Trigger warnings for self-harm and abuse.

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P.S. the initial section is in italics because it is a dream sequence/flashback.

All Beca could hear was crashing and banging from downstairs. She was curled in a ball, her tiny five year old hands covering her ears. She trembled with tears and flinched every time she heard a glass shatter or a fist hitting a wall. Through the commotion, Beca could hear muffled shouting from her father. The shouting stopped and so did the various crashing and banging noises, only to be followed by the noise of the front door slamming and a car starting outside.

The colours of the room seemed to melt and move around into what was the same room but 6 years later. Beca heard shouting again, but this time she knew she was in trouble. She was sat on her bed, tears snaking from her eyes. Beca heard heavy steps coming up the stairs and a sudden band against the door she had locked in anticipation of this moment.

"Beca open this fucking door!" She head her dad shout. Beca said silent. "Don't make me smash this fucking door down!" her father shouted. Most would see this as a hollow threat, but Beca knew that he would. Within moments he smashed into the door and the bolt splintered off the door frame and flew across the room, almost hitting Beca.

"What the fuck is this Beca!" Her dad shouted, shoving a piece of paper in the small girls face.

"Dad, I'm sorry I'll try harder I promise!" Beca said, crying and backing away from her dad.

"You think you're going to get anywhere in life with grades like this!" Her dad was getting closer now so Beca stood up and started backing away from her Father but it was useless. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and pushed her against the wall. The impact of her head against the wall caused stars to shoot across Beca's vision.

"No daughter of mine is going to get away with this shit!" Her father shouted, his face inches from hers. Beca felt herself slipping from consciousness and her eyes where fluttering shut. Her dad let go of her and let her slide down the wall. Just before she lost herself, she heard her dad say two, short, painful words.

"Stupid bitch." Then Beca closed her eyes.

When she opened them again she was in the bath, she was 15 and she held a kitchen knife in her left hand. Beca's eyeliner was dripping teardrop, by teardrop into the bath, dispersing like dye in the searing water. Beca held the knife to her right arm and slowly dragged the blade across her wrist and she felt some pressure leave her body. Just like her eyeliner, the blood hit the water, drop by drop.

The walls and colours moved again and this time, she found herself in the kitchen, shouting at her dad. Her mom was on the floor, blood dripping from her mouth. Everything afterwards happened so fast. Her dad threw a punch, she staggered back and turned away, gripping the counter for support. When she turned back her dad was still close. He gripped her hair, lifted her head and then slammed it onto the counter.

Beca jolted awake. She was drenched in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. Her whole body was shaking in fear. She knew this feeling all too well, it wasn't the first time she'd had that exact nightmare. Beca decided she needed to shower, she got out of bed and took a cold shower. At first she was worried about getting her arm wet, but then she remembered that Chloe had told her it would be okay to get wet after about a day of healing over.

Beca stood under the jet of water, she was thinking about going into the bin to find the razor. It would be so easy. She thought to herself as she felt the pressure build up inside herself. And then, she looked back at her arm. The now drenched purple bracelet hung around Beca's wrist. She tugged at it a little and then filled her mind with images of Chloe.

After a few moments of thinking about the redhead, the way her hair fell, her smile, her laugh and lastly her eyes. Oh god her eyes. Beca thought. With this, she decided to leave the shower. When she had mostly dried off and was in her bath gown, drying her hair, she realised it was starting to get light outside and looked at her alarm clock for the time. It was nearly 6am so Beca decided she would just stay awake until she had to leave for class, there was no use going back to sleep now.

After Beca had dried her hair she got dressed into her usual attire of skinny jeans, combat boots, a black thank top and a plaid shirt. She decided she would make some mixes whilst she was waiting to go to class. When Beca went to go grab her laptop from under her bed she noticed her phone on her bedside table.

"Oh shit." She murmured as she reached for her phone, remembering that Chloe would have texted her the night before. She unlocked her phone and found two new messages, both from Chloe.

"Hey there Becs', just texting you as promised! Hope you're not missing me to much ;) xx" Beca smiled at the message, and she almost fainted at the second.

