AN: Here's a third chapter for you all.
Warning: this chapter contains sexual assault and violence.
Beca shuddered as she heard a voice arousing her from slumber. "P-Please not now." Beca whimpered half awake.
"Hey Beca, it's alright, it's just me, Ms. Beale. You're safe, right here in my office." A voice spoke soothingly above her.
"M-Ms Beale? Oh sorry, I thought you were…" Beca swallowed uncomfortably trailing off.
"You thought I was who?" She asked, but the girl shook her head, staying silent on the subject. Her hands clenched and unclenched again. She also was avoiding her gaze. "Anyways class has ended, so how about we go to that cafe I spoke of earlier?" She changed the subject, playing it safe.
Beca let out a relieved sigh rubbing her eyes as she got up, still covered in the blanket Chole gave her. She felt better, while still far from great, she at least wasn't dead tired anymore. "What's it called again? I'm new to the area, so I don't know what's around here." She handed the blanket back to her teacher who promptly folded it tucking it away.
"It's called the Lava Java Cafe and Aubre- err Ms. Posen and I go there all the time. It's really good." She corrected herself, as Beca probably doesn't even know that Aubrey was her gym teacher's first name.
"I'll take your word for it. So how are we getting there?"
"By car. I own a blue Subaru. After our study session, I'll drop you off at your house."
"Oh." She deflated.
"…is something the matter?" Chloe asked, quite worried, feeling like a broken record. But she'll ask how many times it takes because she cares. Especially since it's Beca.
"No it's nothing…" Beca denied. She didn't want Howell and Chole to ever meet each other. While she can hide it the best she can at school, anyone interacting with Howell himself, it was like looking at battery corrosion. You know it's no good, just by looking at it.
The two gathered their things and headed to the school's parking lot. Beca got into the passenger seat while Chole drove them to the cafe.
The redhead put on the radio and titanium was in the middle of playing. Chloe was nearly bouncing off her seat as she said. "Ohhhh, this song is my lady jam!" She excitedly said.
"Okay…?" Her teacher really was an open book. She couldn't believe she confessed that she gets off to this song."Yeah, the song's alright. Don't know if I'd get off on it though. Weirdo." Beca raised an eyebrow at the redhead.
"Aright! Alright! Aca- scuse me?" She replied in mock offense.
"I'm sorry, what in god awful word was that? Dude, did you get your teacher's license from a cereal box? Because your vocabulary seems to be whack." She quipped back.
"Haha." She sarcastically said. "I told you I went to college. The a capella group used Aca in front of words like that. We loved doing it. Both Ms. Posen and I." Beca cringed at the info.
"Another reason why I'd pass being in an a cappella group. Sounds super lame." Beca states.
"It's totes fun. But if you're not up for doing a group, how about just you and me sing? I bet we'd sound awesome together! We'd be the bee's knees." Chloe nudged Beca's shoulder.
They arrived in a small shopping mall. Chloe found and parked in an open spot. Lava Java was a small, but lovely looking place. The L and A were burnt out so at night it looked more like Ava Ava.
"Just don't use the words totes or the bees knees. Sounds very cringey." She complained nearly gagging on the words. "But yeah, I'm down with that. Just no audience, need to keep some of my badassness in check."
"Sweet! What song would you like to sing together?" She wondered as she took her keys out of the ignition. They both got out of the car and headed inside immediately greeted by staff, seating them at a booth that looked like lava.
"I'll have to get back to you on that." She replied as she sat down and Chloe nodded satisfied with her even agreeing.
"So what would you like to study first? And I'm great with English of course, decent in math, but terrible with other languages." Thinking about it, without Aubrey, she was sure she would have failed Russian lit several times in college.
"Let's start with math I guess." Beca sighed looking through the menu. Her weakest subject was math, which she absolutely hated with a passion, but she wanted to get it over with.
"Hi I'm Stacie, what can I get- oh Ms. Beale! The usual?" A very tall brunette woman asked. Beca was sure she saw her at school and even had some classes with her.
