So I apparently haven't updated this for…like two years. I don't think I'm exaggerating. If anyone is actually still reading this, I am very sorry. I didn't forget though and I'm now putting in some new chapters and I am almost finished with this whole project. I hope you enjoy and, again, sorry for the wait. Also, this entire story is a trigger warning for cutting so please don't read if that is a problem.

Chapter Fourteen-

"Rise and shine!" Aubrey greeted Chloe and Beca in the morning as she ripped the blanket off of the two of them. "Oh, thank God, you have clothes on."

"Oh, I'm sure you're disappointed." Chloe winked. Aubrey rolled her eyes.

"I'd respond in a sarcastically hilarious way, but right now I have to shower because we have to be singing our hearts out in about an hour. I suggest you start getting ready as well." Aubrey snapped and walked towards the restroom.

"No." Beca whined, reaching for the blanket. "I wanna sleep."

"Wake up, baby." Chloe ordered, kissing her forehead. "We have a long day."

Beca gave Chloe a dirty look and reluctantly got up.

"Shit" Beca muttered, looking around the apartment.

"What?" Chloe asked.

"My laptop is back at my dorm with all the songs and stuff on it…" Beca explained. "Can I just meet you at practice?"

"No, I'll come with you." Chloe told Beca.

Beca looked at her, confused. "Why?"

"I'm pretty sure you still have something at your apartment for me."

"Oh…" Beca muttered, remembering the razors she had bought. "Don't worry, I'll bring it to rehearsal."

"What about the other girls?" Chloe asked.

Beca sighed. "Can't you just trust me to throw them out on my own?"

"No, sorry Beca."

Beca's mood suddenly turned dark. "So you don't trust me?" She snapped.

"Beca, I trust you. I don't trust your depression." Chloe explained.

"This is stupid. We are dating. You shouldn't have to babysit me like this! This isn't a relationship this is you mothering me."

"Why are you acting like this, Beca?" Chloe asked.

Beca stared at her for a second and then looked down. "I…I guess I'm mad because…I wasn't going to throw it away, okay? You were right."

"Beca, this has gone on why too long. I can't…I'm not able to take care of you all the time. I'm scared. I'm scared that I seem to be the only thing protecting you. It's a lot of pressure, okay?"

"You don't have to date me."

"Don't go there, honey." Chloe stepped forward and grabbed onto Beca's hands. "Please don't go there. There is nothing I want more than to be with you. What I'm saying is…if you don't go see a therapist, I will have to tell your father."

"I don't need to, I'll stop!"

"How many times have you said that?" Chloe asked patiently.

"If you tell my father, I'll leave." Beca finally threatened. Chloe let go of Beca's hands.

"So this is what you are choosing? You are choosing to hurt yourself over me? You're choosing pain over me? After everything I've done for you, you're just leaving?" Chloe's voice cracked a little bit as she spoke. She stared at Beca in disbelief. Beca bit her lips and tried to look like she didn't care.

"You know what?" Beca said suddenly. "How about we take a break before this gets too heated. I'll go back and get my laptop and meet you at rehearsal. We can cool off before rehearsal and cool during rehearsal and then tonight, I can take you for dinner and…we'll work something out, okay?"

Chloe stared at Beca, a little suspicious over how reasonable she had suddenly become. "Beca, I'm not stupid. Something isn't right."

"Don't you trust me?" Beca asked Chloe and Chloe immediately felt guilty for not trusting her girlfriend. After all, rehearsal was really soon, she would only have time to grab her laptop and go straight to rehearsal. If she didn't show up at rehearsal, she wouldn't have much time to get into trouble before someone noticed.

"Give me your dad's phone number."

"Why?"

"Don't worry, I'll only call if you are late for rehearsal." Chloe warned.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not risking your health, Beca. Don't worry; I promise to only call if I think you are in danger." Chloe told her. Beca stared for a few minutes before reluctantly reciting her dad's number as Chloe typed it into her phone. Satisfied, she pulled Beca into a hug.

"I love you, Beca. Please be safe, okay?"

"Don't worry about me." Beca assured her, avoiding eye contact. "It's just for a few minutes, okay? You worry too much."