It's been so long since I last posted, goodness. Thank you lovely people for all the love from my last fic, I promise that I will try to post more! Anyway, this just came to me one day and thought it was good enough. I hope you like it!
Bechloe: Trust
She couldn't trust anyone, how could she? At the vulnerable age of just eight, her parents had started fighting, and not just any fighting. Actual fighting. As in screaming matches, even getting as far as hitting. And it wasn't yelling at each other, no, it was yelling at her. The already small third grader. That's when she discovered makeup. It was light at first, just some concealer here and there, to cover her red and tear stained cheeks or the bruises on her thin body. But by the time she was in eighth grade, it turned into a little eyeliner and eyeshadow. Again, by the end of high school, she was wearing a full on mask of makeup. And by high school, her parents had split. Divorce and all. That didn't stop the fighting though. In sixth grade her parents went to court. They each got custody of her. Her mom would yell at her. Tell her she wasn't worth it, or it was her fault. Her dad would hit her. If she didn't have a guy he liked, there was a smack coming her way. Bad grades, another. It was like she was never good enough. She even started to believe them. Believe that she wasn't good enough, or that she would ever be for that matter. Believe that she could never love, or it would fall apart as soon as it started. Until one person came into her life. That person changed everything. With her bright red hair and blue eyes. Her gleaming smile and her loving heart. It took awhile, but it worked. They worked. "Becs!" The redheads voice broke her from her thoughts. "Yeah Chlo?" Beca asked, opening her eyes and looking up to see her wife standing in the doorway. "Please don't tell me you're thinking about it again." Chloe gave her a sympathetic look, walking over and taking the brunettes hands. Beca looked down at their closed hands, not willing to let her tears fall, except the one she couldn't help from falling. "Becs, you can't keep thinking about it. We already have Avery, and we're about to have another baby soon." Chloe said, placing their hands on the brunettes small baby bump. "I know Chlo, I'm sorry… I I just can't." Beca forced herself to look up, not caring whether or not the tears fell. Chloe gently unlocked their fingers, bringing her thumbs up to rest on the younger girl's cheeks, swiping her thumbs to brush her tears away. "Becs, we're gonna be fine, okay?" Chloe paused, looking deep into her deep blue eyes, "you have to promise me that you won't shut me out." "I promise," Beca nodded, "I love you so much Chlo." Chloe smiled as a small one crept up on her wife's lips. "I love you too Becs." Chloe pecked the brunette on her lips, standing and laying beside the younger girl. Beca snuggled into the taller girls back, taking her hand and placing it over her swollen stomach, keeping her hand over the tanner one. She sighed happily as she reminisced about the new life that they had created. Even if it had taken year's, Chloe had managed to gain Beca's trust.
