloe talk about this guy was hurtful she now knew better. Because seeing them together hurt her to a point she never thought was bearable. Her whole body was aching from the pain that was radiating from her heart. Blistering waves that wouldn't abate, making her arms and legs almost numb. The last few steps towards her bed she almost stumbled over her own feet.
As soon as she crashed down onto the mattress she knew it was a mistake. Because she was greeted with Chloe's all too familiar scent that still lingered on her pillows from the movie night before.
And now she couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She gave away that last piece of control she had left. Sadness overcoming the pain intensifying it to an amount Beca couldn't count.
"Hey hey shortcake what's wrong?!" she hadn't heard Amy entering but welcomed her caring and comforting embrace. She already gave up everything that was her, so why couldn't she let Amy hold her. If Amy was surprised at her outburst and about the fact that she let her so close, she didn't showed it. But rocked her back and forth like a child. "Talk when you're ready!" was all she said and held on to her.
That was all Beca needed. Her walls were damaged beyond repair. There was nothing that mattered anymore.
And the words shot out of her mouth. Everything that she had to hold back for so long now. Her stronger growing feelings for her best friend and how she craved for a touch or a hug from her. How she gave up everything for Chloe and changed so willingly for her, and Amy listened.
But she was not the only one listening…
Chloe
I kissed Tom goodbye and made my way up to Beca's and Amy's room. But I stopped at the door. I could hear Beca crying. But not like her normal whining when she was exhausted or angry at her computer. This was a different kind of crying.
She was sobbing heavily and it broke my heart into pieces. And then I heard her saying my name. And I stood in shock. Her voice was trembling with sobs and tears but I could make out every single word. She was talking about her feelings. Her feelings for me. And that she just saw me and Tom and what it did to her.
I felt tears running down my own cheeks at this confession. And it dawned in me that she must've felt this for quite a while now. But I was too blind to see it, I misread signs and I realized what I must send out to her myself. All actions and intimate moments between us occurred to me in new light and I felt terrible for putting her into this.
Slowly I made my way back down the stairs to my room and closed the door. What have I done?