She sobbed out openly, crying and crying. She didn't know what to do with herself. Just sobbing and sobbing she felt unsafe with herself. Chloe was losing the plot. Getting up slowly, she staggered up the stairs and into her bedroom, no longer wanting to be awake to endure this terror.

A week later…

Beca hadn't heard from Chloe once this week, and that was unusual for them. They always texted. She missed her badly. She had been texting but Chloe had never replied.

Beca: Chloeeeeee.

Beca: Chlo?

Beca: I'm bored. Entertain me.

Beca: Ok Chlo I'm worried now.

Beca: Chloe Beale reply to me right now.

Beca: So that didn't work.

Beca: C'mon Beale you're making me, who's not scared of anything might I add, feel scared.

Figuring Chloe was just busy she gave up texting her but something in her bones made her feel like she wasn't. So she sent one last text.

Beca: Chloe are you okay? I'm really worried about you.

She didn't get an immediate reply but the next day at 22:47 and Beca rushed to her phone.

Chloe: please come round

Beca: Are you okay? I'm on my way.

Chloe: no

Beca rushed into some clothes and brought some spare ones with her, running to her car and just chucking them in, getting into the driver's seat and speeding off to Chloe's house. Finally pulling up, she parked then scrambled to grab her stuff. She then jumped out the car, closing the door and running up to the door and knocking. Waiting impatiently she heard the door knob being turned. The door opened, but Chloe didn't open it fully and moved back to let Beca in. Beca frowned, pushing the door open and walking in.

"Chlo what's- my god."

She dropped her stuff and rushed toward the beaten, crying girl. Her eyes were red a puffy, tears like rivers streaming down her face, mixed in with blood. Her eye had turned black, taking on a dark purpley blue colour, and her lip was busted, bleeding out quite heavily. On her eyebrow, it had split open, the wound was dripping blood down her face. Luckily it wouldn't need stitches. Beca held the girl as she broke down; Chloe was so broken she couldn't even stand, she put all her weight on Beca, so Beca quickly grabbed her gently and carried her upstairs onto the bed.

She soothed the crying girl on her lap, as she just sobbed and sobbed into her. It seemed like it was endless. Seeing the bubbly, passionate girl Beca knew just break down like that and look so hurt and desperate it ripped apart Beca's heart. She couldn't have Chloe like this.

"Chlo I'm just gonna get a first aid kit and tend to you okay? I'll be right back." She whispered soothingly, in Chloe's ear, not wanting to talk loudly or unsettle her. Wandering into her bathroom she checked for the first aid bag in her cabinet and found it. She came back in and Chloe was sat up, but her back facing Beca. Beca couldn't help but frown, just at the sight of Chloe. She'd never seen the redhead upset to this extent. Even when she had her nodes.

Beca sat down gently, placing her hand underneath Chloe's chin and turning her face toward her. She got out an antiseptic wipe, and brought it to Choe's cuts and wounds.

"This might sting a little but it's for your own good." She bit her tongue, knowing causing Chloe any pain would hurt her too, but it needed to be done. Chloe closed her eyes but continued sniffing, as Beca gently dabbed them, cleaning her wounds and face, gently taking care of her.

Although Chloe was in pain, Beca's touch just seemed to make her feel better. Just the tiny brunettes hand underneath her chin sent electric feelings through her. She was thankful she had a friend like Beca. Beca was thankful she had a friend like Chloe.

She finished up by putting a plaster on Chloe's eyebrow then she pulled away.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No." Chloe lied.

Beca nodded then they fell into the first unsettling silence they've ever been in. It wasn't like the usual one's they'd sit in. It was different. It was the silence of a broken girl, and Beca didn't like it one bit.

"What happened…" Beca blurted out and regretted it afterward.

"I mean- you don't have to tell me, until you're ready, I- Sorry, just ignore me." She stumbled around, looking down.

Chloe looked at her, knowing she'd have to tell her what had happened. She sighed, reminiscing in her head.

Last Monday

Chloe ran around the house making sure it was tidy, trying to make sure she would get hurt. She cleared everything up. Then there was a knock. Her breath hitched; this was it.

"Hi." She greeted him at the door, with a small kiss on the cheek.
"Hey." He didn't smell of alcohol; Chloe was safe for today.

And she was right. When Tom wasn't drinking, he was a sweet loving boyfriend. Of course Chloe defended him and his actions. It was the alcohol. It wasn't him. If he didn't drink she'd have a good time with him.

That night he took her out to a restaurant. They were at a table eating in silence; her phone buzzed and interrupted the silence, causing Tom to look up. She got her phone out seeing she had a text from Beca.

"Babe put that away. Me and you time remember." He said in a low voice, frightening Chloe so she put her phone away. He picked up on her sensitivity.

"I do love you Chloe."

