Aubrey had exited the shower, wearing the jeans and tshirt that Stacie had left in the bathroom for her. She walked out to find Stacie perched on the bed waiting for her.

She stopped for a moment, before collecting herself and walked past Stacie around the bed and over to the closet. The brunette didn't speak, she just watched Aubrey as she grabbed a pair of socks and shoes and and put them on. She was still a bit wobbly but sobering up quickly.

She was trying to piece together why she had behaved the way she did, why she had done what she did to Chloe and hoping her girlfriend was okay.

She didn't speak as she she grabbed a jacket and put it on before heading back into the bathroom and tying her damn hair into a loose bun. It was when she turned to Leave the bathroom that she stopped and took a step back. Stacie had left the bed and was now standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

She normally had no quarrels with the younger girl, she resented her and was eternally grateful for how ,ugh she had helped Beca. Stacie had been through a lot too. Beaten half to death and put in a coma by the same man that hurt her, Chloe and Beca.

If anyone knew the three and could understand them, it was Stacie. Aubrey was aware of how Stacie handles situations such as these.

she had seen how she handled Beca when she had began to spiral and if being ripped away from Chloe, thrown to the ground and then forced into a freezing shower was any indication, she knew Stacie was going to handle this the same way.

Standing a foot away from her, the usually confident Aubrey couldnt bring herself to look the girl in the eyes.

"Going somewhere?" The brunette asked.

Aubrey glanced up momentarily. "Uh, yes, actually I was going to go down to the shore, and-"

"You are not leaving this room, let a lone this house." Stacie said calmly.

Aubrey's brow furrowed.

"Don't tell me what I will and will not do. Don't try and control me, Stacie." She growled.

Stacie stood up a bit taller. "Aubrey, I'm not sure if you are aware of what just happened," she said in a patronizing tone. Of course she was angry, what she walked in on had her fuming, but she knew in her heart, Aubrey wouldn't have purposely hurt Chloe. She wouldn't have gone to far. What she did was inexcusable, but, she knew Aubrey.

"But, you really are not leaving this room. At least for a little while. So just make yourself comfortable, I'll stay here with you, Beca and Chloe are right downstairs."

Aubrey took a deep breath. The images of Chloes face popping into her mind. The fear, the confusion, the uncertainty as Aubrey held her down, yelling at her. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked up at Stacie.

"Okay." She said softly. Stacie smiled sympathetically and wrapped an arm around her, leading her to the bed.

"Just rest, Bree." She said. "You are going to be alright."

Aubrey nodded as she lay back into the pillows. So many pillows. Chloe was obsessed with them, there were at least seven on the bed. Usually it annoyed the blonde, so many pillows in the way, right now it comforted her and she grabbed one, pulling it too her and hugging it tightly.

"Would you like something to eat?" Stacie asked as she pulled the blanket up, coving the blonde. She sniffled and nodded slightly.

Stacie nodded and gave her arm a comforting squeeze. "Okay. I'll be right back." She said and walked across the room to the door, looking back to see Aubrey muzzle her face into the pillow as she held it against her. She had seen a lot of things, but Aubrey in this condition was something she had never, or thought she would ever see. It broke her heart to see her so upset and vulnerable. With a sigh she opened the door and walked out, closing it behind her.

Beca had still been with Chloe on the couch and looked up as Stacie walked down the stairs. The longer she sat holding onto Chloe as she silently cried, the angrier she seems to get. Stacie had just hit the bottom stair when Beca sat up. Chloe held on to her tightly and looked up with red eyes.

"I'll be right back, love-"

Stacie looked over, stopping before she entered the kitchen at the sound of Becas voice.

"Don't leave me." Chloe almost pleaded as she clung to Beca.

Beca looked at her and seeing how upset she was, how scared she seemed to be, just field the fire.

"I promise, I will be right back. I'm just going to go talk with her for a moment."

Stacie walked over.

"Becs, I don't thing that's a good idea right now."

Beca looked at her. "I need to talk to her." She said flatly giving no room for argument.

Stacie sighed.

"Its okay, Chlo, I will stay with you." Stacie said and sat on the couch on Chloes other side.

Beca gently took Chloes face and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you, I will be right back, okay?"

