A/N Hey guys. Thanks for all the reviews. I am taking them into consideration, I promise. Just know that this is going to be slow burn. No matter what the end game is, it's going to take a while. No Chloe in this chapter, just mentions of her. We can't really have good angst until we get Beca feeling again, and we can't get that without the Bellas! And yes. They are both so broken. Which is why I named it Broken lol. I don't want quick forgiveness here for Chloe.

Whether Beca takes her back or not, she will suffer. That's just how it's going to be. If they end up back together, they would have to work through a lot of shit. I hate it when people take someone back, but they're still not over the infidelity. That's not fair to anyone. And let's face it, Beca will want revenge in some form. Who wouldn't? Ok maybe some people wouldn't, but I would, and I'm writing it so... Revenge it is lol.

Anyways. Please enjoy. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think. It helps.

Unrelenting forces.

"What the fuck me? What the fuck you? What the hell are you doing here Stacie!" Beca was pissed. Stacie fucking Conrad just slapped her! Wait! I'm pissed! I'm angry! Holy shit! It wasn't much. Yeah she was angry but it wasn't overpowering. It was just barely there, but Beca latched onto it. That was the first time she had felt anything in a very long time. She tried to force more up. She felt a tiny beat in her heart when she was slapped. She craved it now. She needed more. She wanted to fight!

"I'm here because you ran off three fucking years ago!"

Beca stepped up to Stacie and put on the angriest face she could muster. She may not feel that mad, but hopefully she could fake it. "I know what the fuck I did three years ago Stacie! I want to know what the fuck you're doing here!"

Stacie recoiled a little. Not from the horrible glare Beca tried to pull off, but from the look in her eyes. They were cold. Empty. Like she didn't give two shits about Stacie. Or what she walked in on and away from three years ago. It was honestly terrifying. The Beca she knew, wasn't this cold. Tears started forming in Stacie's eyes. "Why did you leave Beca? Why did you leave all of us behind?"

Beca felt a pang in her chest. An actual fucking pang. She hadn't seen any of the Bellas since before she walked out on Chloe, and inadvertently, on the rest of the girls. This was guilt she was feeling. She tried holding on to this as well. She started thinking of every shitty thing she had ever done, just to feel that pang in her chest one more time. She thought about how when she was ten, she stole that pack of gum from the local convenience store. The time when she was fourteen when she outed one of the guys at school. He was a bully, but no one ever deserves that. That time she sliced three of her step monsters tires when she was 16. The time she ruined the Bellas semi finals. When she got with Jesse, knowing she couldn't give him what he wanted. Sure there was more, but those were the worst things she could think of at the moment. She just kept replaying them over and over.

Stacie watched as Beca's eyes glazed over. Beca wasn't even looking at her anymore. She watched as a tiny glint appeared in her eye. And as fast as it arrived, it disappeared. Stacie sighed, which seemed to have brought Beca out of her daze.

Beca focused back on Stacie, all of the anger now gone. She sighed "What do you want Stacie?"

Tears formed in Stacie's eyes. She felt an enormous amount of guilt. "Can I-" She had to cough to break up the lump in her throat. She sighed again and looked up trying to blink away tears. "Can I please come in Beca? We really need to talk."

"It's late Stacie."

"Yeah, it's pretty fucking late, and I didn't exactly have time to book a hotel before heading out here. So, you can either let me in and talk to me, or let me sleep on the street."

Beca rolled her eyes. Stacie is so fucking dramatic. When the hell did that happen? It's not like she can't find a hotel in Los Angeles. Fuck my life. "Fine. Come on."

Stacie smiled. She knew that would work. Beca may be a lot of things, but an asshole isn't one of them. As Stacie walked passed Beca and into the house, her eyes almost fell out of their sockets. She knew the house was huge. You can see that from the outside. The inside though, it was ridiculous. So massive. The ceiling was so high, it made you feel like an insect. As Stacie got her bearings back, and the awe of the place started fading, she noticed something else. The house had no personality. It was very blank. As if it were set up as an open house or something. No pictures. No color. It was all black, white, or chrome. Sure, it was modern, but it said nothing of who Beca was. If Chloe lived here, it definitely wouldn't be like this. Stacie shook her head at that thought. She wasn't here to really discuss all that. She was here to grovel. She felt supremely guilty for holding such a grudge against Beca.

Stacie knew she would forgive Chloe, but she wasn't about to tell Chloe that. She kinda wanted to make her sweat a bit. Her guilt was because she should've known Beca better. She used to see how much Beca loved Chloe. How could she think Beca would just leave? Or cheat? Or do anything that would hurt Chloe? "So, where do you want to talk?"

"Uh. Let's go to the den."

"Are you going to offer me a drink?" Stacie said as she followed Beca through the house.

"No, but if you want something, you can ask."

Stacie rolled her eyes. Beca is really starting to get on her nerves. "Ok. Well. Can I have something? Like a beer?"