"Yup. And order anything you'd like Beca, it's on me." Chole turned her head from the tall brunette to the short one who sat directly across from her. Seeing her hesitate still, she nodded with a smile, indicating that it was alright.
Looking over the menu Beca said to Stacie. "I guess the Lava Java burger? And a coke." She felt weird having someone else buy her food and to make things weirder, she was being served by one of her classmates.
"Solid choice. Hey, I sit behind you in Ms. Beales class! I'm Stacie Conrad." She introduces herself holding her hand out for Beca to shake. Beca shook her hand hesitantly before retracting it like Stacie had cooties. "You look cool, we should totally hang out after school when I'm not working. "The tall girl winked at Beca, causing her to blush madly not used to being flirted with.
"Maybe… I don't know." She shrugged giving a half answer.
"Hey, no pressure. Anyways the Lava Java burger comes with a choice of fries or onion rings. And is there anything we can add or take off for you?" Stacie asked, getting more serious.
"Fries and no cheese. I'm lactose intolerant." Beca informed her.
"Got it, Beca. Your orders should be ready in about 15 minutes. Love to stay and chat, but you know, job and all." Stacie said winking again.
"Looking forward to it, Stacie." She turned to Beca saying. "Lactose intolerant? That's a bummer." Chloe conversed. She ate that kind of stuff every day, so it was hard to imagine a life where you couldn't eat them freely.
"It is what it is. Just have to avoid it, if I don't, I get really bad stomach cramps and other stuff." She avoided eye contact, embarrassed about it. She really didn't want to get into the other symptoms she gets being lactose. She gripped her thighs quite painfully.
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed about it. Lots of people are allergic to things. It's normal." Chloe reassured her. Beca nodded slowly, eventually making eye contact with Chloe's blue eyes. Looking into her eyes made her feel better, like she wasn't a freak. Her hands loosened their grip.
For about fifteen minutes, Chloe helped Beca with her math homework. Beca seemed to struggle a lot at first, but Chloe is patient. Beca gradually got better at it as it made more sense.
Chloe knew Beca was capable, but I guess being in a class with almost thirty students give or take and with whatever is going on at home, she just can't grow to her full potential. It's a shame really because Chloe thought Beca was one of her most brilliant students.
Stacie came over to their table with their food around the time frame she said it would. "One Lava Java burger with fries, no cheese and a coke for Beca. And one Lava Java Skillet with onion rings and a Dr Pepper for Ms. Beale. Hope you enjoy your food ladies, if you need anything else, just call me over."
"Will do Stacie." Chloe said while looking at her food hungerly.
"Wow, it's so big." Beca said looking at her humongous burger. "I don't even know where to begin." Chloe started to chuckle at her choice of words and Beca sent her a glare.
"What? I didn't say anything." Chloe held her hands up in defense.
"But you thought about it." She stated.
"Hey you walked right into that, but really take your time Becs. Whatever you can't finish, we can just get a doggie bag for." Chloe mentioned. Beca definitely needed to eat more. Chloe was sure she was underweight.
"Okay. And thank you… you know about the food and all." She gestured to her plate.
"No problem. I was happy to." She said, taking a bite of her skillet, humming in bliss. "God this is basically a foodgasm."
Beca shakes her head at her teacher's antics and takes a decent bite of her burger. Her hands are already getting messy from holding it. "Good. Hot." She said after finishing the bite, wiping her face with a napkin.
"Of course. What do you expect from a place called Lava Java? It's going to be spicy. But sorry, I guess I should have asked if you liked spicy food, I forgot."
"Hey, it's fine. I actually like spicy things." And spicy women Beca thought while looking at Chloe. Beca shook her head of such thoughts, her cheeks growing red, but she'd tell whoever asked that it was from the spicy burger she was eating and not from the hot redhead across from her. I mean she was her teacher. Such thoughts shouldn't even have crossed her mind. Why couldn't things ever seem to ever go her way? "Only thing I don't do is dairy." She supplied.
"Good to know."
