The first chapter was originally posted as a oneshot under "First Sentence Prompt - Request." I received several requests to continue the story. I made some minor cosmetic edits to Chapter 1 but nothing that changes the story. Here we go.

Thank you JJ(Guest) for the original prompt.

At first glance, it was improbable that the pair of them would ever attain a level of civility that would allow them to explore even a tentative friendship, let alone the position they find themselves in presently; the second glance only served to justify the first. Beca sat looking at Chloe and Chloe just looked back at her. They both had tears in their eyes because they knew that this was really the end. One heartbreaking event that led to this fight where too many hurtful things were said that couldn't be taken back and too many past mistakes brought back to the surface that they couldn't rebury.

"I'll pack a bag to get me through the next few days," Beca said voice thick with tears. "I'll make arrangements to have the rest of my things picked up later."

Chloe didn't say anything. She just watched as Beca stood up and went into the bedroom. She sat frozen in her seat wondering how she let it come to this. Beca came out of the bedroom pulling a large suitcase. She grabbed her jacket and keys, turning only to pass a quick glance over to Chloe before she left without a word. Chloe let out a sob and let the tears fall down her face unchecked. The only time that weekend she got off the couch was to replenish her alcohol or go to the bathroom. She decided she should stop drinking early Sunday afternoon, not by choice, but because she had run out of liquor and was too drunk to drive to get more. She somehow managed to get herself up on Monday morning and go to work like it was just a normal day.

She came home on Monday afternoon and went into her bedroom to find Beca's stuff gone. She found an envelope left on the coffee table with her name on it next to Beca's house keys. She pulled the bottle of vodka she bought on the way home out of the bag and took a swig. She just held the envelope, looking at it. It was rather thick and she wasn't sure what it held. She was almost afraid to open it. She took several large gulps of vodka before she finally had the courage to open the envelope. She pulled out the papers that were inside and unfolded them. She let out a sob when she saw what had fallen from between the pages. She jumped up causing everything to fall on the floor. She ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach. She threw up until there was nothing left. She laid on the cool tile and sobbed until she fell into a fitful sleep.

Chloe woke up several hours later. She stumbled out of the bathroom and into the guest room to check the clock. It was 4:00 in the morning. She called and left her principal a voicemail telling him she had been up all night sick and wouldn't make it in today. She threw her phone on the nightstand and crawled into bed.

Chloe woke up just long enough on Tuesday morning to call and let her principal know she was taking the rest of the week because she was still sick and thought it might be the flu. She sounded so bad the principal told her it was best for her to stay home so she didn't make the children sick. She went back to bed thinking that once Beca calmed down they would talk and things would go back to normal. She was still in bed when Aubrey came looking for her 12 hours later.

When she left, Beca stopped outside the door both wanting and not wanting Chloe to come after her. After a minute or so, she wiped her eyes and walked to her car. She threw her suitcase in the back and got behind the wheel. She wiped the tears from her face only to have more fall. She started the car and realized, she didn't know where to go. She put the car in drive and pulled away from the house. She drove around for an hour before she found herself in front of Bumper and Amy's house. She sat in the car and called Amy to make sure it was okay for her stay for a couple of days.

"Hey, Shortstack," Amy said answering her phone.

"Hey, Amy," Beca said. "Um, would it be okay if I stayed with you for a few days?"

"Sure, Beca," Amy said. "Come on by when you're ready."

"I'm, uh, actually outside right now," Beca said just before she broke down completely.

Next thing she knew Amy was opening her car door.

"Come on," Amy said. "I got you."

Amy helped Beca out of the car and grabbed her suitcase. She got both into the house and sat Beca down on the sofa.

"I'm going to take this up to your room," Amy said and left with the suitcase.

Beca sat there with tears flowing down her face. She wiped her eyes and face but it was no use. She finally gave up and just let them fall. Amy came back and sat next to Beca grabbing her into her arms.

"When you're ready to talk," Amy said soothingly. "I'm here."

Beca burrowed her head in Amy's neck and cried until she made herself sick. She had shoved Amy away from about a second before she puked all over the coffee table and floor in front of her.

"Oh, God," Beca cried. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Beca," Amy said. "Let's get you into bed."

Beca let Amy lead her into the guest room and get her settled in the bed.

"I'm really sorry, Amy," Beca said through her tears.

"Don't worry about it," Amy said wondering if that sorry was actually for her, or for Chloe. "I'll take care of it."

Amy left and went to clean up the puke. She was putting the cleaning supplies away just as Bumper came through the door.

