A/N Dun Dun Dun! Lol. Sorry this took so long guys! Ahhhh! Busy days! I'm still here though! Oh. Just a warning. I am a firm believer in medical marijuana. If you don't like it, you might not want to read this chapter. Or any later ones because I don't know how often I will mention it. You're not going to change my mind about it. Sorry not sorry.

Some revelations are made this chapter. Like Aubrey's weird ass behavior. Kind of. She still pisses me off, but she has since the first movie so... Anyways, hope you enjoy. More to come. I have a few chapters planned out already. Just have to get my wife to give me the time to write them lol.

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Still broken

Beca woke up the next day with the sweats and shakes yet again. She was tired of it. She looked at her phone and saw that it was 3 in the morning. She groaned and tried to go back to sleep. As she laid there, her mind decided to focus on things she wished it wouldn't. Like Chloe. She hadn't thought about any of it since her feelings came back, but once she was faced with the aspect of seeing Chloe again, her mind had other ideas.

She thought about the locks of red hair. The ocean blue eyes. The smile that lit up a room. She thought about all the cuddles and late night talks. Her mind then drifted to Chloe's body. The way it reacted to Beca's touch. Beca felt herself get aroused as she thought about running her hand from the redheads neck to her core. Then all of a sudden, the visions changed. It was no longer Beca's touch causing Chloe to moan. The hand on Chloe's body was too big and rough. Chloe's nails dug into someone else's back. Someone with short brown hair. Beca could hear deep grunts. She saw Chloe being slammed into by a man. She saw Chloe giving herself to someone else.

Beca's heart squeezed almost to a stop, but this time it didn't. This time, she felt everything. Sobs wrecked through her sweaty body and she couldn't get them under control. She felt her body aching. She felt her heart being ripped from her chest. She felt her life crumbling apart around her. The woman she gave her all to, threw it all back in her face. "Please stop! Please! I can't take it! I don't want it! I change my mind!" Beca screamed as loud as she could trying to shut off her emotions. But it didn't work. She continued laying there. The scene unfolding around her again and again. Then it moved to Chloe trying to convince Beca that it was Beca's fault that she cheated. Anger began to wash over her. The woman she loved pushed her away like she was nothing, and then had the audacity to blame her?

Beca lost control. She shot from the bed as tears continued to fall. Her heart was in her stomach and her blood was boiling. She grabbed the lamp from her nightstand and threw it across the room, causing glass to go everywhere. She started throwing punches all over the room. The bed, walls, doors, it didn't matter. Finally, once her knuckles were too bloody to continue using them, she switched to kicking. Once her feet hurt enough, she started shredding her bedding apart with her bare hands. She was so engulfed in her rage that she didn't hear the bedroom door open.

Aubrey walked into Beca's room after a few loud bangs woke her up. When she walked in she saw Beca shredding a pillow apart, screaming. Aubrey went to Beca as fast as she could and pulled her into her chest. Beca thrashed against her screaming "Why! Please make it stop! I Don't want it!" Aubrey felt Beca's tears soaking her shirt.

"Shhh. It's ok Beca." Aubrey said, pulling Beca's face away from her so she could look into her eyes. Beca stopped thrashing about and stared back with tears still rushing down her face. "It's ok. Please tell me what happened? What's wrong?"

"Why doesn't she love me Bree? What did I do?" Beca sobbed. "I tried everything to make her happy. I worked hard so she wouldn't have to so that she could focus on school. I told her everything about me. I gave her all of me. Why wasn't I enough? She said I was, but clearly I wasn't! What did I do? Please? Just tell me. I know she had to of told you. Please?"

Aubrey sighed. Tears started to fill her eyes. "Oh, sweetie. It wasn't you. You were perfect. This-
Aubrey sighed and looked away from Beca. "I should've said something. Done something."

With that, Beca pulled away from Aubrey. "What do you mean? What the fuck did you do?"

Neither of them noticed Stacie standing in the doorway, listening.

Aubrey snapped her head back to Beca. Her eyes meeting Beca's confused ones. "I didn't do shit. Chloe came to me and said that she was lonely, Beca! What was I supposed to do? She's my best friend. I couldn't bring myself to betray her. I just couldn't!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Aubrey?! Tell me! I have the right to know!"

Aubrey sighed. She wasn't planning on having this conversation yet. Chloe didn't even know that she knew. She knew the whole time. That's why she felt so obligated to come here. Her guilt for keeping this from Beca ate at her for six months before they even split up. Then she felt like she had to be there for Chloe. Which made her feel even more guilty. When she saw how broken Chloe was after the breakup, she knew she should have said something sooner, but she didn't so she put the blame on herself. If she would've just said something to Chloe, this whole mess could've been avoided.

"Fuckin tell me, Aubrey! Tell me or get the fuck out of my house!"

"Fine!" Aubrey snapped. "But you are not going to like what I have to say."

Beca nodded.

