A/N: The fact that I'm stuck in my other fic, I'm sick and missing work... At a new job, and my asthma is trying to kill me, has me seriously down in the dumps right now. Idk if this is any good, I'm struggling. Please let me know?

When Beca woke the next morning, she instantly bolted up, not recognizing the room she was in, or the bed. She moved the blankets, to find herself still fully clothed. Aside from her shoes. Her breathing of course, had instantly become erratic and it wasnt until she looked to her right, that she saw the note on the opposite pillow. She reached out a shaky hand and grabbed it.

Good morning Becs! No rush, when you are ready, there are some fresh clothes on the dresser. Take your time, and meet us in the livingroom for breakfast :) -Chloe

She smiled lightly at the note before looking up to see a small pile of clothes on the dresser. She didn't know how long it had been since Chloe woke up and left her the note, and she didn't want to be rude by staying in bed any longer than she needed too. She slowly got up and walked over picking up the clothes. She sighed as she held up the short sleeved shirt. There was no way she could wear that right now. She put the clothes back down, and opted to just skip over changing. Hoping Chloe wouldnt ask to many questions. She already knew she was going to have to talk about what happened the day before, and how she got the black eye.

She looked over to see a small vanity, with a mirror and walked over, running her fingers through her hair until it didn't look like she had just rolled out of bed, then after clearing the smudge of eye liner from under her eyes she took a deep breath and made her way out of the room.

She walked quietly down the hall way, the smell of multiple different foods hitting her, coffee being one of them. She could hear the soft sound of music playing and it made her smile slightly.

As she walked into the living room, she expected to see Chloe, and Stacie, it being her apartment, but what she was met with was someone who she definitely wasn't ready or expecting to see.

Aubrey looked up from where she was typing something into her phone when she saw movement.

She slowly stood as Beca noticed her, and watched as the smaller girls face turned from tired and almost relaxed, to anxious and uncomfortable, the bruise on her face, sticking out very vibrantly against her light skin.

Becas eyes darted from side to side, looking for Chloe, or Stacie, or a clear path to run.

Aubrey must have found out Chloe was with her, and now she was here to yell at her. Or kick her out of the Bellas.

She stepped back as Aubrey stood and walked toward her, her eyes immediately locking on the floor.

"Beca?" Came a calm tone. She glanced up.

"I'm sorry, I told her to forget about me, I told her to focus on herself, like you said. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." She rushed out.

Aubreys face fell as she listened to Beca practically pleading with her. Her voice frantic, but cracking, as if she were trying not cry. She wouldn't look up for more than a couple seconds at a time.

Aubrey instantly felt the flood of guilt, she had been trying to contain hit her, as she looked at the smaller girl in front of her.

She did the first thing she would have done to Chloe, if her best friend had been this upset. She reached out and wrapped her in a hug.

Beca tensed and Aubrey felt it, making her pull away. "Beca,look at me, please?" She asked softly.

Beca slowly raised her eyes to meet Aubryes, but she didn't hold eye contact for very long.

"I'm sorry, Beca. I'm so sorry I judged you, and treated you the way I did."

Beca looked up again, slightly confused.

"It was wrong of me, and I hope you can forgive me?"

She looked up at the green eyes that were much softer than she had ever seen them. "It's okay." She said lightly, and for the first time, Aubrey smiled at her.

Stacie and Chloe who had been in the kitchen, heard Aubrey speaking, and made their way to the door. Chloe watched carefully, making sure Beca was alright.

The shorter brunette looked over her shoulder, to see Stacie and Chloe, and as soon as her eyes landed on Chloes light blue orbs, she felt herself relax. She looked back to Aubrey.

Stacie seeing that Chloe was getting fidgety, cleared her throat and Beca and Aubrey looked over.

"Aubrey, would you mind helping me in the kitchen, please?" She asked. The blonde nodded and turned back to Beca.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" She asked.

Beca smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, please."

Aubrey smiled back and reached out, giving her arm a light squeeze, and turned around to leave. She missed Beca wincing in pain and pulling her arm slightly behind her.

Chloe however, did see this. Though, she chose not to immediately comment on it.

"thank you, Bree." She said softly as the blonde passed her. Aubrey winked and followed Stacie into the kitchen.

"How did you sleep?" Chloe asked as she walked over to Beca who hadn't moved.

"It was my father." She blurted, making Chloe stop and stare at her with wide eyes.

She released a shaky breath, and Chloe knew that if it hadn't come out like that, she wouldn't have told anyone at all.

She walked over and gently led Beca to sit on the couch.

"I know it was, but, I'm still glad you trusted me enough to tell me." She said and reached her hand out, to gently run her soft fingers over the bruise. Beca kept her eyes on Chloe, she didn't tense, or move away. She didn't flinch or wish Chloe would stop. It was a nice feeling. Her fingers were soft, and gentle. And gone to soon.

"Are you okay, talking about this now?" Chloe asked, as she could hear Aubrey and Stacie in the kitchen.

She nodded. "I owe you an explanation, and if I don't tell you now, I don't think I ever will."

She said softly. Chloe scooted closer to her and took her hand. "Then, I'm listening." She said.

Beca looked down at their hands, and after a moment,gave Chloes a light squeeze.

"Where should I start?" She asked.

