I don't own pitch perfect
Beca's POV
You were never the hugger. You were okay with them. You didn't really mind being hugged. But you never initiate one. Didn't really know how to do it. Where to put your hand? How long to hold? You had no clue. It was way too complicated for you. But today you hugged Chloe. You held her. Until she stopped crying. Until her tears subdued. Until she fell asleep. And for some reason it wasn't awkward. It felt right.
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You are about to fall of the chair and you jerk awake. Your neck is sore. Everything hurts. For a moment you are not sure where you are. It is still dark in the room. You look around, it is Chloe's room. Then you remember...
The window shades are still down, hence the darkness. It must be a lot more late than you think. You look at your watch to find it is ten. You jump up from the chair at the realization.
Shit! You had an appointment in an hour. You hardly have the time to get back to your apartment and get ready before heading to the studio. It is a big account and you can't manage to be late. But you don't want to leave just yet. You want to see Chloe before leaving. To be sure she is okay. She is not in the bed. You had checked the moment you woke up (fully woke up). You look around. No she is not in the room either. You stretch and pick up your keys from the table and step out of Chloe's bedroom.
The apartment is quiet. You think of checking for Chloe. But then drops the thought. You have a feeling she isn't here. You wonder where Aubrey had gone. You are angry at her for leaving Chloe alone on such a day. But perhaps she didn't know. None of them knew. But how come any of them didn't notice, their friend disappearing on this particular day. Someone should notice, right? You are worried for her. But she should be sobered up now. And if she is not here, it is because she didn't want to be. She didn't want to be confronted. Not that you would have. You shrug off the thoughts for now, you are running late. You have to leave now. Maybe you would call Aubrey to check on Chloe later. Maybe. And with that thought in mind, you practically sprint out of the apartment leaving the door closed behind you.
The meeting with the artist goes well. Your label had the deal. You are both excited and nervous. It has the power to make or break you career. You hope it would be the former rather than later. You are so busy with discussions and meetings you don't get to dwell on the accounts of yesterday night and today morning.
And when you are finally free, which is at eleven at night, you find yourself thinking about Chloe. Is she okay? You hope she is. She has to be. She had dealt with it for fifteen years - she said. Your chest hurts at the thought of a young Chloe dealing with that all on her own. You want to help her. But again Chloe doesn't want that. She had left even before you woke up, just to avoid you. That says something, doesn't it?
You sigh. What about her father? Where does he come in the picture? Is he not there as well? You frown at the thought and mentally shake your head. Something says you he is still there, at least alive. You wish you could talk to Chloe. Then again, she may not wish the same. Would she avoid you? Now that you know about her saddest darkest secret, she probably will. You sigh again.
