"What the Hell Beca?" Chloe gasped, as she entered the room, and saw her, laying in Kommissar's arms. "Sleeping with the competition?" She angrily grabbed the blankets, not even noticing the tears stains on Beca's face, and Kommissar's t-shirt.
"Chloe, Oh my God, I wasn't- it wasn't-we didn't- it wasn't like that Chloe, I swear!" She wobbled when she stood, her left leg still hurting slightly.
"Then why the Hell is she in your BED?" Angrily, Chloe pushed Beca, who crumpled to the ground, her eyes wide.
"Damn it Chloe. Stop it . Just stop, ok? You don't know what happened, ok? Just leave it!"
"I do know. I know you get some sick fix out of sleeping with the competition. Jesse, now Kommissar I wouldn't be surprised if you'd slept with everyone we've ever competed against, you slut!"
"Enough. " Kommissar stood, in front of Beca, her eyes shooting daggers at Chloe. "We didn't have sex. If you must know, a man tried to rape her and I intervened. She asked me to stay with her because she didn't want to be alone. She was afraid. "
"Chloe...I'm sorry..." Beca bowed her head, flinching away when Chloe reached for her hand. "I...shouldn't have-" she began to sob, wrapping her arms around herself, "I didn't...I shouldn't..be...captain...I shouldn't be ..here...Chloe I'm so so so sorry-".
"Shhhh. Beca, hey, It's ok. Im sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did, please, forgive me Beca-" Chloe sighed, as Beca again flinched away from her touch, instead wrapping her arms around Kommissar.
"Chloe, give her time. She's in shock. Get her some coffee-" Kommissar's voice was low, and crooning as she ran her nails soothingly in circles on Beca's back.
Beca clung to Kommissar, her fists clenched around the fabric of Kommissar's black sweater, her face buried in Kommissar's shoulder. "They all hate me...Chloe...hates me..."
"No Maus. No. They don't hate you. Chloe was worried. Shh. Beca, " Kommissar began to rock back and forth. She began to him a soft melody she'd heard in a Children's film. "Hush my darling, it'll be alright, come take my hand, hold it tight, I'll protect you from, all around you. I will be here, don't you cry."
Beca sighed, looking up into Kommissar's eyes. "You smell good. Like cinnamon, " she gave Kommissar a watery smile.
"You need a shower, my little Maus." Kommissar teased, "think you can stand up?" She smiled, lifting Beca to her feet. "Here. There you go Beca. "
Beca stood, wobbling slightly, wincing as she did so. Her knee still hurt, but she hoped she'd be ok for the competition. She hated to think how angry Chloe would be with her if she couldn't compete. Almost being... (Just thinking the word made her want to run to safety again) was bad enough, but if she couldn't compete? Chloe might kill her. Literally.
Beca took the clothes that Emily gave her, and accepted Stacie's hand as she walked to the bathroom. She shivered under Chloe's intense gaze. "How bad is your leg?" She sounded more like a sergeant assessing her troops for battle than the caring friend of the last 3 years.
"Fine. Ill be ok to perform tonight. I promise." Beca missed the warm, soft hugs Chloe used to give her, the gentle smiles and flirty winks that she barely saw anymore. She'd wanted Chloe last night, to cuddle her and sing away her tears. But now, she wasn't enough for Chloe anymore, she never would be. Probably never was.
"You had better be. " Chloe nodded, before turning on heel and calling over her shoulder. "Dont take all the hot water-" in somewhat of a teasing tone.
Beca undressed, her eyes welling up at the sight of ugly red and black bruises all over her body. She began to shake as she sat under the hot stream of water, a washcloth in her mouth to silence her cries. It hurt to move, and this was the first time she'd been alone since IT had almost happened. She spit out the cloth as she began to wash her hair,allowing her mind to fall back on her freshman year, and a song she'd sung whenever she felt alone.
"Im bullet proof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away-" she repeated the song until the water ran cool and she stepped out to dry off.
"Beca? Maus, are you decent? Sweetheart, you've been in there almost an hour- are you ok?" Kommissar asked, her voice soft and concerned.
"Ill be out in a minute-" Beca sighed. Her heart still had the hole, but maybe Kommissar could fill it, at least partly. And she did smell like cinnamon.