Chapter Two

I look at myself in the mirror one last time, making sure everything is in order for the party tonight. I'm wearing black, ripped up jeans, with black combat boot, with a dark, red wine, lose, short sleeve shirt, my hair at its finest, down with my natural curls showing. I've decided to go to Cynthia's house a little bit early to get my music set up. I think I'm good and ready to go.

I walk downstairs to grab my phone and to fetch a flash drive that has all my music in it. After getting one, I grab a water bottle, then I start walking to my door, open it, shut it behind me, lock it, then I start over to Cynthia's. Something suddenly catches my eye though. When you walk out my front door and don't turn around, there's a house on my left. I have no clue who lives there, but it's a pretty big house. 'I wonder if there's a family that lives there.' I shrug it off and start heading for Cynthia's house, once again. Hopefully there won't be anymore distractions.

I knock on Cynthia's door, waiting for someone to answer. I can hear shuffling from behind it, then following the doorknob to jiggle. The door finally opens, revealing Cynthia from behind it. "Hey, girl!" She says, then allows me to walk in. "Got your music?" She asks, causing me to nod my head. "Cool, um, there's a computer and speakers over there in the corner. You can go hook it up over there. And make sure the whole house is shaking from it!"

I just smile and nod as I make my way towards the computer and speakers. I put the flash drive in and start playing some music, turning up to its fullest. After getting that done I walk back over to Cynthia. "It's all ready." I say.

"Hell yeah it is." Cynthia says with a huge smile on her face. "You ready for this party?"

"Yeah, I guess." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. "I'm really not a part person, as you can tell. I guess it's just that, I really could care less of meeting new people."

"Oh," Cynthia says. "How come?" She asks, as she sits down at the bar and pats a seat for me to take that's right beside her.

"It's just...everything." I say. "It goes with the story I'm suppose to tell you guys when everybody gets here."

"Ah," Cynthia says. "Is it because of, ex-boyfriend issues." She asks, catching me off guard.

"Uh, how did you know?" I ask, completely in shock she guessed. "Are you stalking me or something? Should I be worried? Do I have to call the cops?"

Cynthia laughs before saying, "No, no, no." I laugh as I take a seat next to her. "It's just...I can tell. I can just feel it, you know? It's in the way you act, the way you talk, all that sort of stuff."

"Do I really show it that well?" I ask, causing her to nod. "Do you think anybody else can tell?"

"Not sure, to be honest." She says. "I guess it depends on the person, like me. I guess I can tell it in you, is because I want to be a psychiatrist. So, I want to be able to read people. Most people are easy to read. Like you, you're easy to read, for me."

"I guess that makes sense." I say "Going back to the ex-boyfriend issue, I will be completely honest with you, I almost married him." I say, causing Cynthia to choke on her drink and look at me with wide eyes.

"You almost did what, now?" She asks, still looking at me, not even blinking once. "Why would you do that?" She asks, not allowing me to answer her first question.

"You're asking me a question and you don't even know what he's like. You act like you knew him personally." I say. "Well, um, yeah. I almost did."

"What was he like, before I say anything else?" She asks. "Was he abusive? A total sweetheart? A nerd? An athlete? Was he what every girl dreamed of?"

"Uh, if you count him hitting you nonstop, almost all day, everyday, then, yeah." I say. She gives me this look asking me if he has ever laid his hands on me. "Yeah, he has hit me. There were times where I should've been in the hospital. Fractured bones, busted lips to where I needed stitches, concussions, all those sort of things."

"And you almost married the bastard?" She asks, causing me to nod my head. She just shakes her head at me. "How long were you two together?"

"Almost three years." I say, while nodding my head. "It would've been three this September but, I couldn't handle it anymore, so I left."

"Three years?!" She asks, raising her voice in surprise. "You were with that abusive idiot for three years?"

"Almost, three years." I say, causing her to shake her head. "This September would have been three years, straight."

"That's besides the point, Beca." She says, rolling her eyes. "You stayed with a guy, that you knew was abusive, for almost three years. Why didn't you leave sooner?"

"Because the first two and a half years, he didn't hit me." I say. "The last two to four months, he started hitting me."

"So it took you at least four months, for you to finally leave his ass?" Cynthia asks, allowing me to nod. "Why that long?"

