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Chapter 21

Aubrey's POV

"Dad?!" I freeze in complete shock at seeing my dad and Sheila standing behind us. Their faces are smeared with disgust.

"Seriously Aubrey? What the fuck is this?" I hear my dad ask me angrily.

I stand there not knowing what to say. I wasn't expecting to see him at all again, especially not this soon. I also wasn't planning on making out with my girlfriend in front of him either. I feel Stacie put her arm on my shoulder. I turn to look at her. She has a comforting look on her face which is somehow also mixed with what I can only describe as a "I want to punch this man in the face because he's an asshole but he's also your dad" kind of look.

"I thought you were kidding about this" My dad is now gesturing wildly between Stacie and I with his hands "whole situation! Honestly Aubrey what do you think you are doing?! Especially going around flaunting this in everyone's face! Nobody wants to see any of that!" By this point I notice that there are a lot of people staring at us. I know I need to do something.

"Shut up." I hear myself say barely above a whisper.

"What did you just say to me?" A shocked expression makes its way across both my dad and Sheila's faces, before quickly returning back to the permanent look of disgust.

"I said shut up!" I say more loudly and confidently. I need to face my dad and what better time than right now I guess. My dad opens his mouth to say something but I quickly start talking. "Don't say another word! It's my turn to speak!" My dad backs down and looks a little embarrassed.

"I don't care what you have to say! I'm tired of caring about what you have to say to me. I've spent my whole life trying to be perfect, trying to make you proud, doing everything your way so that I could make you happy. I'm tired of it. Ever since mom died you've been almost impossible to please. I graduated top of my highschool class, gave the valedictorian speech and all I got from you was a "good job, but your GPA could've been higher. You only were valedictorian because your classmates are slackers''. I told you that I wanted to become a lawyer and you laughed at me and told me "Don't come crying to me when you don't pass the bar exam and you wasted all of those years of schooling." I couldn't even get a congratulations from you when I was picked to be the captain of the Bellas. What did you say to me then?" I pause to see if he will respond. He just stares at me. "What you don't remember? How about I jog your memory. I believe it went a little something like 'Why don't you call me when you are the captain of something real. You only got picked because there was only two of you left after you embarrassed the whole team at the competition of yours.' Do you know how hard it's been trying to meet your impossible standards? I'm tired, Dad. I just want to be happy and to have fun and enjoy my life. I've known I liked girls since middle school. I pushed it down so far because I knew it wouldn't fit into the cookie cutter mold you made for me. You know how much that affected me? I've been living a lie for years. Ever since I finally admitted it and started coming out I've finally felt happy, I've felt free. I also haven't been stressed out to the point of throwing up. Except for a couple days ago when I got into a huge fight with Beca. You know your other daughter that you disowned. You have wrecked us, shattered us. You know what though dad, you might have broken us but at least we have great people in our lives to help put us back together and we have each other. We might not be the same once we've been put back together, but at least we will be stronger and we have people there to help us if we start to break again. You however will always stay broken because you will be missing pieces of yourself that you probably won't get back unless you take a good long look at yourself and figure out what you want. I love Stacie. I've never loved someone as much as I love Stacie and I'm not going to hide it. I'm sick of hiding." I finished talking. I'm out of breath and realize that at some point I started crying.

Stacie pulls me into a hug. After a few seconds I pull away from it. I grab Stacies hand and lead her towards the door. As we move to leave I hear people applauding me. Before we can leave the owner of the restaurant stops us.

"Ladies you don't need to leave. Please stay and enjoy dinner, I'll give you dessert on the house!"

"Thank you, that's really kind of you, but I think it's best if we leave. I don't want to eat in the same room as my father right now." I reply and start to head towards the door again.

"Actually I don't think that should be a problem for you." I stop and look at her again. "See that woman talking to you father?" I look where she is pointing. I see my father's face turning red and he is looking angry again. "That is the other owner of this restaurant, and my wife. We don't want to serve people like him, so she is asking them to leave."

I feel a smile start to spread across my face. I look up at Stacie who is also wearing a giant grin. "Well Stace, what do you say then? Want to stay and eat here?"

"As long as you're comfortable Bree I'm fine with eating here." I nod my head.

"Great!" The owner claps her hands together. "I'll seat you ladies at your table then." She leads us past my dad further into the restaurant. Stacie and I both wave as we walk past him and Sheila being escorted to the door. We get led to the back of the restaurant to a secluded table for two.

I know that Stacie probably wants to talk about the whole thing with my dad, but she knows me well enough not to push. We order our food, then fall into easy conversation. Stacie talks to me about some physics class that she's in and is trying to explain some theory to me. We share lots of laughs and for a minute I forget everything that happened just earlier in the evening. I get lost in her laugh. I love every minute that we are together. I sit there for a minute and take everything in.

"Everything ok Bree?" I hear stacie ask. I didn't realize I had zoned out.

"Everything is perfect now." I reply. Stacie grabs my hand from across the table.

"I love you." She whispers to me then kisses my hand.

"I love you too."