"Well I'm guessing you've drifted off into wonderful dreamland! I'll talk to you in the morning little one! Don't hesitate to ring or text if you need me, I have a bag packed with my clothes and lots of chocolate ready if you need me at any time of the night. My phones on loud so this time I promise you I'll wake up straight away. Anyway, I hope you sleep well! Good night my sexy brunette! Xxxxx" Beca couldn't help but blush when she read the last few words. My sexy brunette. Beca repeated over and over in her head, completely knocked back by the faintest suggestion that she could be Chloe's.

Beca was snapped from her imagination when her phone vibrated again. She hastily unlocked it but found it was just a spam email from some company most likely trying to sell her Viagra. With a huff Beca locked her phone and placed it back on her bedside table. She pulled out her laptop and started mixing songs, deciding to text Chloe at a reasonable time.

. . .

A couple hours had passed and Beca's first class was at 9am, so she decided it was time to get ready. Before she got her stuff ready, she sent Chloe a text.

"Good morning Red! Sorry I fell asleep quite fast last night. I slept well thank you! Xxx" Beca had a slight feeling of guilt for lying to Chloe, but she knew it was much easier than explaining everything. Beca would tell Chloe, but not right away. She got all her things together and was ready about ten minutes before she had to leave. To waste time, Beca quickly tidied her room and soon enough it was time to leave. Quickly checking her phone, Beca was disheartened to see no text from the redhead.

On her way to class Beca felt her phone vibrate and she couldn't help but pull a cheesy grin when she found that it was Chloe.

"Hey there Becs'! Sorry I didn't answer sooner! I got up late so I was in a rush Xxx" Beca quickly tapped out her reply to the redhead.

"It's okay, I've got to get into class and I have no service in there I'm out at 12 and I'll be at the coffee shop just outside my dorm for about 10 past, hope to see you there! See ya soon sexy redhead xxx" Beca made her way into the lecture room to begin her class. She saw her friend Jesse. Beca thought he was alright, well, he was a little clingy and he never really seemed to get the message that Beca wasn't into him. However among all this, Beca couldn't help but like Jesse, his constant attempts at getting Beca to watch a movie with him were annoying, but his efforts still made her chuckle. In an attempt to avoid the begging Beca attempted so sneak through the hall without being seen. However, Beca obviously wasn't as stealthy as she would have liked to believe because it wasn't long before Jesse noticed the small brunette.

She spent the class not really listening to what her Philosophy teacher was saying, and put more effort into the thinking about Chloe. Beca wasn't a nervous person, yes she was quite reserved but she often had a very confident attitude towards people and never really got worked up about just talking to someone, but Chloe Beale was an exception. A beautifully amazing exception. Multiple times during her class Beca found herself mindlessly playing with her bracelet. Even though Beca didn't feel down like she had earlier that morning, it still cheered her up knowing that Chloe was wearing a twin bracelet of her own, the fact that the plaited purple thread gave her just another bit of connection to the redhead.

The class ended and Beca was relieved that for some reason or another, Jesse had to leave early, meaning that there was no chance of him getting in the way of her possible time with The redhead. She didn't even know if Chloe would actually be there, but Beca was sure she could wait alone for hours if it meant simply catching a glance of Chloe walking past, let alone waiting to actually talk to the older girl. With this thought, Beca quickly packed up all her things and rushed out of the building. The coffee shop was five minutes away so Beca knew she'd be on time. Just after she left the building, Beca's phone buzzed in her pocket. To her delight, it was Chloe.

"I'll be there! Get me a vanilla latte with two sugars and I'll pay you back when I get to you xxx" Beca would normally have replied with a straight out no at this request but she couldn't help but give in for the redhead. Beca decided against replying as Chloe had sent that text an hour before. Instead, she made a beeline for the coffee shop.

"Rebecca Mitchell, You're totally fucked." Beca said to herself, smirking. For Beca, Chloe had become more than just a symbol of kindness, laughter and beauty.

The sexy redhead from the bar was now a symbol of hope.

I hope that cleared up some questions but I'm not revealing everything just yet! The next chapter will be done by the end of this week! Night awesome nerds!