"Love you too." She quietly replied with a small smile. He just watched her for a while.

"Give me your phone."

"Sorry?"

"Can I have your phone please?"

She reluctantly gave it to him and he put it in his pocket.

"There. Just me and you."

He did that psychopathic grin he had and continued eating his food. Guilt and worry were the first emotions Chloe felt because she knew that Beca would freak out. They always spoke, and now Tom and banned from talking to her best friend. She had hoped he would give her phone back the next morning but half the week had gone and she realised she wasn't getting it back anytime soon. Her shifts of work started next week, so she was stuck in the house but luckily Tom had work of his own, in a department store so at least she wasn't stuck in the house with him.

Chloe had avoided and stayed out of trouble for most of the week until it was a Thursday night, and Tom turned up at home with an empty bottle of whiskey. She watched him cautiously as he staggered around the room dizzily, dropping the bottle and causing it to smash. He looked at Chloe. Thats when she knew she was screwed.

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU STUPD BITCH." Tom couldn't even say the word 'stupid' right. But Chloe understood what he said.

And Chloe was scared.

"T-Tom baby you've had a bit to drink a-a-and I think y-you should sleep. I'll cl-clean this up." She stuttered and spluttered, grabbing a brush and pan speedily.

He looked at her, swaying, trying to focus on her face. He picked up a shard from the shattered glass, then paced towards her. Her eyes went wide and she gasped but he already pinned her to the wall, the glass shard at her neck and his face in hers.

"You don't get tooo tell me when I'veee had enough." He prolonged words and huffed whilst saying 'enough', his whiskey drenched breath going in her face. He kept the shard against her neck until she had apologised about twenty times, then he finally released her.

"Now clean this shit up."

He didn't even care she was crying her eyes out but she quickly grabbed the brush and pan again and started sweeping it up. He kissed his teeth then kicked her in the side, making her fall into the pile of glass. She bit her lip feeling her hands cut up slightly and the agonising pain in the side of her stomach. He grunted in disgust then made his way on the sofa, flopping down on it and soon falling into a deep sleep. Chloe took the pieces and threw them in the bin, slightly hunching on one side and having her arm wrap around her stomach to hold the pain. She went up the stairs then curled up on her bed, squeezing her eyes shut and getting as small as she could.

Of course the next day he apologised for his actions and got her a single rose bud to make up for it, which she accepted and tried to pretend it never happened.

It was Sunday night though, when Tom really lashed out. He had been out drinking at the bar with the boys, chatting up girls who were trying to enjoy themselves, flirting and getting touchy with them. However he had been drinking, so of course he managed to bag a lift back with Bumper. Meanwhile Chloe had ran out of beers at home, and she hadn't bought any more; to be quite honest Chloe was pleased, alas, when Tom came home he expected the to be a never ending supply in her fridge so he grumbled at Chloe to get him another. But when the girl politely and sweetly told him they simply had no more, he got very angry.

He demanded she'd go find one but she couldn't. Unfortunately the nearest shop to Chloe was at least an hour away and it was getting late. So Chloe simply stated that fact, but Tom, being the angry drunk he was, didn't accept that answer.

So he beat her up.

Punches being thrown one after the after at her face and sides, being kicked on the legs and on the stomach, smashing his glass once again and slashing it in front of her, catching her eyebrow in the process.

Throughout the whole process Chloe remained emotionless, feeling as though all the tears she would of been crying out have already left her. She was tired and worn out, she knew not to put up a fight otherwise it would have been worse. So with that, she let him beat the absolute shit out of her with no fight whatsoever. Each punch and kick and slash pained her more than the first. She was losing her consciousness of what was going on, but she wasn't at the point of a blackout. She was just worn out. With one last kick he said he was leaving and won't be back until he says so. He dropped her phone next to her as she lay on the floor motionless. He said he gave it to her so he could keep in contact with her. She didn't reply, just remaining motionless apart from the fast approaching tears running down her face. She just stared blankly at the wall not making a sound.

Once the door slammed and Tom left, Chloe moved her shaking arm ever so slowly to her phone, then brought it to herself. She picked the name of the one she cared most about, and not bothering with grammar she texted

Chloe: please come round

Chloe looked at Beca, knowing she had just zoned out on her memories, and gave her a mere answer of,

"I got mugged."

A/N: Im so tired but I wanted to post so here we are! Might take a break, posting a new chapter everyday is very tiring and I dont want the content to become boring. Poor Chloe am I right? Tom you poohead! Will Beca every learn the truth, will Chloe ever tell her? Who knows. Lets hope Tom backs off huh, anyways leave any positive or negative feedback it'll all be accepted :) tell me how I can improve also, I feel like this chapter has room for improvement so any ideas will be accepted.

Also big thanks to the people who reviewed, Im glad you all like it!

See you next chapter :)