A/N- Hey! I'm so excited to start this story. I hope you guys like it.

Warning- There is a lot of violence and some coarse language in this story. Especially in the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters.

Prologue

Chloe

"I told you to stay away from that man,"father screams at my mom from the front seat. She cowers into the passenger side door, tears streaming down her face like rain in the thunderstorm that's raging outside. I reach for Lane, my 10 year old brother's hand and he gladly takes it. The rain starts thundering on the roof of the car as we speed down the highway.

"I-I pr-promise that it's n-not what happened,"my mom protests but my father isn't having any of it. He takes his hands off the steering wheel and wraps them around her throat. I cry out as the car swerves to the right and then to the left. Suddenly, we're spinning out of control, but my father continues choking my frightened mother. She grabs his wrist and then starts to flail. I watch her pass out right before the car suddenly flips. It's like I'm watching everything in slow motion.

My mom's unconscious head smacks into the window, shattering it. I watch as a piece of glass slices into my arm, but I don't feel the pain. My father, who's always been a big man, somehow gets flung out of the windshield. Probably because he didn't have his seat belt on. I watch outside the window as his head smashes into a rock causing blood to go everywhere. The car continues to fly past him, still flipping and I look over at my brother. What I see makes me cry.

Lane has a cut on his forehead that's bleeding rapidly, but that's not what scares me. A huge shard of glass is lodged in his stomach, blood pooling out around the edges. I grab Lane's hand and am shocked when he turns my way. My heart breaks at the crimson tears that run down him face, mixing with all the blood.

"Lane,"I scream over the roaring in my ears. "It's going to be okay." He nods and grimaces in pain. "I love y-" Everything suddenly goes black.

After I woke up, several hours after the accident, I didn't think that I would ever stop crying. I lost everything. My father's death didn't affect me too much since he was a bastard. He made Lane and I call him Father for goodness sakes. It really hurt though, to learn about my mom and brother's death. Those images of that day will haunt me forever.

I was 18, old enough to live alone. It was hard at first. Living on my own, having nobody to go to. For months, I went through several towns, not too far from my hometown. That way I could always go visit my mom and brother's graves. Eventually, I got tired of wondering with no goal in mind and promised myself that I would settle down somewhere. It was hard to do when I knew nobody and most people don't want to help a 18 year old girl who has practically no experience with any jobs. My father didn't allow me to even leave the house very often. Only for school.

What made me decide to stay where I am now, is the Mitchell's. The moment that they met me, a lost girl who didn't know her place in the world, they took me in. They could tell that I was tired and ready for a break. For years, I lived with them. Helping out around the house and working for Mr. Mitchell. Or Warren. I was happy, in a place that I knew I should be. I didn't want any trouble and purposely avoided it. But then trouble came walking into town, in the form of Beca Mitchell. The Mitchell's daughter that ran away from home, the same year that my parents died. They all told me to stay away from her and I knew that I should've listened to them. I even read the horrible letter that she had sent to them. There was something about her though. Something that drew me to her and made it to where I couldn't stay away. Maybe it was the secrets that she held or how different she was than I expected from the stories that I was told. I don't know what it was, but I didn't like it. Not one bit.