Aubrey sighed again. "About six months before you two split up, Chloe came to me. She said that she was feeling lonely and that you had been working super hard. I told her to just talk to you about it, but she said no because you were living your dream. She didn't want to take that away from you. That night, I asked her if she wanted to come to a get together with me. It was just a small group of my friends. We were celebrating passing our midterms for that semester. I saw one of the guys in my study group flirting with her that night. I didn't say anything because, I mean, I figured she would tell him off. But as the night went on, she was flirting back, I reasoned with myself, I just thought it was Chloe being Chloe. At the end of the night I was looking for her so that we could leave. I couldn't find her anywhere. I started searching all the rooms. I finally found her in one of the guest rooms, making out with that guy. I shut the door and texted her that I wanted to leave. I played it off like I hadn't seen anything. I figured she would tell me. I mean. I knew she was in love with you, so I knew she would feel horrible about it and then I would convince her to tell you and then you two would work though it."

Beca threw up her hand, motioning for Aubrey to stop. "Wait. So this was going on for six fucking months!"

"Just let me finish!" Aubrey snapped and Beca nodded her agreement. "About twenty minutes later, Chloe came and found me. She was all 'Hey Bree! Ready to go?' Cleary she had just gotten done sleeping with the guy, but she never said anything. I tried prodding her for information. I brought you up a lot after that, but she never said anything. About two months after the party, that guy (Cole) came up to me in class one day and asked what he should get for Valentines day. I gave him a confused look, because obviously I had no idea what he was talking about. He was like 'You know. For my girlfriend? Your best friend?' I was shocked, I asked him what he meant and he said they had been dating ever since that party. I didn't even know how to bring it up after that. Every time I would ask Chloe about you and her, she just said that you were great. She said you were sweet for taking care of everything. She talked about how made her mixes all the time. She said you brought her flowers every Tuesday night. I hoped that she had told you and that you two were trying to make it work. I thought she had broken up with Cole because he never mentioned it again. I was clearly mistaken. I'm so sorry Beca. I should've said something. I should've barged into the room that night and stopped her. I knew she wasn't in the right headspace, but I didn't do anything. I knew she was throwing the best thing in her life away, but I just let it happen. I should've helped her. I should've confronted her." Aubrey started sobbing, throwing her face in her hands.

Beca just let more tears fall. She didn't know what to say. Chloe had a whole different relationship with someone. For six months. How did that guy not know that Chloe was taken? There were pictures of us all over that apartment. How many times did I sleep in that bed right after him? How many times did I touch her right after him? Why didn't Aubrey tell me? No. No this isn't her fault. I'm not going to let anyone else take the blame for Chloe. Beca dried her eyes and put her hand on Aubrey's shoulder. Aubrey snapped up to look at Beca. "It's ok, Bree. Stop blaming yourself."

"No it's not, Beca! It is not ok! I am supposed to be her best friend! I'm supposed to stop her when she's being reckless! I'm supposed to help her!"

"No, Bree. Don't you get it?" Beca cried. "You have taken more of the responsibility for this than Chloe has. This isn't on you. This is on her. Yeah. It sucks. I wish you would've told me. I thought we were friends. But it was never your job to make sure that Chloe treated me right."

"We are friends, Beca! At least we were. That's why I'm here."

"No. You're here to alleviate your guilt. You needed to get this off your chest, and you didn't want to confront Chloe and risk losing her, so you chose the safer option." Beca spit out. She could come to terms with what Aubrey did, but she wasn't going to let her lie to her face. Not any more.

"That's not it at all, Beca! I care about you! And I know that Chloe still loves you. I see it on her face all the time. I know she misses you. If you'd just give her the chance to-"

"Enough!" Stacie yelled. Beca and Aubrey snapped their heads to the door. "Aubrey, you need to leave!"

"What?! I'm not going anywhere! Beca needs to hear this."

"Do you even hear what the fuck you are saying? You're still in here trying to help Chloe! Beca just forgave you for some horrible shit, and you're still not worried about her. She is a fucking wreck. She is a fucking alcoholic, Aubrey! And you're in here trying to get her and Chloe back together, without even letting her heal! She needs help! Real fucking help!"

"Yeah! And Chloe could help her! They need to talk through this and work through it together! They clearly still care about each other! Do you see this room? Beca wouldn't have tore this place apart if she didn't want Chloe! You're the one that's thinking about herself!"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stacie said as she took a step closer to Aubrey, glaring down at her.

Aubrey stood up and glared back. "Oh, I think you know exactly what that means!"

Beca jumped up and threw her hands in the air. "Enough! You guys know I can hear you, right? Like, I'm right fucking here!"

Both of the girls shut up, but didn't stop glaring at each other.

"Aubrey, I think you should go." Beca said.

"Go? I'm not going anywhere! I took a sabbatical to be here for you."

"No. You took a sabbatical to try and convince me to get back together with Chloe that way you wouldn't feel guilty anymore."