"Hey, babe," Bumper calls out. "Is that Beca's car out front?"

"Yeah," Amy said. "She's going to be our guest for a few days."

"Why?," Bumper asked. "Did something happen?"

"I don't know yet," Amy said. "She's a mess so it can't be good."

"For what it's worth," Bumper said. "She can stay as long as she needs to."

Beca tried to sleep but couldn't so she got her notebook out of her suitcase and started making a list. She wrote down everything at the house that she knew she wanted to take. Maybe she could get Amy and Bumper to get her stuff for her. Once she completed the list, she sat down to write a letter to Chloe. She wrote and rewrote it before she finally decided it was done. She called and left a message for her mortgage company outlining what she needed to have done so she could pick everything up on Monday. She finally laid down and cried herself to sleep.

Beca spent all of Saturday and Sunday in bed. Amy tried to get her to eat something but Beca refused. Amy also tried to get her to tell her what was going on but all Beca would do was shake her head and start crying again. Beca did manage to ask Amy if she and Bumper could go with Beca to the house on Monday to get her stuff. They both agreed to take the day off to help Beca. On Monday morning, Amy told Beca they wouldn't help her unless she ate something first. Beca managed to eat some scrambled eggs.

Amy drove Beca's car to mortgage company to pick up the paperwork Beca had asked for. She placed it and something she hid from Amy inside an envelope and sealed it. Bumper met them at the house with his truck and the trio gathered everything on Beca's list. It didn't take long and once they were done, Beca took the house keys off her keyring and set them next to the envelope she had left on the table where Chloe could easily find it. Beca was crying when she took one last look around before closing the door and getting into the car to be taken back to Amy's. They put all of Beca's mixing equipment in the basement and her clothes in her room. Amy's heart broke for her friend. She tried once again to find out what had happened only to have Beca refuse to talk about it.

On Tuesday, Bumper and Amy went to work leaving Beca alone. Amy made Beca swear she would call if she needed anything, anything at all. When Amy got home that evening Beca was gone and so was all her stuff. She left a note thanking Bumper and Amy for letting her stay but didn't say anything else. Amy tried calling Beca and got the recording stating the number had been disconnected. Amy didn't know what to do so she did the only thing she could think of; she called Aubrey.

As soon as Amy called Aubrey, she hurried over to Beca and Chloe's. She needed to talk to Chloe to find out why Beca left. She quietly opened the door and entered the house. She looked around the living room and saw the almost empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and some papers on the floor. She called out for Chloe and getting no response she went looking for her. She found Chloe curled up on the bed in the guest room. Chloe looked horrible but seemed to be sleeping soundly so Aubrey let her sleep and went back to the living room. She dumped out the rest of the vodka and threw out the bottle. She picked up the papers that were lying on the floor and noticed something else. She bent to pick that up as well. She put her hand to her mouth. It was an engagement ring.

"Oh, Chloe," Aubrey whispered to the empty room. "What the hell happened?"

Aubrey was going to put the papers back in the envelope when she notices the words "deed of ownership." She looked closely at the document and noticed it was the deed to the house and it was just in Chloe's name. Why is it only in Chloe's name? Beca was so proud that she could afford to just buy the house outright with the money she made from being a music producer.

She looked at the other papers and saw the title to Chloe's car and a letter addressed to Chloe from Beca. Aubrey thought that Chloe had read the letter so she decided to read it. Maybe it would help her figure out what happened.

Chloe:

I wish I could say I forgive you, but I can't. I wish I could say I hate you, but I can't. I wish I could say I don't love you, but I can't do that either. Because I know deep down that I probably always will.

Tell everyone whatever you want. I won't be around to refute anything you say because by the time you read this I'll be gone. I'm leaving L.A. and have no plans to come back. I can do my work from just about anywhere. Don't try to contact me as I've already changed my number.

Enclosed you will find the deed to the house put solely in your name. It's your dream house, not mine. So, keep it, sell it, or burn it down. I want nothing to do with it because the good memories I had of it are tainted now. I have also left you the title to the Range Rover signed over to you. It's paid off and I don't want or need it. The last thing I leave you is the engagement ring I bought for you two months ago. I won't be around to return it so give it away, sell it, or throw it away. At this point, I don't care because it means nothing to me and I don't ever want to see it again.

I hope that she is worth it and can give you whatever it is that you weren't getting from me.

Have a nice life.

Beca

"Oh, Beca," Aubrey said wiping tears from her eyes.