After they were done with their meals, the two went back to studying Beca's school subjects. After about an hour, they decided to call it a night. Beca's eyes were drooping, her slight nap from earlier already spent.
Chloe paid with her card and even gave a generous tip just because Stacie was her student. Plus the food was absolutely delicious like usual. "Thank you Ms. Beale! Always a pleasure to see you come in." Stacie smiled, thanking her teacher. "Here's some doggie bags for your food. Hope you guys have a wonderful night tonight!"
"No problem. And same for me. You're one of my best students, Stacie. I'll see you tomorrow at school." Chloe waved goodbye. She really meant it though. Stacie might be seen as the average bimbo from an outsider, but once you get to know her, she's actually quite intelligent.
"Nice seeing you too Beca. You should come by some more." Stacie addressed the shorter girl, giving her a smile so bright that it could actually power Superman.
"Food was pretty good. Not sure when I'd be able to come back though." She was honest about it. Being a foster kid meant you had little to no money and Howell would rather have a tea party with Barbie, before willingly taking her to a cafe.
"Glad to hear it. I'll see you both at school tomorrow." She said goodbye to both of them.
"Now, where is your address?" Chloe asked the shorter girl when they got in the car. Beca gave her the Howell's address but went silent the rest of the way. "Hey, why so quiet Becs?" The girl seemed to shut down, like her off button was pressed.
"I just… wish I wasn't in foster care anymore. I turn eighteen this weekend but… I don't have money to live on my own." Beca confessed.
"Oh wow, you weren't kidding when you said your birthday was soon. But Beca… are you… safe with your foster parents?" Chloe pressed."Because if you aren't… you can tell me."
Hopefully she wants to high tail it out of there because she was tired of being in the foster system and not because she was being abused by the foster parents. She found the former unlikely unfortunately.
Beca paused, unsure how she should answer her. She wanted to say something badly, but held back. "I'll be fine. Don't… Don't worry Ms. Beale, it'll be fine." Eventually she thought bitterly. The universe has to stop throwing her to the wolves at some point, she just hasn't hit rock bottom yet. I mean once you hit that, things got to go up again right?
Chloe pulled up in the Howell driveway and put it into park. Chole rummaged in the cubby of her car looking for a pen and paper. She then wrote her number and Aubrey's too on it. Chloe grabbed Beca's hand who tensed a second before relaxing in it. She turned the hand over, placing the paper on the palm of her hand. "Here's my number and Ms. Posen's too on the bottom. If you're ever in trouble, you can call me or Ms. Posen. Okay? Day or night. I mean it." She added making sure she's getting her point across. "Also when we're out of school, you can call me Chloe. I mean like I said earlier, I consider us friends." Friends… the comment almost made her happy but it stung. Friends. The word didn't seem quite right with her.
"O-Okay thank you Ms. Be- Chloe. See you tomorrow." Beca stuttered stuffing the paper in her Jean pocket and scurrying to the house entrance not wanting Mr. Howell to investigate who was in his driveway.
Chloe went pulled out of the driveway feeling a bit of uneasiness. Beca will be fine. She's got her number, she'll call if she needs any help. Halfway home she noticed Beca left her unfinished burger in her car. She'll just have to bring it to school tomorrow. Beca can heat it up tomorrow instead of having what they called lunch at school.
Tiptoeing in the house Beca scanned the area watching for any sign of Howell. She tried quietly to go to her room without running into him but before she could walk upstairs fully, Bishop started barking wildly at her. Of course the dog would notice her. She grew pale cursing her luck.
"Mitchell, that you?" Mr. Howell's slightly slurred voice called out from the couch. "About time you came back. I mean you can only do so much with porn, it's just not as great as the real thing you know. Get over here." He commanded turning off the tv darkening the room. He leered at her like a piece of meat. She felt sick to her stomach. Her burger she ate threatened to come back up.
"M-Mr. H-Howell, can we not tonight? I'm on my p-period." She lied to him. He made a disgusted face at that.