"I don't have beer. I have whiskey."

For fucks sake. She's really gonna make me ask. "Ok. Can I have some of that?"

"Sure." Beca said as she motioned for stacie to sit on one of the couches. She walked over to a small table in the corner of the room that held her whiskey. She fixed them both a glass and went to sit down on the recliner. As she handed Stacie her drink, she said "Ok. Talk."

Stacie took a sip of her drink. She's never been much of a whiskey person, but she'll take what she can get. She needs the liquid courage. "So. How have you been Beca? No one has heard from you in, well, forever."

"I'm fine Stacie. Ok if that's all you needed, I'll show you to a spare bedroom. You can sleep here tonight." Beca stood up.

"Wait Beca! Stop! Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. I literally just said I was fine."

Stacie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Clearly, you're not. You never used to be this cold Beca. What the hell? You know what? No. You have a right to be cold towards me. I get it." Stacie paused for a minute to formulate what she wanted to say, in her head. "Beca. I came here to apologize. None of us knew why you left. Chloe never told us. I literally found out like twelve hours ago. That's why I'm here. This whole time, I blamed you. I should've known better, but, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you let any of us be there for you? You just left!" Stacie cut herself off there. She wanted to give Beca time to respond.

Beca sat there thinking whether or not she should tell her. She knew why she didn't say anything. She knew why she left. But would Stacie understand? Could anyone understand? Even when she tried to explain it to herself, it was confusing. But, she had been trying to feel something for so long, maybe it was time to let someone help. After all, Stacie did bring out some emotions in her. Maybe she could actually help. Or she could think Beca was insane and then try and have her committed. She's pretty sure Donald wouldn't let Stacie lock up his money pit. She finally said fuck it to herself. What did she really have to lose? The worst that could happen is nothing changes. "Ok. What I'm about to say is going to sound really dumb and impossible. I swear it's all true though. When I came home that day, I walked into the apartment and saw some guy literally ramming his dick into Chloe. I stood in shock at first. I couldn't actually believe what I was seeing. Chloe was fucking someone on our couch. In our space. In my space. My brain couldn't comprehend it. And then I heard her moaning. I watched as she dug her nails into his back. I watched another person make the love of my life come. I started sobbing and fell to the ground right at our front door. I heard Chloe say 'oh my god' and I heard something hit the ground. I looked up and saw the guy on the floor and Chloe on the couch staring at me with her hand over her mouth. She started yelling at the guy, but I'm not really sure what all she said. He left in a hurry though, barely had his underwear on as he walked out the door. Chloe started talking to me but I couldn't think, so I let her guide me to the couch. When I finally looked at her, she was still fucking naked. I kind of lost it. I started telling her that she broke all her promises, pretty much. I didn't give her time to say anything. I ended up going into the room to pack, when she followed me, she started talking, and that's when something broke inside me. I didn't care anymore. About any of it. I stopped crying. I stopped being mad. I wasn't sad. I was just. Nothing. I didn't even think to tell any of you. I didn't see the point. I didn't want anyone's pity. I didn't want the questions. I just wanted to leave. So I did. When all of the girls started calling, I got annoyed at myself for not caring. I finally decided to cut them off. I didn't want more reminder of when I actually cared. I buried myself in work. And that's all I've been doing for three years Stacie. I've been trying to feel. I'm not a monster. I know it's not right for me to be like this. But I can't seem to repair whatever the hell Chloe broke. The first time I felt something, in the last three years, was when you showed up on my door. I felt anger, and then I felt guilt. But it was fleeting. It's gone now. I'm just empty again. Why would I bring other people into that?"

Stacie was shocked. Tears were in her eyes. Chloe never really said what all happened. But she definitely believed Beca. How could she not be broken? When someone like Beca actually falls in love, they fall hard. It's all consuming. And for her to have seen what she saw? Stacie couldn't imagine. "That doesn't sound crazy at all Beca. I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"It's not your fault Stacie."

"I know that. But that doesn't stop me from being sorry." Stacie said as she finally let tears fall from her eyes. "Are you still, you know, wanting to try? Like, to feel or whatever?"

"Of course I still want to try. I don't want to be like this Stacie."

"Well have you thought about maybe seeing a shrink?" Stacie winced at her own words. SHe knew Beca would never do that.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen. Like, ever. Kudos to the people who can sit there and talk to a stranger about their issues, but that's not me."

"Yeah, no I know. Sorry. It just kind of came out. What about talking to people you do know?" Stacie said, a little more hopeful now that Beca didn't blow up at the shrink comment.

Beca got confused look on her face. "What do you mean?"

"Well. I know all of the girls miss you. And. You said that you felt something when you saw me right? So maybe more of us would be able to help? Like, maybe you not having anyone around that you really know, had kept you in this sort of limbo. Maybe the Bellas could help. You're still our family Beca. No matter how long we've been apart."

