It was stuffy and crowded. The redhead was grinding her ass into some boy's front when she felt his hands on her hips. He flipped her around, immediately crashing their lips together. To be honest, she wasn't interested in sex tonight. She just wanted to have some fun and drink. After that she would come back to her apartment and reunite with her bed. So, she grabbed boy's forearms and pushed him away as gently as she could. He pulled her back, even closer than before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her roughly. She was trying to push him away, but he was stronger. He lifted her up, grabbing her ass in his hands and took her to the nearest bathroom. He never stopped kissing her. Once into the bathroom, she was trapped between his sweaty body and the cold, hard wall.
"Don't pretend you don't want it," he hissed as he slipped his hand easily under her skirt to her panties.
"Please, stop," the girl said, terrified. She knew what was going to happen, and she was scared as hell. She could smell alcohol on his breath, and she knew that she couldn't do anything to stop him.
"You teased me, and now you want me to stop?" he said as he looked at her, like he really could do this if she would just say something.
"I'm sorry I teased you, but please don't hurt me," she whispered, looking into his eyes.
"Ohh… Okay. I'm not going to hurt you," he said, and the redhead released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "I'm going to make you scream my name with pleasure, you little bitch," he hissed into her ear. He gripped her thighs, trying to line himself with her core. The redhead screamed, terrified of what would happen. Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Ohh, dude, I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm, uh, I'll just leave." A girl stood in the doorway.
"No!" the redhead cried out as she kicked boy in his groin. They both fell to the ground, but she was fast enough to grab her underwear and run through the door. She got out of the club, crying and shaking when she felt arm on her shoulder.
"Let go of me!" she screamed, and punched the person in stomach. She heard someone stumble and fall to the ground.
"What the fuck, dude!?" She heard the voice again and looked down. The same girl that saved her a few seconds ago lie on the ground, clutching her stomach.
"Ohh shit, I'm so sorry. I thought…" the redhead trailed off, and helped the other girl get back to her feet.
"Wow, what a great way to thank someone for saving you," she mumbled sarcastically, and looked at redhead in front of her. "Are you alright?" she added after few seconds. The redhead didn't say anything, just shook her head. "Okay," the girl said, as she ran her hand through her brunette hair. "I'm going to take you home okay?" she said and the redhead nodded. "So, um, what's your name?" she asked.
"Chloe. Chloe Beale" Redhead finally answered.
"Okay, Chloe, I'm Beca Mitchell. I'm taking you to my place. Is that okay?" she asked. The girl, Chloe, nodded. So Beca took ahold of Chloe's hand. She called a cab and after a couple of minutes they were in front of a semi-detached house. Beca paid for the drive and ushered Chloe inside her house. The brunette put her keys on the small kitchen table and looked at Chloe. Mascara was running down her cheeks, her eyes were red and her bottom lip was bleeding. She took cloth from the bathroom and walked back to Chloe.
"Sit down, I'll clean it for you," she offered and gestured to the sofa. When she touched Chloe's chin, the redhead flinched, but after few seconds, she let Beca touch her. She gently scrubbed away the dried blood and proceeded to clean the cut.
"Do you want something to drink? Water, maybe?" Beca asked, throwing the piece of cloth to the sink. She barely caught Chloe's gentle nod. She took a glass from cupboard and filled it with water. The water swirled in the cup as Beca walked to the redhead, giving her the glass, and sat on the other side of the couch. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"Soo…do you want to talk about it?" Beca asked, and looked at the redhead.
"There's nothing to talk about," Chloe shrugged, and took another sip of water ignoring pain in her lip. As well as Beca's stare.
"So you wanted to have sex with him, and I really interrupted you guys. Yet, for some reason, you were crying, shaking, and you run away?'' The brunette lifted her eyebrow, looking at the girl and waiting for her answer.
"No, I didn't want it… He forced me into the bathroom. I'm really thankful that you walked in but… there's nothing more to talk about," she sighed and a few tears rolled down Chloe's cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay. We don't need to talk about it. You should rest," Beca said as she got up. She walked to her bedroom, and took a pair of shorts and her Barden t-shirt. Chloe looked thankful as she handed her the spare clothes.