Chloe nodded and slowly let her go. She felt safe in Becas arms, and she hated letting her go, but was a bit surprised when Stacie instantly pulled her into her and held her as Beca had. That sense of safety and comfort returned slightly as Beca stood up. She saw the two exchange grateful glances as Beca walked toward the stairs. She stopped short as a gun shot echoed outside.

Stacie's eyes grew and she stiffened. Beca looked toward the windows. And another rang out.

She looked to see how nervous Stacie had become.

"Hunters." She said. "It's normal to hear gunshots, these woods are full of deer and elk." She explained. She noticed Chloe only stiffened for a moment before relaxing again.

Stacie nodded and sat back as Beca slowly climbed the stairs.

If only they knew how wrong she was about the gun shots or that Bumper was right outside the front door, waiting.

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Jesse walked briskly through the trees, holding Alex. She stopped crying, and let her head fall on his shoulder as he walked, watching Stacie and Donald's house disappear behind them.

"It's gonna be okay, Ali, let's go get Mama, and go home." He said softly. She didn't answer him, didn't acknowledge he had even spoken. He didn't take it to heart, after all she had just seen someone get killed. He reached his hand up, gently rubbing her small back in a comforting gesture. She would forget about that day, he was sure of it.

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Aubrey looked up from the pillow as the door opened, expecting to see Stacie, instead, Beca walked through the door, closing it behind her.

Aubrey instantly sat up, letting go of the pillow.

Beca walked across the room slowly. Seeing how uncomfortable Aunrey had become the moment she saw her, and knowing why.

She made her way over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving about two feet between them.

She didn't speak right away. She looked down, twisting the ring they had given her all those years ago. Aubrey watched her, silently.

"Aubrey, I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you these past couple days. I'm sorry about what happened to you. It is absolutely terrible and heartbreaking to know that this happened to you. I would give anything to take away the pain I know you are feeling. I would never have wishes in a million years for you or Chloe or anybody to know what something like this does to you. To know the feeling that it leaves you with."

Aubrey listened to Beca wiping away the few tears that fell from her eyes.

"I don't understand, why you wanted me gone. I don't understand why it lead to Stacie taking me to her house, taking Alex from her home, even if for a night." She said. Her voice beginning to crack. Aubrey wanted to speak, to apologize, and to tell Beca she wished she would have never said anything, that she wished she wouldn't have gone.

"But, more than all that. I don't understand what I came home too. Hearing Chloe screaming when we came in," Aubrey closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. "Hearing her say that you were hurting her, then walking in here to find you..." She trailed off, She was shaking, she wanted so badly to grab the blonde and shake her, and demand what the hell was going through her head.

"Aubrey.." She said and she looked up at her. "I don't understand why you did this. What were you trying to do?"

It was a question. And she knew Beca expected an answer. Her head was buzzing, she wanted to speak, but not say the wrong thing. She wanted apologize, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beg forgiveness and ask for help. She couldn't.

"I...I was showing her..." She whispered shakily.

Beca shook her head. "What?"

Aubrey ran her hand back through her hair pulling the bun out and letting her hair fall. "She kept asking, telling...me to talk to her, and I couldn't. She wanted to know, she wanted to know what I was feeling..." She said as she pushed the blankets back.

Beca could see Aubrey was beginning to get upset. "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking right, and I got angry. I never would have hurt her, Beca." She almost growled, as she got out of the bed. Beca stood up and turned watching her walk over to the window. Her own anger coming out.

"But you did Aubrey." She said. "You did hurt her. Why on earth would you think that it was the right way to show her? What the hell possessed you to-"

Aubrey flipped around, her face turning red.

"I don't know!" She yelled. She honestly didn't, and it was angering her that she couldn't control her emotions, her actions.

"You have to know!" She yelled back. This wasn't how this was supposed to work they were supposed to be happy. That's why they were there. That's why they had lived in secrecy the last five years. This wasn't supposed to happen. "I need to understand!"

"Beca, you need to go." Aubrey said suddenly.

She looked at her in disbelief. "No. You need to sit down and breathe. Calm yourself down, I'm not going anywhere."

"Beca, get out!"