Chloe smiled, "How about, start with what happened yesterday?" She said. "And we will get that taken care of before we start opening other doors."

Beca nodded. She knew this was it. She was going to completely open up to Chloe, even more than she already had. But, it wasn't only Chloe. It was Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey. She wasn't sure why she was doing this. Why she suddenly decided she should talk. To tell her life stories. Her fear, nightmares, and the hell her life had been.

"Yeah, okay." She nodded and right then Stacie and Aubrey came in holding cups of coffee.

Aubrey stopped when she realized what was happening. "Oh, shit, um... Sorry, should we go?" She asked.

Chloe looked at Beca.

The smaller brunette looked at Aubrey for a second, and then shook her head. "I don't want to have to explain it more than this, so you might as well stay. I mean, Stacie, you are already involved, and Since I have stolen your best friend, it's only fair you know too." She said.

"You didn't steal me from anyone." Chloe said as she took one of the cups from Aubrey and handed it to Beca. She took it and could see the steam coming off of it. She looked at it for a moment, feeling her vision blur a bit. It would be just hot enough, to burn her skin. To remind her that she was nothing, and the only time she could or should feel, is when she was hurting.

"Beca?" She looked up to see Chloe looking at her in concern.

"You okay? You went away there, for a second."

Beca nodded. "I'm okay." She said, and brought the cup to her lips, taking a generous gulp, feeling it burn her tongue and throat and all the way down into her stomach. Her eyes watered slightly.

Chloe saw this and was about to say something when she spoke.

"My father, was...is...very upset that I am here. I will stain his perfect reputation, if anyone of his co workers or his Wife, find out that I am here."

Aubrey had sat down on the floor at Stacie's feet, with Stacie in the chair again.

They all listened intently as they sipped their coffee. "As you already know, Chloe,

I haven't seen or heard from him, since I was around 11. When he signed over his parental rights. What I didn't tell you, was after that, through all the Foster homes I went too, I really did my best in school. I focused hard on my studies, and I graduated high school with a 3.8 GPA." Aubrey looked rather impressed by this and Chloe smiled.

I could have let what my Mothers death, and my Fathers abuse and abandonment, completely ruin me. But, even through that, and everything that happened in the Foster system,"

"What happened?" Stacie asked.

Chloe looked over at her.

Beca looked down. "One story at a time?" She asked softly. Stacie looked at Chloe who was giving her a look that said it wasn't the time, and she nodded.

"Of course, I'm sorry. Continue." Stacie said and Beca looked up.

"I, I didn't want it all to affect me in a way that would ruin my chances of having a healthy life. I applied to Colleges all over the country, and I got accepted here. I know I don't look like the type to care about school, or anything like that. But, with out an education these days..." She looked down.

"I was able to take out loans for tuition, and my checks from the radio station go towards that."

Chloe looked Beca over, seeing how skinny she was, remembering the small amount of cash she had. It made sense now.

"I didn't know this was the college he works at, and when he saw my name on a schedule, he lost it. That was the day he came to my Dorm and you sent him away." She said to Chloe. Aubrey looked over to Chloe.

Chloe scooted closer to Beca, seeing she was beginning to get upset.

"He came back, yesterday. He forced his way into the room and locked the door. He told me that I was going to drop out, and leave Town. That he didn't want my Tarnished name, anywhere near his. He didn't want anyone knowing that somebody as trashy as me, could have any relation to him."

She was tearing up now. Aubrey had place her hand over her mouth, Stacie was gripping her coffee cup dangerously tight, and she could feel Chloe shaking.

"I told him that I wasn't leaving, and to leave me alone or I would call campus security, and...he hit me." She said and motioned to her cheek. "He pushed me around the room a bit, and threatened to have me kicked out, if I didn't leave willingly. I, I was able to get out of the room, and outside, but he caught up to me. That's when you guys got there." She said.

Chloe opened her arms, and Beca instantly curled into her, needing the comfort she knew the redhead could give her.

"I won't let him hurt you, Beca, and you're not going anywhere. You deserve to be here, and I'm so proud of you." She said.

Aubrey stood up and walked over, taking Becas other side and gently placing her hand on her leg.

"I'm proud of you too, Beca. I don't know exactly what has happened to you, but, I know it was bad, I know it still is. And you are amazing to still be trying this hard. You are doing well, Beca. And I'm here for you too." She smiled. Chloes eyes teared up as she listened to her best friend be so sweet and gentle toward Beca.

"Me too!" Stacie almost yelled. And hurried over making them all giggle. "I'm here too, Becs, and I think you are totally awesome. And, I swear if I ever see that douche bag, or any douche bags hands on you like that again... I will bury them where no one will ever think to look." She said with a completely straight face.

"You're kind of scary." Chloe said slowly.

They all laughed.

"Thank you, Stacie. And...thank you too, Aubrey." She said almost shyly as she looked at the blonde, who 24 hours ago hated her guts, was now looking at her with care and admiration.

"Of course, Beca. And, my friends, call me Bree." She smiled.

Chloe smiled widely and Beca blushed slightly. She wasn't used to having anyone that cared for her, or about her, and now she was literally almost in a pile, of three girls who did care for her. Who wanted to help her, and be there for her. She had friends.

She smiled back.

"Okay, thanks, Bree."