Where I Come From, a BeChloe fanfiction…
Beca sat at the side of her bed, staring at all the broken picture frames that lay scattered around the floor. She knew her temper wasn't the best, and she knew it never helped the situation. It looked like a bomb had exploded on her side of the room. It was that simple. She knew she could be destructive, and she knew it hurt Chloe, but when she just gets so…aggravated, nothing can be done to stop it. Chloe had left saying that she had fallen over, and that she had hurt herself, in account to the random blood stains smeared the room, which were created as Beca tried to sweep up the shards of glass during their insult marathon mere minutes ago. Chloe had laughed at her condescendingly, as she had tried to hide their broken up relationship. How ironic.
She knew Chloe was tired of this. The constant fighting and arguing nonstop. Everyone thought that they were the perfect couple, pursuing each other during college, but 10 years down the line, it seemed far from the façade that they still kept up around their friends. They both knew that they weren't in sink anymore. They had been drifting apart for too long, that neither of them knew what was happening. They knew that every time they argued, their souls got worn down even more. They were becoming hopeless, with nowhere to turn.
They both used to pity all the couples who got into fights, who screamed at each other. Who broke their promise to one another: To love each other faithfully, and with all their heart. Not that the couple wasn't faithful, but if anyone knew how bad everything had gotten, they wouldn't blame them. Which is why Beca had been thinking of the idea to get out, start new. Whether it was with Chloe or not.
As Beca ran this thought through her head yet again, she heard walked through their shared apartment to the spare bedroom, where she knew Chloe was. Usually after an argument, it was an unspoken rule that they would leave each other to their own spaces, no matter what happened in between. The girls both abided by this rule, well up until now. She knocked on the door, and slowly entered. Her heart still broke at what she saw. Chloe, her Chloe was in a ball on the bed, crying silently, as she carelessly let the tears fall down her face in droplets of long forgotten makeup. Beca just stood there, looking at the damage that she had done.
Deep breath in, then out.
"We talk like they talked." Chloe stopped shaking. "We fight like they did." She sat up and looked at the tear stained face of Beca. "Where I grew up. I don't want to end up in a home like the one I'm from," Beca sobbed.
"Please don't let me Chloe."