Beca felt her heart squeeze and she smiled "It happened again Stace! I felt something! Shit, it's gone. Fuck! Why the fuck can't I be normal?"

"Beca, focus! See! The thought of the other girls being here made you feel something! Just. Think about it? Please?"

Beca thought about it for a moment. It made sense, kind of. I mean, if any of this can make any sense. "I'll think about it." Beca looked at the drink in her hand and noticed that she hadn't taken a drink. She sat it down on the table and looked back at Stacie. "I think that's enough for tonight. I'm gonna go to bed. Let me show you to a room."

Stacie nodded. No point in trying to talk more tonight. She needed to think. Come up with a plan. "Ok. But we're going to talk again tomorrow."

Beca rolled her eyes and sighed. "That sounds exhausting."

"But you didn't say no." Stacie smiled.

As Beca led Stacie out of the den, she heard a knock at the door. "Jesus, what the actual fuck is happening?" She walked to the door and threw it open. She was not mentally prepared for Aubrey fucking Posen to be at her door. "Jesus Christ Aubrey! It is 2 o'clock in the fucking morning. What the hell are you doing here?"

Aubrey stood in shock. She really wasn't planning on knocking. She was just going to make sure she knew how to get for. She was going to come back in the afternoon, but as soon as she got here, her brain kind of shut off and her body just went on instinct. Now that she was standing in front of Beca, she really had no idea what to say. Aubrey Posen, speechless.

"Hello! Earth to Aubrey! What do you want!" Beca was angry and she was loving it. Aubrey was always able to bring out the anger in Beca, she was glad to see that hadn't changed. She could feel the tips of her ears burning. It was great.

Well Aubrey thought I guess I was right. She's pissed at me. "Um. Hi. Uh. Well. You see the thing is. Uh. Well." What the fuck is happening to me? Snap out of it posen! "Shit. Sorry. Ok. Um. I've been trying to do this for three years. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened, and I'm sorry for leaving you hanging and not checking on you. You were my friend too and I should've called you when Chloe told me what happened, but I didn't and I shouldve and I'm sorry." As Aubrey rambled, Stacie came into sight. "Stacie? What are you doing here?"

"You knew? You knew this whole time what happened and you never said anything? What the actual fuck Aubrey?!" Stacie had heard everything Aubrey said and she was furious. Not only did Chloe keep this from them, but so did Aubrey. "Did you have some fucking vendetta against Beca for some reason? Like what the fuck?"

Beca looked between the two of them. It looked like this was going to take a while so she went to walk away.

"Wait Beca! Please. I'm so sorry. I want to be in your life. I'm so sorry." The look Beca gave Aubrey confused her. The anger from earlier was gone. It was as if nothing was there.

"You're forgiven. Now go away."

"I'm not going anywhere Beca. I'm going to be here for you whether you want me to be or not." Aubrey said. She knew she sounded ridiculous but she was flying by the seat of her pants here and she really didn't know how to do that. That wasn't the Posen way.

Beca sighed and rolled her eyes. Talking about this shit was really exhausting. "Well. I'm tired. So. Have fun arguing with Stacie. Stacie, your room is at the top of the west set of stairs. First door on the right when you get to the hall. Don't stand there with the door open all night. If you're going to argue for a while. At least do it inside." Beca turned around and walked away.

Aubrey reached out her hand to try and stop her but Stacie slapped it away. "Don't Posen. You're not going to get anywhere with her tonight. Just come in. We need to talk."

Aubrey and Stacie had been talking for over an hour. Aubrey had told Stacie her reasoning for not saying anything. It literally all came down to Chloe asking her not to and she's her best friend. Which Stacie thought was stupid, but she let it go for Beca's sake.

Stacie then decided she needed someone else's help with helping Beca, so she explained everything to Aubrey.

By the time Stacie was done, Aubrey was in tears. She didn't know all the details of that night either. She didn't know what all Beca saw. It must've been devastating. Obviously it was devastating, if what all Stacie said was true. She didn't think Stacie would lie about it so she made an executive decision. "Ok. I want to help. What can I do?"

"I don't know Aubrey! We just need to get to her. Somehow. I don't know how. I just think the Bellas could help because of what she said about feeling shit when she saw me. And when I mentioned the other Bellas. We have to do something."

Aubrey had an idea. Not a brilliant idea, but an idea nonetheless. If there was anything she knew for sure about Beca, it was that she could piss the girl off. Now, that wasn't what she had actually set out here to do, but if it meant helping Beca, then she'd do it. She might also have some fun while doing it. It had been a while since she went toe to toe with the girl. "Ok. I have an idea. We will talk about it later. I'm going to go to the hotel. You get some sleep. Text me when you wake up, and we'll get to work."

Aubrey left the mansion with a mission. In order to accomplish it, she had to be at her best. And to be at her best, she needed at least six hours of sleep. Hopefully Beca is still a late sleeper.