"Tch… of course you're fucking bleeding down there." He said irritated. "Whatever, doesn't mean you still can't put that mouth of yours to good use." He strolled over to her, grabbing her hair roughly which caused her to cry out. "After you get me off, I think I'll fuck you in the ass. Won't be as great as your tight fucking pussy Mitchell, but will do for now." He smirked at her, licking his lips.
Beca's breathing skyrocketed. He'd find out she was lying if he tried to fuck her in the ass. He'd fuck her up ten times worse after catching her lying."N-No…" She instinctively kicked him in the balls not wanting to do any of that right now. Not that she ever wanted to do it ever in the first place. "Fuck, I didn't mean-" She didn't give a shit about him but last time she kicked one of her foster fathers in the balls, she got beaten pretty badly. Winded up in the hospital with a broken arm and cracked ribs.
Suddenly her cheek was throbbing and she fell right on her ass. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, close to falling down her face. Mr. Howell had just punched her. Still holding his crotch in pain, he seethed at her. "Fucking bitch! I warned you if you didn't do what I said…you'd fucking pay for it." He looked over towards his dog in fury.
Beca's eyes widened realizing where this was going." Wait no! I-I'll be good." She begged, her voice already sounding muffled from the swelling forming on her cheek.
"Bishop! Get her boy, make her learn her lesson. Make her wish she'd just behaved. Naughty girls get punished." Mr. Howell practically spat out.
The German shepherd sprinted towards her in groundbreaking speed. Beca managed to get up in an attempt to run. She barely got anywhere before feeling piercing pain to her left ankle.
Bishop had locked his canine jaws onto Beca's left ankle and was biting with all its might, shaking its head back and forth making the girl scream in agony. It was so painful she ended up crumbling to the floor no longer able to hold herself upright.
"P-Please- please m-make him stop, I'm sorry!" Beca cried out. She attempted to pull the dog off her leg by pushing it away with her hands with no avail. Bishop continued the assault and growled every time Beca's hands touched his head in an attempt to get him off.
Howell however just laughed at her rather cruelly. "Should have listened girly." He mocked. He walked over Beca who's eyes were now closed from the pain. "Are you going to listen now? If I want you to suck me off, you'll do it. If I want your ass you'll give it to me, okay? You have no say, Mitchell. And if you wish to be brave and fight back like today, I'll just get Bishop here to bite you again." He threatened.
"I'll do whatever you want, but please get him to stop! It h-hurts!" Beca whimpered.
"Bishop, stop boy." He gave the order making the dog stop, letting go of her ankle.
Beca opened her eyes and could see blood seeping through her pants leg. It was a lot. Her breathing was getting chaotic. "Ow…fuck." She sobbed.
"Good boy, let me get you your favorite treat." Bishop's tail wagged in excitement. Mr. Howell came back with a few of those bacon looking dog treats and gave them to the shepherd, patting him lovingly on the head. The dog ate the treats like it was a vacuum.
It was flabbergasting to watch as Mr. Howell actually looked like a decent human being for a second but Beca knew the truth. That he is one rotten human being.
There was a knock on the door startling them both. "Be quiet. Don't move." He hushed her while putting on clothes quickly before going to the door, opening it just enough so whoever was there couldn't see much of anything in the house.
There stood his neighbor Jodie who looked at him in concern. Mr. Howell wrinkled his nose at the eruption but played it cool. Jodie was a hardcore church woman, whom he hated with a burning passion. "I think I heard some screaming? Is everything alright Mason? Is Gloria okay? How about the girl you're fostering right now?" She asked, worriedly.
"Gloria is fine, she's actually working right now. And Beca actually did well on her test this week, so I let her stay over at a friend's house."
"How lovely for you to do that. I mean not all foster families are nice like that."
"Yes it's such a shame too. And you see, the noise you heard earlier was actually a movie I was watching. Really love watching horror movies. And my remote was acting up and it accidentally turned the volume up quite high." He made it up. "Sorry for disturbing you, it was by complete accident."
