I don't own pitch perfect
Chloe's POV
Every once in a while everything you had bottled up comes out and leave you suffocating, paralyzed, in tears. It comes at the most unwanted times. And this time it was at Stacie's party. It had been coming a long time, ever since that visit last Friday. My dad visited me. Came to check out how his grown-up twenty six year old daughter was doing. It is a good thing, right? No, wrong! It isn't a good thing. It's a fucked up thing. It has the power to totally fuck you up. When, the aforementioned dad had ignored you for the past fifteen years. And why did he do that? You have no clue! When you were a kid, you used to think it was something you did. So you worked hard, got good grades, won trophies... But he never noticed. He wouldn't even look at you. You don't dwell on whys anymore, don't wallow anymore, but deep down that fear of it being all you fault stays and pops its head when you least expect it, leaving you wrecked and in tears, hence all the noise, the rush, the buzz. So it never catches up with you. And you almost fool it. Almost.
Then he came and a week after that here you are crying at three in the morning at your friend's birthday party. It is not just about him. It is a lot of things. The uncertainty of everything. It can be overwhelming. And you wish you had something to hold on to. The thought itself is silly. You are going to laugh it off tomorrow, you know that. But at this moment it is as real as the night.
You are in the backyard of Stacie's place. Crying. You are letting it loose. And then you hear someone clearing their throat. It startles you. You jerk around to see Beca. She looks unsure and out of place. She has a box of tissue in her hand. You turn away and wipe the tears. You are embarrassed, angry and extremely sad. You wish she hadn't seen you like that. You don't want to explain. A few seconds later you hear the backdoor closing and find the tissue box on the bench nearby. She didn't ask anything. And you are thankful for that to her.
You stay there some more time. How long, you are not sure. Then you go back inside and hope she has left, but she is still there. You don't dare to look in her direction. You pretend to be listening to your friends. Aubrey says something and everyone laughs. So does you. But you are not sure what she said or why they laughed. A few minutes later you sneak a glance in her direction, you could feel your heartbeats spiking. But she wasn't there. You look around. She isn't anywhere. She is gone. And you are relieved. But again, were you? Had you wanted to talk this time? Since she didn't ask, didn't pry, did you feel like sharing. Just this time.
But again it was stupid. You know.
