AN/ Well then, I've got to say it's been a long time since I've had the time to upload to any of my fics on here, let alone even consider starting up a new one, nevertheless here we are. It's been over a year guys! Imagine that!
So this is my new fic and i hope you all enjoy it!
To keep with tradition, I really hope it doesn't suck too much :)
"I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats..."
- Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood
"And stay the fuck away from me and my kids!" Beca screamed, slamming the door in the face of her – now – ex-husband.
"Our kids!" a muffled cry retorted from behind the door, and Beca opened it up, glaring at Jesse in utter disgust.
"My kids." She emphasised. "You lost the right to parenthood when you started fooling around with that slutty little blonde."
"But Bec – "
"Don't call me Bec – "
" – We agreed things weren't going so well…"
"Well maybe, Jesse," she spat, hands flying like they always did when she was stressed, "you might've considered talking to me to be a better option than sleeping around."
"It only happened once!"
"In our bed!" Beca shrieked and it took all her resolve not to slap the man. "How many times, Jesse? Go on. Say it. I dare you. How many times did you run off to hers when things here were less than great?"
Jesse just stared at her in dismay, defenceless and lost for words. He knew he'd done wrong. There was no reasoning with Beca when every word she said was true.
"And there's the proof."
"I'm sorry Beca – "
"Just go, Jesse. I don't have the energy left to argue with you."
"But what about the kids?"
"My kids." She repeated. "I'll get in touch with my lawyer and we can discuss sorting that when things are settled."
"What does that mean?"
In response, Beca silently pulled the wedding ring of her finger, letting it escape her grip and fall to the ground.
"It means I'm done with this."
As her husband's jaw dropped, Beca nodded stiffly and stepped back into the house, the door clicking shut behind her.
Chloe noticed the car pull up outside before Aubrey did. It was unusual for the two girls to have guests at this time, especially on a Sunday evening.
"Hey Bree," the redhead called. "You expecting someone?"
"No why?" the blonde asked, stepping out the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel. "What's occurring?"
"Just a car outside and I'm at a loss for why."
"Probably just someone visiting a neighbour, don't sweat."
"The guy in it looks a bit distressed Bree," Chloe added, straining her eyes to get a better look at him. "Almost like he's been crying…"
An exasperated sigh came from behind her as Aubrey approached the ginger, peering out of the window. "Oh fuck," she whispered from under her breath, barely audible.
"What's up Bree?" Chloe asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Why is he here?" she muttered, entering full panic mode as she ran to her bedroom and pulled on joggers and a sweat, beyond caring that they didn't match.
"Bree who is he?"
"He shouldn't be here. What the fuck is he doing here?"
"Bree?"
"Jesse for fuck's sake why aren't you with your wife?"
"Bree answer me!"
The blonde opened the door, stepping onto the lawn, her redheaded friend in hot pursuit, brimming with questions that went ignored by Aubrey.
She made a beeline for the car, opening the driver's side. "Jesse?"
"Can I stay here a while?" the brown haired man asked, eyes flooded with tears.
"Aubrey what the fuck is going on?"
"What happened Jess?" the blonde crooned, gently wiping away the tears from the man's eyes. "Let it out baby…"
"Baby?" Chloe asked. "Who the fuck is this?"
"She found out," Jesse stammered, face burning a furious shade of red. "Bree what have I done?"
"It's okay Jess, let's get you out of this car. Of course you can stay here."
"Who found out?" Chloe shouted. "Aubrey Posen you tell me right now what the fuck is going on."
"His wife found out!" The blonde roared, turning to face her best friend. "His fucking wife found out he's been dating me for the last six months."
"Six months? What the hell Aubrey?"
"Jesse has been trying to get a divorce."
"And you didn't think you might've told me about this?"
"Chloe I couldn't. Nobody knew."
"Not even his fucking wife," she declared, turning to face the stranger. "You're a fucking disgrace," she added, before making her way inside, leaving the couple stood on the lawn.
"Well she's fiery," Jesse declared, watching the redhead's retreating form.
"That's our Chloe I guess," Aubrey shrugged, pulling the man into a hug. "I'm sorry about Beca, is there anything I can – "
"Be my lawyer?" Jesse asked, as the blonde recoiled.
"Your what?"
"My lawyer. Please don't let me lose my kids."
"I'll try," she whispered, shivering slightly in the breeze. "Let's go in and get you settled."
Back at the Swanson household, Beca sat on the sofa, blanket draped over her shoulders as she cried over old photos.
Old Barden photos from sophomore year when the Bellas and Trebles went to San Francisco.
A picture of her and Jesse the day Toby was born.
Her and Jesse on their wedding day, a baby bump prominent from under her dress while her two- year old son ran riot in the background.
Toby and Natalie at Disneyland aged four and six.
Jesse with the twins in their stroller; Zach and Cody both mirroring their father's goofy grin.
Jesse with the four of their kids, a midsummer water fight forever frozen in a polaroid.
Her and Jesse on their anniversary, but a mere month ago, on their first truly kid free break in the nine years they'd been married.
Not that it mattered to Jesse, it would appear, seeing as he was sleeping with that Posen woman.
Fucking Jesse. Her best friend turned lover. He'd betrayed her. After insisting she could trust him.
What a plot twist in her silver screen life. The college sweetheart and father of her four perfect children had abandoned his family. They never show you that when the credits roll after the 'happily ever after'.
A picture of her and Jesse beamed mercilessly at her from the wall.
She took it into the back garden and threw it straight on the barbecue, making her way back into the house to find a lighter.
Scrambling through one of the kitchen drawers she found a box of matches. They'd do well enough.
Minutes later a sizable fire had been started in the barbecue, and Beca glared at the flames, watching as one of many painful reminders of her husband went up in smoke.
Remembering many of her husband's belongings were upstairs, she found some old DVDs and a Treblemakers hoodie, deciding those would suffice to add to her homemade bonfire.
Mesmerised, she found a sense of grim satisfaction as the flames started to grow, engulfing the fuel and spiting out more merciless anger.
That would teach him, she thought to herself, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Glancing at the clock, Beca decided she ought to go clean herself up and calm down before the kids came home from their day out with Fat Amy. She couldn't have them seeing her like this.
How the fuck did she explain this mess to them?
AN / And cut... what did we make of that? What would we like to see in this story? I have a few ideas but it always interests me to find out what other people think and to draw inspiration from you guys! Drop a like, follow or review to see more!
Constructive criticism is always appreciated guys and reviews are love, so when I get two reviews I'll get my next chapter posted :)
Until then,
- EJP