The brunette set her jaw. "Why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me away? I thought that was my job!"

Aubrey stepped toward her. "I'm not going to ask you again." She warned.

"Don't do this Bree." Beca said a little calmer. "Don't push me away, please let me help you." She asked. It was all falling apart. They hadn't screamed at each other like this for so long, she couldn't remember the last time they had.

"I don't want your help. I want you to leave."

She was pushing her away. She wanted her to leave, but not because she didn't want her, but because she was angry, she was fuming and she didn't want this to escalate.

"I'm not leaving." Beca said crossing her arms defiantly.

Aubrey sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

"You need to calm down, and lay down for a bit, breathe.." Beca said in a much softer tone as she walked over and tried to take Aubrey's hand to lead her back to the bed.

She yanked her hand away and glared at her.

"I don't need to do anything. You need to stop telling me what to do. You and Stacie, both trying to control-"

"We are not trying to control you Aubrey! I'd that what you are so worked up about? You can't handle not having control! Can you, it's fucking killing you inside!"

Aubrey's vision started to blur. Why was Beca doing this?

"Get out." She said in a low tone.

"No."

Aubrey looked up and Beca saw her eyes flash dangerously. She recognized the look instantly but it wasn't one she ever saw on Aubrey, she took a small step back.

"Aubrey?" She asked.

"Get out, now." She said and moved forward, grabbing Becas arm roughly and yanked her toward the door.

Beca instantly went into defense mode and tried to pull her arm free, planting her feet.

"Aubrey! Let me go!" She yelled.

"I told you to get out!" Aubrey yelled back. "You never listen! It's not all you Beca, it's not always about you!"

Becas eyes were beginning to fill with tears. The angry look in Aubrey eyes, her grip on her arm, her mind flashed back, she couldn't stop the sudden onslaught of memories that hit her at once.

"Please stop! Let me go!" She practically screamed, a scream that traveled down the stairs and Chloe and Stacie instantly jumped from the couch.

She did all she could think of and twisted, shoving Aubrey hard and she let go, Beca moved to get away from her, but in a moment of pure anger retaliating from the shove, her vision going black, she shot her hand out, and from the hallway outside the room, the sickening sound of a slap echoed in their ears. Chloe burst through the door Stacie right behind her. Aubrey had just shot both her hands up, to cover her mouth in shock at what she had just done. Beca who had stumbled backward and landed on the edge of the bed, turned her face back to look at Aubrey with wide teary eyes.

Chloe was next to her instantly, pulling her into her arms, and away from the blonde who stood frozen, processing what had happened.

Stacie stood a few feet from her, her mouth open, staring at Aubrey in disbelief.

Chloe cradled Becas face in her hands, looking at the bright red mark across her cheek.

She turned disgusted eyes on Aubrey who took a step back, her stomach turning.

Before anyone had a chance to speak she removed her hands.

"I-I'm so sorry, Beca...I'm s-sorry, she gasped as her stomach lurched and she turned and pushed past Stacie bolting from the room and shooting down the stairs toward the door.

She messed up. She had to go, she had to run, how could she have done that? What the hell was wrong her? She actually hit her. She hit the girl she loved in yet another moment, of rage and with out being able to control herself. What the hell was happening to her? This wasn't normal, this wasn't how people delt with these things! Was it?

She made it to the front door and unlocked it, throwing it open and bolting out, not registering the alarms going off or the person just outside the door. She made down the stairs before something hit her, hard sending her tumbling to the ground. She lay there for a second, sobbing uncontrollably before getting onto her knees to stand. That's when she felt a hand fist in her hair and yank her head back. She looked up with teary vision to see her nightmare standing above her.

"Hello again." He smiled before he let her go and she felt an intense pain in her head and she hit the ground hard. She felt herself being flipped onto ear back and something covering ear mouth before she was lifted off the ground and being carried at quick pace away from the house, the last thing she saw was the front door wide open, the fading sound of an alarm going off. The distant pain in her chest of knowing she had ruined the best thing in her life, and this was her paying for it. She closed her eyes, letting the darkness take her.

A/N: and the time has come. Sorry not sorry for the interaction with Beca and Aubrey. Try not to hate me or our favorite blonde Bella? Please review!