Chapter 7
The next morning, Chloe had to go back to work. So Beca was home alone with Rory. She had finally, after weeks, gotten the call that she begins her new job at LA Star Records the following Monday. Beca was wary now, of both her and Chloe working. If Rory continues to stay with them, they'll need to enrol her in school and make sure she'll be okay waiting for them to come home. The brunette was scared about leaving the teen, especially in the emotional state she was in now. But she couldn't ask for time off when she hadn't even started.
"Morning squirt." Rory walked into the kitchen to see Beca with a coffee in hand.
"Morning Beca…" Rory says quietly while sitting on the other bar stool.
"Everything alright Rory?" "Mmh" Beca wasn't convinced. She had a blank stare behind her grey eyes.
"Do you want something for breakfast? There's cereal, or I could attempt to make pancakes if you want?"
"Not hungry." Beca sighed. Chloe and her still couldn't get Rory to eat much more than a few bites here and there.
"Please Rory, talk to me, why won't you eat?"
"I told you I'm not hungry" the small blonde says, her tone cold. She turns and heads back up to her room.
Beca pinches the bridge of her nose, how did Chloe get through to this girl?
Chloe had only a few clients to see that day, but during her breaks, her mind kept wandering to Beca and Rory. To ease her worries, Chloe sent a text to her wife.
Hey Becs, hope everything is going ok with Rory. If not, call me. Love you xx
The red head goes back to filing in some paper work on her last client and begins straightening up the bright cushions on her couch when she hears the slight buzz of her phone.
Don't worry Chlo, minor hiccups, but I got this. Love you too x.
The text brings some comfort to the woman, at least enough to finish her day.
Rory had gone back to 'her' room. The guest room, that she had been staying in. The petite girl climbed up onto the bed and sobbed. Why can't I be happy? Why am I so selfish that I can't appreciate what Chloe and Beca have done for me? She sat up and pulled her thick curls into a bun on top of her head. Going over to the mirror, Rory saw a girl who she didn't recognize, purple bags under her sunken, grey eyes. The scars were over nearly every inch of her body. Rory pulls up her shirt by the hem, to reveal ribs that you could count. The girl runs her fingers over them, they make their down to the scar she despises most. 'Worthless' spreads its way across her stomach in jagged, faded scars.
Aurora suddenly hears a knock at her door and hurriedly pulls down her shirt. Beca walks in cautiously as Rory tries to hide the evidence of her breakdown.
"Hey…" she says as she wipes her eyes.
"Hey Rory, do you wanna come watch a mo- Are you okay?" Beca's eyebrows furrow in concern for the tiny teen.
"Uh Huh, I'm fine" Rory's voice breaks as she lies through her teeth.
"Aurora, you can trust us. I know you have been distancing yourself from Chloe in your sessions as well. We want to help you, we care, we won't hurt-" Beca inches closer to the girl, in attempt to gain her trust.
"NO, no. Believe me. I know that no one cares, you say you do, but then you leave. Just like everyone else in my life. I'm not risking getting hurt again Beca. I can't take any more pain, please just leave me be." tears were now freely flowing from Rory's eyes.
"Rory…look at me. Aurora, please look at me" slowly the grey meet the blue.
"Do you really think that Chloe and I would have offered you a room if we didn't care? We care, so much. You need love, you need care. We can give you that. But you need to let us in Rory. I promise you, I will never, never hurt you. I understand how you're feeling, trust me. I want to help you get the life you deserve. Aurora trust us. Please."
Though everything in her being telling her not too, Aurora bounds into Beca's arms that encase her warmly. She opens her heart and sobs into the shoulder of the taller brunette.
"Hey, Hey, shhh. I'm here. I'm never leaving you. I promise."
As Beca hears a small, heartbreaking 'thank you' from Rory, she hopes to God that she can deliver on that promise.
The pair stand, embracing each other for what seems like hours. Beca moves them to the bed where she plays with the tangled mess of blonde curls that had half fallen out of the girls ill-attempt at a bun. Absentmindedly, to calm them both down, Beca begins to sing.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Chloe walks into the apartment, where it's eerily quiet.
"Rory? Beca?" The woman makes her way to the lounge room, then to the bedrooms where, in Rory's room, she finds her wife asleep with the teen curled up into her side. Chloe smiles to herself, and snaps a photo on her phone. I could get used to coming home to this.
The song is "Fix You" By cold play, which is where the story title and idea spawned from.
Thank you all for sticking by this story while I deal with my mess of personal issues. I know there has been a lot of angst in this story so far, but you don't go through what Rory did and be all sunshine and rainbows. Also, hopefully you are getting a hint at Beca's past. Reviews help me more than you think, so review away! I appreciate story ideas and constructive criticism.
What Beca says to Rory is something similar to what I had said to me by one of my teachers after I experienced something. I hope it conveyed the emotion I was going for.
