I don't own pitch perfect.

Beca's POV

You don't see her for weeks. But that event changed how you saw Chloe Beal and it never will be the same. You wonder what made her cry that day. It was so not like Chloe. Perhaps it was like Chloe, but no one knew it.

And when you two finally meet, you don't talk about it. And it was fine by you. Though you were curious, you hadn't expected her to spill her guts just because you had given her a box of Kleenex the other day. You were even prepared to be avoided by her. You know people don't take well on being intruded in their privacy, though the act was done unconsciously. So if anything you were happy to see Chloe smile at you. There was an uncertainty about that smile, a fear of being faced with questions and explanations. You could understand that. You had been there. Done that. So you smile back in what you hope is a reassuring way. And then you talk and the day goes on like any other, leaving behind everything that should be left behind. And everything is back to normal. (almost)

And a month passes by without much of events. And then you see her again at millennials club where you DJ sometimes. This is where you had met her for the first time. She is on the dance floor, moving with an abandon. Something about it doesn't feel right. You look around but don't find Aubrey, Stacie or any of her friends. You think of joining her in the dance floor- though you generally don't dance - so you queue up a few songs and step out of the DJ booth. But she is not there. She had walked over to the bar. And is already four shots down.

How did she do that?

You are about to walk over to her. Then you see a guy approach her and you wonder if she is with him, and doubts if you should intrude. But she tenses up a bit when the guy moves closer. So you move closer to them thinking she may need your help.

'Fuck off. ' You hear her say.

And the guy walk away muttering 'Bitch'

Of course Chloe knew to take care of herself. You smile at the thought.

'Slow down now, Chlo...' You begin.

'I said fuck off.' she cuts you off. Then she looks at you and gives you a sloppy smile.

'oh Becs! It is you. I thought you were that jerk.'

And I have a feeling it wasn't her fourth shot this evening.

'Chloe, I think you should stop.' you say.

'No... I just started. You go.' she slurs. You wonder why she was alone here, drinking. You think of calling Stacie, then thinks better of it. Your shift is about to end in twenty minutes may be you could ask Benji to fill in for you the rest of the time. And then you could take her home.

'Chloe, wait here, I'll be back soon and then we can leave together. Okay? '

You ask. And she nods.

Benji has been your backup DJ and one of closest friends for some time now. You walk over to the booth and speak with him. When you look back Chloe is not at the bar. You look around and she is nowhere to be seen. Your heart skips a beat. You search the bar area and the dance floor. She is not there either. You think of going out to see if she left. Then you remember to check the washroom. And there you find her retching her gut out and you hold her hair while she pukes. She looks so tired… exhausted even. It makes her look younger than her age. You put her hand over your shoulder and hold her around the waist with one hand and picks up her hand bag with other. You two walk (more like you drag her) to your car. And then drive to her place. After searching her hand bag for quite some time, Chloe manages to find her key and you two get in. You put her to bed. But she doesn't go to sleep. She begins to talk.