December 10th - 7:30PM

It's the day of your grandma's funeral. And instead of sobbing uncontrollably, you find yourself smiling. It's a faint smile, but a smile none the less. You're smiling because even though she's dead, she looks the best she has in so long. You're smiling because she isn't suffering from lung cancer anymore, and you're happy she's in a better place. You're smiling because of the memories you two shared with one another, and you couldn't have asked for a better grandma.

As you look down, you glance over the new tattoo you decided to get 3 days prior. It's on the same arm as your grasshopper tattoo and is now placed on your wrist. The elegant cursive displays "Strength." You decided to get it because she once told you something when you were very young, and it had always stayed with you.

"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."

So when your father tried to choke your mother, you claimed it was inner-strength that lead you to smashing a chair over his head, and calling the police. He told you he'd hate you for an eternity, but you didn't care, beside your grandmother, your mom was the person you cherished most in life and you wouldn't want anything to happen to her.

But you thought back to the time you almost got gang raped, and you got mad at yourself for being so weak in protecting your own self. You could protect other people, but you couldn't even protect yourself. If Jessie and his 3 big brothers hadn't looked in that alley and saw the commotion when they were walking back from the movies, then you probably wouldn't even be alive. And, sometimes you do wish you were dead, life is so hard, but you have to remember that you have to be strong for your mom. Her heart would be broken into a million pieces if she heard you were dead...and she'd probably try to kill herself as well.


Rewind -December 6th- 9:05AM - Back at Barden

It had been 4 days since anyone had last heard you. And, everyone was starting to get a little weary, especially...Chloe. She still continued to call never losing hope, but never received an answer. The bellas would be a little more worried if it hadn't been for you leaving at random times and not returning for days. It was normal for you not to show up sometimes. But they all agreed it was like you had fallen off the face of the earth, and they started feeling guilty as well for getting wasted on your birthday instead of celebrating the sober way.

No one knew the pressure Aubrey was under for keeping Beca's secret. Do you know how painful it is not being able to tell anything because you absolutely gave your word you wouldn't?

So she had to lie, or else everyone would be covered in chunks.

Quietly Aubrey mentioned that you were over at your aunts...

And of course someone had to question you, and of course it would be Chloe. She was strangely over-curious when speaking of you. But you didn't know that, cause you were never around when they spoke of you.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Her eyebrows furrowed and her voice a little too defensive

Shit "...Uh...She tex-texted me." That was a lie

Tension filled the room as the Bellas watched Aubrey, who was watching Chloe

When Chloe heard this she felt her blood boiling, and as she walked off she shouted "Yeah, when I want to call and text her she doesn't even answer, but then she texts you, of all people. You guys aren't even best f-" but that part was unheard because the door slammed shut behind her. It was so...strange, Chloe had a fling like every weekend, yet she was acting like a jealous girlfriend over Beca. As everyone filed out Aubrey sat down shaking her head

"If only you knew, what had happened with her..."

Aubrey continued lying to the bellas about how you were doing fine and such, and every time Aubrey mentioned you, Chloe got up and stormed off. This was an everyday occurrence, and now it was like Aubrey was doing it on person just to test Chloe. Something was up with Chloe, she just needed to figure it out.

It had been 5 days since the funeral and you were feeling a lot better, mostly because your mind wasn't on Chloe. But your mood dropped as you remembered the night that you celebrated your birthday with the bellas. You were in your car as you checked your phone and Oh God...

*87 Missed calls* *119 New messages*

Of course the majority would be from Chloe, and at first she seems worried but then she starts getting malicious, then downright rude

-"Beccccss I miss you so so much, please come back!" :Chloe

-"Seriously, Beca, where are you?" :Chloe

-"Beca! Why aren't you here with meee?" :Chloe

-"Hope you're ok, miss you xx." :Chloe

-"Short-stack! Where ya at?." :Amy

"Wow, Beca, you're not gonna answer me?" :Chloe

"Beca, I'm not fucking playing." :Chloe

"What's your fucking problem!?." :Chloe

"Yeah, you're the fucking worst friend ever, have fun at your damn aunts." :Chloe

"STOP TEXTING AUBREY AND ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!." :Chloe

"I'M SO FUCKING DONE WITH YOU, IT'S NOT FAIR HOW YOU ANSWER TO HER AND NOT TO ME, YOU FUCKED UP OUR FRIENDSHIP. I'M DONE WITH YOUR DUMBASS. HAVE A NICE LIFE, TTYN, BITCH." :Chloe

When you read the last text, which was sent 17 minutes ago, you were crying tears of anger. How could your best friend be such a heartless bitch to you? You needed to talk to Aubrey about all of this A.S.A.P