"Because, a few times, he was either drunk or so tired because of the lack of sleep he would get, because of his job." I say. "Then some times it was when he was so stressed out, he would take it out on me. And then some times it would be when him and I would get into arguments, he would get so frustrated with me, he would knock me out. Then, there were some times where he would just hit me. But, I soon realized that it was time to go."

"Well, I'm glad you left his sorry ass, but, it shouldn't have taken you, at least four months to leave him." Cynthia says, as she gets up and walks to the sink, dumping her drink down the drain and leaving it on the counter. "Just, please do me and the others a favor? Please don't even think about going back to him. If you do, and I find out, I will make sure you die."

I smile at her threat. "For one, who's 'the others'?" I ask. Cynthia dries her hands off with a towel, and then points behind me. I turn around to see Donald, Unicycle, Stacie, and a few other people whom I don't recognize. "You guys like to eavesdrop, don't you?"

"Well, you see, we just walked in and, well...you were talking and we couldn't help but overhear the conversation...and well, we kinda got interested in it...so, we, uh...you know..."

"D-Donald...Donald, just nod your head and walk away." I say with my lips pursed together. Donald nods his head and walks away, leaving everyone else to chuckle and watch him leave.

"You must be Beca." A redhead says from behind a Chinese girl. "I'm Chloe, I'm friends with...well, all of these people."

I nod my head and force a half smile on my face. "I'm Benji, and this is my brother, Jesse. We live at the end of the street, where the dead end is."

Before I can reply and say 'hi' back, my phone starts to ring, causing me to roll my eyes, as I snatch it out of my back pocket to answer it. "Let me take this, and I promise you, I'll met the rest of you introduce yourselves." I say, as they all nod and I step outside to take the call. I answer it before I even make it to the door. "Hello?"

"What up, Shawshank?" Amy yells on the other line, making me jerk it away from my ear, and shut the door behind me. "I wanted to tell you something that really important."

"Okay?" I say, confused. "What is it?"

"Bumper and I got a flight booked earlier." She says excitedly. "We're going to be there around...maybe two or three in the morning. Four the latest."

"Oh, uh, cool." I say. "Uh, tomorrow morning?"

"No, Wednesday morning."

"Uh, Amy, tomorrow is Wednesday morning."

"Oooohh. Well, that explains a lot, then."

"Well, uh, okay. I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"You bet." She says. "Be sure to keep your door unlocked or stay up or something, so we can get it and go straight to be."

"Uh, okay." I say. "The beds got here around noon yesterday, so the guest bedroom for you and Bumper are all ready. Fresh, clean sheets on them and everything. If you guys want to take showers then there's a bathroom in the upstairs hall."

"Okay, Flatbutt." She says. "I gotta go. We're about to walk in the airport. I'll call you when the plane lands, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." I say. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." She says and ends the call. I walk back into the house, then soon realize how much people were already here. There's like, thirty people here, already.

"Beca!" I hear a voice call, making me jerk my head to where the voice was coming from. At the table Cynthia and I was just at, was, of course, Cynthia and a few others that I haven't officially met yet. I walk back over to where I was and take my seat. "Okay, it's time for you to officially meet the rest of them. You've already met Chloe, Benji, Jesse, Donald, Unicycle, and me, but you haven't met Flo." Cynthia says and points to a gorgeous Mexican girl. She waves at me with a smile on her face. "This is Jessica." She points to a girl with short brown hair and winged eyeliner that is on point. "This is Lilly." The Chinese girl says in a very quiet voice, the word, 'hi'. "And Emily." A girl with long brown hair smiles.

"Welcome to the neighborhood." Emily says with a smile on her face. "I heard that this is your music that's playing right now. Is that true?"

"Yeah, that is true." I say while nodding my head. "A little heads up, every song you're going to hear tonight, are all mine."

"Are you serious?!" Flo asks with a huge smile on her face. "I didn't know you were into music! That is so awesome! Do you sing?"

"I, uh, was in an accapella group, when I was in college." I say. "But, I was forced to do it. Singing isn't my passion. Making music is my passion."

"Do you have a good singing voice?" Jessica asks.

I point up to nothing but motion towards the music. "You hear that singing voice, right there?" I ask. They all nod. "That's me singing."

"Woah, you're really good!" Emily says. "What aren't you good at?"

"Plenty of things." I say. "Plenty of things."

A bit of a full chapter. Please leave a review telling me what you think. I hope you liked this chapter and there is more to come. Thank you! Bye!