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AN: I cannot believe I wrote this in two days! This was actually a really hard chapter to write, and I hope you guys really like it, because it is not what I imagined at all, but it still kinda goes(?) Anyways, to all of my fellow Americans, Happy late Fourth Of July, and to those of you who don't celebrate, I hope you had an enjoyable day in general.
Trigger warning: Slight mention of Anorexia (though she doesn't have it, I know, major spoiler alert!), abuse and language.
"Rebeca, can I see you at my desk, please?" Keeping her head down, she watched as the blonde stood up straight, brushing out the wrinkles of her clothes, walking back towards the desk. Beca slowly stood, hearing the "ooh's" and "look who's in trouble" from her fellow classmates, all of whom never failed to push her to tears. She took a deep breath, following the woman's path flinching at the piece of paper thrown, though it missed her by a few inches. There was one comment that caught her attention, a boy she had never liked, from the moment she started to attend, one of the 'popular' kids. "Look! The anorexic's gonna get expelled! I told you, she's just an attention seeking whore! Pay up, man!" The kid, Aaron, had gushed to his friends, like a juicy secret he was itching to get off his shoulders, just loud enough for Beca to hear, and quiet enough for the teacher to think he was just talking about his weekend.
Beca stopped timidly in front of Aubrey's desk, bottom lip stuck between her teeth, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks any moment, hands wrung together in nervousness. "Don't worry, sweetie, you're not in trouble." Aubrey hoped it would calm the brunette down, though it only got her to relax slightly. Beca simply nodded, words weren't something she could trust at the moment, or any moment really, opting for the silent treatment. "I just want to talk about the last few assignments I gave." Aubrey pointed at a nearby office chair, watching the girl's timid movement. She cringed as the bell rang, watching as the kids filed out, the ten year old's shoulders tensing again, looking as though she was going to get her backpack, but not moving. If anything, she looked scared to do anything, something Aubrey had never seen in anyone.
"It's alright, I'll call it in." Aubrey smiled sweetly, something she had picked up from Chloe, turning to grab her desk phone. "N-no…. I-it's o-okay." Beca looked up once, in-between pauses, gauging the blonde's reaction to her protest. "All we're going to do is talk, and I might even be able to get you out of sixth hour." Aubrey knew this was an easy way of getting kids to do stuff, even if it was missing the first five minutes of class, that was a reward in their heads. Beca knew how these kinds of situations ended, and they were never good, always ending in a new bruise, welt or red mark, one time a broken arm and rib. "I-I really have-have to g-go t-to next hou-hour." She could feel her breathing becoming labored, and she really didn't want to cry, or have an anxiety attack, right now. "Rebeca, this is serious, please just let me call it in." Aubrey looked pleadingly at the little girl, frowning when tears really did start to run down her cheeks.
Beca nodded, pulling her legs up as she couldn't stop the tears, small sobs coming out of her body here and there. "Oh, honey." Aubrey got up, gently easing the girl's legs down, embracing her in a tight hug. She pushed the smaller girls head onto her shoulder, cooing softly into her ear. "You're okay… I've gotcha… It's okay." Aubrey shushed her, rocking back and forth gently, not noticing the redhead standing in the doorway. Chloe walked quickly, but quietly, squatting down next to the two, putting a hand on each of their backs. Aubrey looked up, whispering to her wife, "can you call her in for me, please?" "Of course." Chloe pecked the taller girls lips, moving to the phone and calling the office.
After she had finished the call, Chloe returned to her spot next to the girls, gently rubbing the brunette's back as Aubrey stroked her hair. Aubrey was surprised when the fifth grader had wrapped her arms around the blonde, grasping a part of her shirt and holding on tightly, like if she didn't, she would disappear into thin air. Leaning down, Aubrey placed a small kiss on the girl's head, realizing that, somehow, they were all sitting on the ground, Beca in her lap and Chloe to her left. While the blonde had noticed that her crying had gone down a little bit, but she was still going on strong, knowing that, if it goes on much longer, the girl would make herself sick.
"Rebeca, I need you to calm down, sweetie. I don't want you to make yourself sick. Deep breaths, in and out, love." Aubrey coaxed her gently, practicing the breathing herself, hoping it would help the younger girl. As her crying slowed down, hiccups still shaking her small frame, Beca let go slightly, though she kept her face on the blonde's shoulder, opting to turn it out, face to face with the redhead who just smiled at her. Eyes blurry and red, she stared out the back window, and fiddled with the blonde's shirt, still trying to match her breathing. "Rebeca?" Aubrey said gently, as to not scare the girl. "Hmm?" Beca hummed in the same manner, closing her eyes. "Where are you staying tonight, love?" Aubrey continued to stroke her hair, holding her close as she shrugged. Chloe and Aubrey made eye contact, feeling bad for the little girl. "Do you wanna come home with us?" Chloe hoped it wouldn't be too much for the brunette to take in, and that she would just say yes.
Beca's head shot up, eyebrows furrowed, as she looked between the two smiling at her, no one had ever asked her to go to their house. "I-I don-don't kn-know." She looked down again, face scrunching as she thought of things that could happen, she knows they were always nice. "We don't want you to stay by yourself and we could do whatever you want!" Chloe smiled as Aubrey tilted the brunette's chin up, holding her head there, "we could watch a movie, color, play dress up, anything!" Beca looked between the two, they were always kind to everybody, but that's what she thought about her foster parents too. "I don't wanna d-do some-something b-bad." Beca pouted slightly, tears stinging her eyes, once again. "Sweetie, you wouldn't be doing anything wrong, if anything, it'd be Chloe, because she got you out of sixth hour just so we could spend time with you." Aubrey smiled when the brunette chuckled lightly, smiling slightly. "Are-are you sure?" Beca looked up through her eyelashes, a frown popping back up on her lips.
AN: I really hope you liked it! As I said earlier, this is not what I pictured, but I feel like I'm setting up their personalities good.
Rose: Thank you! I'll keep your consideration in mind. And I do plan on continuing!
Lizett: Alrighty, and here ya go.
Guest: That's so nice, I hope this satisfies you (I hope you like musical theatre and see the reference I just put in this response, if not, I'm sorry).