"Oh okay. As for your remote I'd get that fixed so that doesn't happen again. Wouldn't want me or our other neighbors thinking something might be wrong again." She spoke a bit relieved.
"Will do. Sorry to have bothered you Jodie." He gave her one of his best fake smiles. He waved goodbye to her and was about to close the door when a whimper sounded out.
"What was that? I thought you said the girls were out?" Jodie wondered not quite sure what she had heard. She was also hard of hearing in one ear.
"It's just my dog Bishop. You see I just gave him some treats and he wants more now. But unfortunately for him I limit how many he has a day." He smoothly said. "Don't want a chubby dog." He chuckled.
"Oh, right now I remember you have a shepherd right? I totally get you, I have a beagle and he loves to put his head on your thigh under the dinner table. Always begging for food." She giggled. Mason found it irritating and wanted to smash the lady's head in.
"Yes, dogs are man's best friend and all. Sorry to have cut this short but Gloria wants me to get started on dinner so it will be ready by the time she gets home from work. So I better get to that otherwise I'd be in the dog house." He ushers trying to get her to leave.
"Of course! Say hello to her for me, I barely see her around while she's working." She waved Mr. Howell goodbye and took off walking back to her house next door. He then shut the door, locking it, grumbling his cheery facade completely gone.
"I thought I told you to shut up! What if she saw anything?" He growled at her, kicking her in the stomach. Beca curled into a ball whining. One hand clutched her ankle while the other was wrapped around her stomach. Blood was coating the hand that was holding her ankle. "Get up, open your mouth." He demanded stripping down once again. He was quite hard.
She wasn't moving fast enough so he pushed her head down making her gag on him. Time moved into a blur and soon Howell's load came into her mouth making her nearly vomit right there. She could hardly breathe from the forced oral and injures. He zipped himself up satisfied.
"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Don't want to fuck you while your bleeding all over, so this will have to do today. Then go to your room for the night. Next time you'll think twice before being difficult, Mitchell." He growled.
Beca hissed. Her first attempt to get up failed and she fell right back down. Pain shot through her ankle. Her second would have also been also a failure if she hadn't caught herself on the wall. Leaning heavily against it she hopped on one foot using the stairs wall and railing for support.
Getting to the upstairs bathroom was slow and agonizing. She was breathing a mile a minute like she ran a long time. Every time she'd accidentally put pressure on her left ankle she'd cry out. She felt like she could pass out.
Once she got there, she pulled out the first aid kit under the sink and sat down on the toilet lid. "Fuck… how I'm I going to act like I'm fine at school when I can barely walk?" She mutters to herself. Heck even a granny can run laps around her at this rate. She cleans and wraps her ankle the best she can. Blood oozed through the bandages. Her breathing was still bad and she started to hit her thighs to ground herself. "Fuck, I can't…" hold out much longer. She staggered off the lid and grew a pale green. She lifted up the lid and finally threw up until nothing was left but bile.
From the bathroom floor she crawled to her room and struggled onto her twin. This time she couldn't stop the tears from falling. She sobbed into a pillow to muffle the sounds not wanting Howell to come in.
After a while she pulled out the numbers that Chloe wrote for her earlier wishing to call but it's not like she owned a phone, nor did the Howell's have a landline. Even if they did, she wasn't going to get very far with how her ankle was.
She really wanted Chloe's comfort but was also dreading going to school tomorrow. Maybe life would grant her mercy and she wouldn't have to wake up at all.
She ended up passing out from her throbbing ankle, getting an uneasy sleep throughout the night.
AN: sorry not sorry. Love putting my favorite characters through the ringer. It will get better and hopefully not much more of the oc's(hate writing/reading oc's.). But sometimes you have to do it. And of course more bechloe. Just to add to that, because of what Beca's dealing with anything sexual between them will be slow burn if at all in the fic, but the actual romance between them will be faster.
On a different note, my anime convention was really fun. Got to meet Johnny young Bosch which was awesome.
Anyways not sure when chapter 4 will be out but I'll probably start working on it next week. Until next time.