A/N: So this is my first fic. Be nice. Leave a review if something´s wrong, you liked it or you have constructive criticism. This will be a multi chapter story. Thanks for reading! Also, my pic for Emily Mitchell (Becas older sister) is Amber Heard.
- Thanks for the reviews! I have corrected any spelling mistakes, so it will be easier to read.
Prolouge.
Rollergirl
There was something about the Mitchell sisters. They were separated with 2 years and 6 months. Although they were different from each other, they had some things in common, that connected them on a whole different level than most siblings. At first glance, you couldn´t really tell they were sisters. They were both above average pretty, but you had to look really close to see the resemblance between the two. Emily Mitchell, the oldest sister, had extremely long, blonde hair with those characteristic beach curls that anyone could die for. While Beca had brown hair with a bit more curls than her older sister, they had the same thick hair. Look wise, they were quite the opposites. Emily had deep green eyes, an athletic body, and she was higher than her younger sister with her 5"4 above the ground.
Emily Mitchell was the it girl at her high school. Despite that she was a junior, she was captain of the girls soccer team, class president and had almost perfect grades, if it hadn´t been for that stupid chemistry test that she failed a couple of weeks ago. She was indeed popular, and guys would throw them self at her. Despite that, she didn´t have a boyfriend. Emily was what you could say, a free soul. She believed that you should live while you´re young, and go through each day like there was no tomorrow. She was quite confident, and didn´t care what other people thought about her. She wasn´t that typical popular high school mean girl per se. She was the mix between a skater girl and the sexy girl next door. One day she could wear a baggy, printed shirt and a Yankees cap, and the next day she would show up in tight jeans and a reveling t-shirt. She didn´t bully anyone, and she hated people who would talk about others behind their back. On the other hand, Emily Mitchell had that famous Mitchell-sarcasm, accomplished with a bad ass smirk. She was though and didn´t let anyone walk over her. Emily was not the girl you would pick a fight with at all. While being highly talented in soccer, she also trained mixed marshall arts and yoga on the side. She had that natural bad ass glow and with her sarcasm, people where kinda intimidated while they found her amusing. People would always laugh at Emily's boldness and jokes.
Beca Mitchell was, as some would say, her complete opposite. She was 5"0 tall, had steel-blue eyes, and where her sister would wear colorful clothes, Beca went for much darker colors and leather bracelets. Her make-up was much heavier and darker, and she was in general more closed off than her overly social sister. Beca Mitchell didn´t do sports. At all. In fact she hated it. The only time you would see her in something sports related, was when she went to one of her sisters games. What sports ment to Emily, music ment for Beca. She couldn´t get enough of it. That´s why you never saw the younger Mitchell without her headphones. They were attached to her like snickers to a fat kid. And she had just saved up enough money to buy the new Reloop RHP-10 Gold Rush headphones. And my my my, wasn´t that some eye candy to have around your neck.
The first time Beca opened her eyes to music was when she was seven years old. The beat was running heavily through the house, and the muffled sound of a women's vocal, escaped through the one door she wasn´t aloud to open. Emilys room. But she couldn´t help it. The music was intoxicating. It dragged Beca towards it like a moth to an open flame. And when Beca finally opened the door, Emily looked into her eyes, and she understood. This was one of the main things the Mitchell sisters had in common. Passion for music. although this was many years ago, she would still listen to Dear Jessie by Rollergirl, just to bring back the memories. It was their song. It never got boring. They never forgot. And in that moment, the two sisters connected on a whole different level. From that moment Emilys door was never closed to Beca. And she would spend hours in her sister's room, just listening to music and ask Emily if she had something new to show her. And of course, Emily always had something new to show her. They sang a lot too, and learned the lyrics to each song they would feel a resemblance to. But where Beca had the sweetest voice anyone could think of, Emilys voice was just "okay". It wasn´t that bad, and she had a voice that would do great in a large choir, but she wasn´t the girl that would get the solo. But Beca was that girl. And it bugged Emily like hell that she couldn´t sing like her sister.
When Beca was ten years old, she started taking piano lessons. And boy, was she a natural. She could sit and play hours and hours on her mothers old piano in the living room. And when neighbours or relatives came to visit, she would always play for them and sing a long. People were amazed by her beautiful voice, and the way her fingers easily glided over the tangents on the piano. The sound filled her with a joy that nothing else could do. And when she was upset or had a bad day, she would always turn to her piano and just play. It calmed her down and it was her escape from the real world.
They lived the perfect life some would say. The family had a nice house in a good neighbourhood, their parents where still together and Emily and Beca almost never argued. Life was good. Or at least Beca thought. It was right before summer vacation, when her parents started to argue more often than before. About small things. And soon about everything. It came to that point where dinner became a battlefield, and words became weapons. At this point something else revealed it self within the Mitchell sisters. They had never experienced something this bad in their lives.
None of them had actually gone furious before. None of them had experienced this kind of anger. And the outcome was bad. Like really bad. They had different reactions. Beca shut herself down. She became more closed of than ever. During these fights between her parents, she barricaded herself in her room, and turned up the music as loud as she could. She wanted to escape the words thrown between her parents. It just hurt too much. There was no joy anymore in her life. The world as she knew it, crumbled to pieces right in front of her. And it was nothing she could do. And what could she do anyways? She was just a fourteen year old girl, in the middle of puberty, with nothing to say.
As for Emilys reaction, she exploded. The sisters had always had that rebel edge to them, and as Beca retracted herself from her parents, Emily turned into something close to a she-hulk, and would throw herself in the middle of her parents fights. She yelled and screamed at them, and sometimes they would listen and calm down. But other times, she would get a bucket full of mean words thrown at her by their father, and there was no other solution than to walk away. She would stomp upstairs, more anger in each step she took. When it got this bad at the Mitchell residence, Emily would leave the house and go for a ride. But the one thing she always did, was to march up stairs, open the door to Becas room and take her along. She would always find Beca curled up into a ball on her bed, and she would gently lift her smaller sister up in her arms and carry her all the way to the car. Emily was Becas knight in shining armour. She was her hero and the person she envied the most. Emily was all the things Beca wasn´t and visa versa. They would drive for an hour or two, just listening to music and talk. A lot. For most people, Beca Mitchell was a mystery. But Emily was the only one in the world who red her like an open book. She always knew what Beca was thinking or feeling. It scared Beca sometimes, how good her sister was on reading her thoughts. Maybe it was because she was thinking the same thing. Or maybe because Emily loved her like no one else and cared for her in a way her parents never did. Emily always encouraged Beca in anything that she would set her mind to do. She never tried to change her or make her do things she didn´t like. Emily was Becas safe heaven. And she hoped that she could go throughout life just like this. With Emily watching over her. The mitchell sisters did connect on a whole other level than most siblings. And maybe that has something to do with what happend the summer before Emilys senior year in high school and Becas freshman year.
Next chapter will be up soon! Thanks for reading!
Dj out.