"The bathroom is over there," Beca pointed down the hall, "go and take shower, change, do whatever you need to do, okay?" Chloe nodded, so Beca walked back to her bedroom to prepare her bed for her new acquaintance. She then sat on one of the kitchen chairs and patiently waited for Chloe to finish. When she finally came out of bathroom, she was wearing Beca's clothes and her hair was tied up in messy bun.
"My bedroom is just there. You can sleep there," Beca said, pointing at the door. When Chloe opened her mouth to say something Beca cut her off. "No, it's okay. You really deserve to sleep in a bed tonight." She gently pushed Chloe inside of the room. Chloe hesitated. "Go on, get in." Chloe climbed onto the bed, and Beca covered her with a duvet.
"If you need anything, I'm on the couch in living room. Don't hesitate to ask for anything," she said. Beca turned the light off, cracked the door, and made her way to the couch in the living room.
A few hours later, she woke with a start to strange sound. She got up and tiptoed to her bedroom. She could barely see Chloe's body on the bed due to darkness, but she figured that the redhead had a nightmare. She leaned over her bed and gently shook Chloe by her shoulder. "Chloe, wake up," she whispered. Suddenly, Chloe screamed, turned to face Beca, and kicked her hard in the stomach. Again… Beca fell down onto floor, cursing with pain and clutching her belly.
"Dude, again? What the fuck?" Beca gasped as she tried to catch her breath.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," Chloe said. Her voice was breaking. She sat on bed, pulled her legs to her chest, and hid her head in her knees.
When Beca could finally stand up, she sat beside Chloe and gently wrapped arm around redhead's shoulders. "It's okay. I shouldn't do that, I scared you." Beca ran her hand through Chloe's silky hair. It was something that always helped her calm down, so she figured she would try it on Chloe.
"I'm sorry I hit you again," Chloe said sheepishly, lifting her head up to look into Beca's eyes. She didn't even notice before, how beautiful the girl was. Her skin was pale. At least in the lamp light. Beca had turned it on when she stood up from the ground. Her eyes were pure navy blue and her lips were thin, but for some reason, Chloe wanted to taste them, feel them on hers. Her hair was loosely falling onto her bare shoulders. She had a sleeveless, tight t-shirt on, and Chloe could see her perfect breasts. They weren't big, but also not too small. Her legs were smooth, and looked as if they ran for miles even though she was shorter than Chloe, but redhead didn't mind.
"Dude, I thought you were sad or something." Beca smirked, looking at the girl.
"What?" Beca's voice pulled Chloe out of her reverie and she blushed a little.
A smile started to grow on Beca's face. "You totally just checked me out."
"I did not," Chloe whispered, and her cheeks immediately turned bright red matching her hair.
"Hey, no it's okay. I know I'm hot." Beca smirked again. Torturing her new redhead friend was her new hobby. She looked at her, noticing a purple bruise on her forearm. She gently ran her fingers down Chloe's arm.
"Is it painful?" she asked softly. It was no secret that Beca was worried as she was still looking at her wrist.
"It hurts a little, but I can handle it," Chloe said, and smiled at Beca. It was nice that she was so caring. She loved it actually.
"I think we should try to go to sleep again." Beca slowly got up from the bed when she suddenly felt Chloe's hand on hers.
"Can you maybe, um, stay here?" Chloe asked, slightly embarrassed.
"You're still scared?" Beca asked, loving how Chloe's face was red with a blush.
"Kind of. Maybe. Yes," Chloe blurted, her eyes drifted to her shaking hands.
"So, I need to spoon you, right?" Beca said jumping on the bed and laying down. She loved teasing Chloe.
Chloe was caught off guard. "Well, um… Only if…if you want, we could maybe…" Chloe was struggling with words. She was surprised that the brunette made her feel this way only with words.
"Come on," Beca whined. "Get your ass down here, I'm tired." She pulled Chloe down, beside her, then covered them with the duvet. "And yes, we can cuddle. Come here," Beca said and pulled the redhead close to her with one arm under Chloe's head and the other wrapping around Chloe's waist. Chloe felt her insides flipping, but she couldn't understand why it was happening.
After few minutes, she felt Beca's steady breathing on her forehead and she pressed her head into brunette's neck, wrapping her hand around Beca's bare stomach. "I think I already like you a little too much, Beca Mitchell," she sighed into her neck as she closed her eyes. She was completely unware that the brunette hadn't fallen asleep quite yet, and heard every word as clear as day.