Another short chapter I'm afraid but I have the next one ready to go so it shouldn't be too long a wait for that. Please enjoy and reviews are always welcome :)
Slight trigger warning (rape is mentioned)
I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.
They were sitting on Chloe's bed in the apartment she shared with Aubrey. Beca's eyes were fixed on the edge of her shirt which was frayed slightly, she pulled at the loose threads absentmindedly. Chloe was sat cross-legged watching her.
"What's this about Chlo?" Beca said finally breaking the silence. Her voice was low and soft.
"You know what it's about." Chloe waited for Beca to speak again but she didn't. "Okay, we'll do this another way. When I was little and my mom was trying to get me to talk about something that upset me, she would ask questions. I always found it easier to answer questions than to just start talking. You wanna try that?" Beca nodded, still not looking at Chloe. "Great. Now remember I'm a psychology major so if you lie to me I'll be able to tell." She saw Beca smirk. "Come here." She said softly, her arms open. Beca shuffled forward on the bed and allowed herself to be pulled into a hug. "I really like you Becs and whatever you tell me isn't going to change that. You know that right?" The brunette nodded but didn't really believe her. Chloe then changed their positions so Beca was sat between her legs, her back to the redhead. She gently ran her hands through Beca's hair as they talked. "When I burst into your shower that time you told me that for the sake of our friendship I should never sneak up on you. Jesse does it and you kick him in the balls. Why such a different reaction?"
"You spoke first and didn't touch me. Jesse grabbed me. Plus I've told him a thousand times not to do it. I only needed to tell you once." Beca said, her hand resting on Chloe's knee.
"How old were you when you this reaction started?" Chloe placed a hand on top of Beca's.
"Fourteen." Chloe didn't see Beca's eyes start to fill with tears. She had figured out what had happened to Beca as soon as she saw the look in her eyes when Jesse grabbed her. She just needed her to confirm her suspicious.
"Talk me through it, Becs." Her voice was soft and calming but it still took Beca a long time to start talking. Eventually she broke the silence.
"I was on my way home from a friend's house one night. It was pretty late. I didn't hear them coming up behind me." Her voice was shaking now.
"Who was it?" Chloe asked, her grip on Beca's hand got tighter.
"Boys from my school. Older ones. Five of them. They tackled me, hit me and then four of them held me down while the fifth..." Her voice trailed off and her body shook with sobs. Chloe didn't need her to say anymore. She wrapped her arms around her and rested her chin on Beca's shoulder.
"It's okay, Becs." She was practically whispering. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." She said once Beca had calmed down. "I saw the way you reacted when that little boy shouted at the park today. You have a son, don't you?" After a pause, Beca wiped her eyes and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She flipped through the pictures on it and clicked on a picture of a little boy.
"His name is Ben." She said handing Chloe the phone. "He's four and my Dad's been helping me bring him up. He made sure I could finish high school and so that I could go to college. He even made me stay in a dorm and join a club so I could have a social life. So I could have friends again."
"He's gorgeous Becs. You must miss him a lot." Chloe handed back the phone.
"All the time." She said, smiling at the photo. "He's such a good kid."
"You have tonight off. Why don't you go and see him? In fact, can I come with you?" Chloe said. Beca moved away from Chloe and turned to face her.
"You wanna come with me?" Her eyebrows were raised slightly.
"I want to meet him Becs. I meant what I said earlier. I like you and this doesn't change anything. Please, may I meet him?" Beca's face broke into an enormous grin and she threw her arms around the redhead.
"I'd love that." She said softly into the mass of red hair that her face was buried in. "Wait, please don't tell the other girls yet. Or anyone in fact. I'll tell them when I'm ready." Beca said, ending the hug. Chloe nodded.
"Come on then, let's go see your son."