Hey guys. This is my first Pitch Perfect fanfic and is based off a prompt I received.
There will be Bechloe :3
Kinda AU but still similar to the story line, kinda
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-harm, Rape, alcohol/drug abuse. Don't read if you're triggered please!
Ages: Beca:16-17, Aubrey:19-20, Chloe:19-20
Also please note that I have based the drinking age from the Australian law which is 18 because it works better with the story.
"Chloe, don't mad okay?" Aubrey said as Chloe walked into the kitchen and handed her a cup of coffee in their shared apartment paid for by Aubrey's parents.
"Not the best way to start a conversation Brey. What did you do?" The red head asked suspicious.
"Well you know how Beca's been having a hard time at home? Well my Mum says that she been acting out a lot lately and Mum and Beca's Father apparently don't want to deal with her anymore." Aubrey said bitterly, she couldn't stand the way her parents treated Beca, they hadn't treated her that well either but with Beca it was worse. When Beca was five years old her Dad walked out on her without even a goodbye, for Aubrey's Mum. Two years later Beca's Mum died and she was forced to come live them, Beca's Dad, Warren and Aubrey's Mum, Sheila just treated her like a burden from the moment she walked in the house. Aubrey and Beca didn't get along at first but slowly became amazingly close, bonding over music and their hatred for their parents.
"And well they're either kicking her out or I thought maybe she could come live with us in the spare room? She already has a job lined up at that minus 18 club so she can help with bills and everything and she can also attend Barden high." Aubrey started to ramble.
"Oh my god! I love Beca of course she can come live with us!" Chloe said excitedly practically bouncing off the walls, she had only met Beca once but the pair just connected in the short amount of time they were together.
Chloe gasped and looked excitedly at Aubrey. "I'm gonna go set up her room right away!"
"Whoa Chloe slow down, don't you have class in like 10 minutes?" Aubrey said grabbing the red head by the shoulder.
Chloe's shoulders slumped as she was truly disappointed. She pouted at Aubrey. "Yeah but I don't really need to go to class… I'll just say I'm sick" Chloe decided. Aubrey rolled her eyes at how excited she was. "Go to class, you can do it when you get back. Beca's not coming for a couple of days anyway." Aubrey said.
"Fine." Chloe sulked. "But don't you dare re-arrange anything! I want to do it."
Aubrey raised her hands in surrender "Wouldn't dream of it. But seriously, thank-you so much for being okay with this, it really means a lot."
"You're my best friend Brey, of course I don't mind and besides, your sister is totally cute" Chloe winked and Aubrey rolled her eyes.
Chloe and Aubrey sat in the car singing along to one of the top 40 on their way to the airport to pick up Beca. When the song finished Aubrey turned down the music and looked over to Chloe suddenly serious. "I'm worried about Beca. Mum said that she's been sneaking out all the time and drinking and smoking. I don't know if it's just a stage she's going through or something serious." Aubrey said biting her lip.
"I'm sure it is just a stage, everyone goes through one around Beca's age, and we both know your Mum over reacts about everything and Becs Dad just goes along with whatever she says." Chloe reassured.
"I hope so. I'm still worried though. I mean she's gonna be changing schools and she didn't even care, I'm guessing she didn't have many friends. And if she really is getting drunk all the time that can't be good for a 16 year old." Aubrey said trying to focus on the road ahead
"Well maybe the change will be good for her. She can get away from all that at start a fresh. And from what I've experienced of your parents and what you've told me, it's probably for the best for her to get away from them." She reassured
Aubrey let out a deep breath "Yeah I guess." Aubrey couldn't help feeling that there was more to this than typical teenage rebellion.
Half an hour later they arrived at the airport and got out to find Beca. They stepped out of the car and scanned the area but didn't spot her. "Maybe she's waiting inside" Aubrey pondered.
"Wait isn't that her?" Chloe pointed towards part where most of the smokers went as it wasn't under cover. Aubrey spotted Beca. She was wearing a sleeveless plaid button shirt with far too many buttons undone for Aubrey's liking and the bottom was tied in knot showing off a small amount of her slim stomach. She was also wearing short ripped denim shorts and patterned tights and high top lace up boots. She managed to keep her 'alt' look with her abundance of bracelets and heavy eye-makeup and her trademark headphones around her neck.
Beca was clearly flirting with the guy that appeared to be Aubrey and Chloe's age. Her body was basically pressed up against him and she was giggling at everything he said. Aubrey immediately noticed the cigarette in her hand.
She marched up to the pair whilst Chloe stayed behind not wanting to embarrass Beca. Aubrey made it to the pair and looked the guy with a harsh glare. This guy was tall and muscular but even he seemed to be afraid of Aubrey.
"Did you give this cigarette to her?" She asked while pulling the smoke out of Beca's mouth and snapping it in half, ignoring Beca's protests.
"Uh yeah dude… she asked for one so…" he said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well what you just did is illegal. She is only 16 and that is supplying to a minor." She said moving closer.
"Umm I'm sorry?" He said as more of a question than a statement.
"Damn right you're sorry." Aubrey said picking up several of Beca's bags while Beca held her DJ equipment.
"You are a scary woman Brey" Beca said shaking her head as they headed back to Chloe and the car.
"And you are a stupid one. What were you thinking? Smoking is bad for you!" Aubrey lectured and Beca just rolled her eyes as they reached the car.