"Are you really trying to convince me that you don't still care about her? Look at this room, Beca! The moment I came in here, you were sobbing about Chloe. Can you really say that you don't want her?"

"Of course I want her, Aubrey! I gave her all of me! All that I had! But that doesn't mean that I forgive her and it doesn't mean that I'll take her back! I also want a bottle of Jack! Do you think I should have it too? Because, if so, you're the only one! Even I'm starting to realize I can't have it! Look at me! It's ruining me! Do I want it? Yes. Should I have it? No! Same goes for Chloe!"

"It is not the same thing, and you know it! Chloe fucked up! She's only human! Everyone deserves a second chance!"

"She didn't just fuck up once, Aubrey! She cheated on me for six fucking months!" Beca started sobbing again and fell back on the bed. Stacie rushed over and sat on the bed, pulling Beca into her arms.

"Right. Not in it for yourself at all, Stacie!" Aubrey spat at the scene in front of her.

"You need to leave, and it needs to happen now. You're making this worse!" Stacie yelled with tears in here eyes, Beca sobbing in her arms.

Aubrey stormed out throwing "I'll be back!" over her shoulder.

Stacie rocked Beca in her arms trying to console her. There was nothing she could say at the moment. All she could do was be there. Aubrey laid some serious shit on Beca's lap. There was nothing anyone could do at the moment.

"Please, Stace. I need a drink. Please. Anything. I'll take a beer. Just give me a drink." Beca whimpered out.

"I can't do that sweetie. You know I can't. Do you still smoke pot?"

"Yeah but it's not the same! It won't make me forget."

"No, but it can help calm your nerves. I can't give you meds, but pot is just as good for what you need." Stacie got up and went and got some weed from her room. When she got back to Beca, she was lying in the middle of her bed in the fetal position, sobbing. "Here sweetie. Come smoke this with me."

Beca looked up at Stacie. She was holding a joint and lit it. She watched as Stacie took a long drag and held it in. Beca sat up and Stacie passed it to her. They sat there and smoked it until it burnt Stacie's finger. "Shit! Should've brought a roach." Beca chuckled.

"Just throw it in my water, Stace. You may want to run some cold water over that." Beca said as she watched Stacie suck on her fingers.

"Ya think?" Stacie deadpanned.

Beca watched as Stacie got up and went to the bathroom. She was a lot calmer, but she could still think about everything. I can't believe she was seeing someone for six months. How did I miss that? She clearly noticed everything I did for her. The flowers. The mixes. We slept in the same bed every night unless I was out of town for work. How did that Cole fucker not know? Maybe he did know and just didn't give a shit. He sure looked surprised though as he was leaving the apartment. I'm gonna kill him! No. No, this isn't his fault. Stop blaming other people, Beca! Blame Chloe. This is her fault! I'm so fucked up because of her. How did I let her take so much of me? Never again. It won't happen again!

Stacie walked back into the room and sat on the bed. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, a little I guess. Should I really be smoking pot though? I mean. Is it really any better?"

"Are you kidding? Well, ok, probably shouldn't smoke it. Edibles are way better than smoking. Smoke of any kind is bad. But it can have the same effects as antidepressants or anxiety meds. It helps with headaches and migraines. It helps with appetite control and mood stabilizing. There are countless ways that pot is better for you than alcohol. One being that it's actually beneficial. Alcohol can only hurt your body. Look. I'm not saying become a pothead, not by a long shot. But are you gonna go see a doctor to get put on meds?"

"No." Beca said matter of factly.

"Well then, consider this Stacie's home remedy. When you're feeling overwhelmed, it can help. You don't want to use it as a means to escape, but would you ask a man with a broken leg not to use a crutch?"

"No." Beca said again.

"Exactly. Mental illness is the same. You can't expect it to get better on it's own. I still recommend seeing someone about it, but this is California. They'd probably prescribe you some pot anyways." Stacie laughed.

Beca thought about it. She knew she wouldn't be able to do this alone. She knew she needed help. But Stacie was right. The pot did calm her nerves. "Can you help me with it though? I don't want to go overboard. Not again."

Stacie sighed. "Beca, I'll help as much as I can. You know that. But I'm not a psychiatrist. They can give you the tools you need to really work through everything. Please just consider it? I have a lot of friends in the field, and I'm sure I could find someone perfect for you. I know how you are. You just need someone to help navigate you through your thoughts."

"Maybe, Stacie. But right now I just want to sleep. Or maybe, eat. I can't really tell."

"Well, it has been quite a while since you've eaten. How about we go down and make a snack then come up here and throw on some trashy TV until you pass out?"

Beca smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

A whole family size pizza and two hours of Ridiculousness later, Beca was passed out with her head on Stacie's lap. Stacie leaned back against the pillows and went to sleep. There was no way she was going to risk waking Beca up by moving. Not after everything that happened. She was just glad Beca was able to sleep. Even though it was nearly seven in the morning. She was sure one of the other girls would come wake them after a while anyways.