Beca panicked and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Chloe running towards her. "Whoa! Chlo stop! Don't you even think about giving me one of your psycho bear hugs while I am holding my DJ equipment." Beca warned and turned to side as if to protect her equipment from Chloe.
"They're not that bad." Chloe scoffed but opened up the boot of the car for Beca. As soon as Beca put her things carefully in the boot Chloe gave her a bone crushing hug.
"Chlo, I kinda can't breathe over here." Beca said trying desperately to breathe
Chloe reluctantly let Beca go. "Sorry, not sorry." She said as she grabbed Beca's hands instead
Chloe took in Beca's appearance "Wow Beca, you look… different. I mean you were cute last time I saw you but now… well you look pretty damn fine." Chloe winked. While Beca didn't agree with the comment it was nice to hear and she smirked back at Chloe.
"You've always been totally hot Chlo." She flirted back, something that Beca had become very used to.
Aubrey, who had been watching the whole thing and was now appalled cleared her throat to catch their attention. "Chloe could you not hit on my sister? And Beca could you not hit on my best friend?" she shook her head and put the rest of Beca's stuff in the car.
"You're so uptight, I think you need to get laid." Beca smirked as the blonde turned bright red.
"Excuse me?! My sex life is none of your business"
"Chill out Brey I'm just kidding" she moved over and gave Aubrey a hug.
"I hate you." Aubrey muttered
"You love me." Beca smirked
"And what the hell are you wearing? I can see guys checking you out from a mile away and really?, still with the ridiculous amount of eye-makeup? You look like a panda." Aubrey fussed over her sister's appearance. Beca just rolled her eyes at every comment.
"A cute panda and I think you look great Becs." Chloe grinned
"Of course you like it; I can see your toner for Beca through you jeans." Aubrey retorted
"What the hell is a toner?" Beca asked
"You don't wanna know, now let's go" Chloe said hopping in the car
A while later they were home. Chloe and Aubrey showed Beca around and helped her put her stuff in her room. It was late so they all had dinner and said their goodnights. Chloe engulfed Beca into a hug and kissed her on the forehead before heading to her room and Aubrey told her if she needed anything she'd just be studying. As Beca was getting ready for bed she went to grab a glass of water when she heard Aubrey on the phone, her voice was hushed, automatically making Beca curious of whom she was talking to.
She lingered in the doorway successfully eavesdropping. "I honestly doubt you tried to be nicer to Beca, you saw the chance to get rid of her and you took it Mum." Aubrey said, obviously talking to Sheila. Beca tensed as she realised the conversation was about her but made no move to leave her spot.
"I very much doubt she was going out and getting drunk every night! You just over exaggerate everything"….. "Did you ever once ask if she was okay?! Did you ever even think that maybe there was something else going on with her?" Aubrey was yelling but in a hushed voice. It was clear to Beca that she was getting angrier by the second.
"Don't you dare call her a selfish bitch! She isn't, and maybe just maybe if you ever had one freaking conversation with her you would know that! You never once asked her how she was; even after her mother died you didn't have the decency to be even a tiny bit nice to her." She continued.
Beca decided to stop listening then. She knew what the 'step-monster' called her and she was starting to feel that most of the insults were true. Beca felt horrible that Aubrey was fighting with her Mum because of her. She was already intruding in her home.
Beca felt that Aubrey shouldn't be sticking up for her because the way Sheila described her was, to her belief, accurate. She was selfish, she was a bitch and if she was honest she couldn't see why she hadn't been kicked out earlier.
She started 'acting out' as her Dad called it, after what was now known to Beca as the 'incident' because she wouldn't allow herself to think about what really happened. The 'acting out' consisted of Beca losing all her friends and hanging out with the more 'shadier characters'. She would sneak out and go to parties and get drunk and, more often than not, hook up with a random guy/girl and then the next day be too hung-over to go to school. When there wasn't a party on she would often drink alone and sometimes even do drugs to numb the pain she felt from the incident. Her 'acting out' continued to escalate and the methods to numb the pain continued to be used more and more frequently. Finally her parents had had enough and without asking the reason behind it decided they'd be much happier without her.
Beca headed to her room and tried going to sleep but it failed her. It just made her feel even worse that Aubrey was sticking up for her and Chloe was being so nice to her. She didn't deserve it, she was imposing in there house and was a burden on them.
With a deep sigh she lifted herself out of bed and searched through one of her unpacked bags and found what she was looking for; a black box with disinfectant wipes, a clear bag of multi-coloured pills, bandages and a small piece of metal.
She relied on her blade, it had almost become like a cherished precession to her, she didn't know what she'd do without it. It was always there for her when she needed a distraction, when she just needed a moment to not feel the pain, the loss or the hurt. When she picked up the blade and pressed it her skin all she could feel was the physical pain of the razor dragging across her skin. She couldn't feel the emotion pain, she didn't worry about how fat or ugly she was, how much of a burden she was, that she was the reason for Aubrey and Sheila fighting and how soon Aubrey would realise these things and hate her just like everyone else. For these few moments of bliss she didn't feel any of those things, for those few moments she felt free.
However when those moment were up she felt shame and disgust but still felt it was worth it. She cleaned up and chucked out any remaining evidence. She couldn't allow Aubrey or Chloe to know what she was doing. If they found out it would just lead to questions as to why she did what she did and was definitely not ready to reveal and emotionally relive what she was so desperately trying to escape from.
No Beca Mitchell would not let anyone in.