AN: I suck at accents for characters so it's not going to be great. There's other inaccuracies like after I wrote and published the last chapter I found out that it's illegal for a teacher to drive a student without permission. Makes sense but it's already written. Oh well.

Warnings- some swearing, slight violence nothing too graphic.

Chloe sighed in the break room carrying her lunch and Beca's leftovers. She also had a cup of coffee from Starbucks. She put the food items in the fridge. She couldn't shake the feeling like she made a mistake leaving Beca there.

"So what's wrong now Chlo?" Aubrey says behind her. Chloe turned around frowning. Aubrey had her arms crossed around her chest giving her best friend a look. "You looked like someone kicked your dog Chloe. Beca again?" She guessed.

"I'm worried… well… more so than before." Chloe admitted to the blonde. She sipped her coffee before taking a seat on an empty table, Aubrey taking the seat across."I feel like I left her to the wolves or something. She practically shut down when I dropped her off last night."

"I don't know what to say Chlo. Obviously there's something going on with her." Aubrey rubbed her temples.

"Yeah, I feel it in my gut. I swear to god, if this foster dick did anything to Becs. He'll have better chances in the ring with Mike Tyson." The redhead vented under her breath. She may only have known Beca for a short time but she grew to care for her.

Honestly, no one even came close to the girl. She bites her lip nearly making it bleed. She had this feeling before but never this strong for someone this fast. Before she could hate herself for feeling such a way, Aubrey broke her out of her thoughts.

"Easy there tiger. I get you, just whatever you do, just avoid jail okay? You're a teacher and one wrong move and you'll say goodbye to your teaching career." Aubrey said being reasonable.

"You're right, I'm sorry but Beca…" Chloe trailed off.

"Will get help. Otherwise if she goes the way she is, she'll be repeating the school year."

"Which is why I started tutoring her. She did wonderfully. I just think she's one of the kids that just gets left behind because it's hard to get individual time when there's thirty or so students in class."

"Understandable. But it wouldn't matter if she's skipping gym. It may not be an academic class but it's still required for one of her credits to graduate." Aubrey pushed.

"We talked last night. She said she'll be going to all of her classes. So try not to scare her too much Bree." Chloe replied back, taking a sip savoring the flavor.

"Hey, I may be a bitch, but I'm not heartless." She teased. "But come on, the day hasn't started yet. I bet you'll go teach class and see her there." Aubrey tried to comfort her friend.

"Your right-"

"Hey Goldilocks, Red. I just ran into vice principal Gail, and she told me feisty mouse just called in sick. How unfortunate, I was hoping to see her again before the weekend started." Chloe got interrupted by their German coworker Kommissar. She stood before the two girls whose faces looked shocked at the news.

"What? Beca's not coming in today? Did Gail say why?" Chloe sprung out of her chair nearly spilling her half empty coffee. She also grew pale as anxiety filled her body.

"Woah, okay there red? Gail told me the little mouse is sick with the flu. Foster father had no idea when she'll be back." The blonde German raised her eyebrows at the woman's behavior.

"But she was fine yesterday? Well I mean, yes she was exhausted but she wasn't- she wasn't sick like that!" Chloe was confused. She might have bought it if the foster father said she was physically exhausted and needed a day's rest but the flu?

"That's honestly suspicious." Aubrey pitched in. "And with what your guts have been telling you…"

"I'm missing something here… is feisty mouse in trouble?" Kommissar asked, reading the room. She no longer was cheery but serious.

"Seems that way… I want… no need to check on Beca. If she's okay then false alarm, if not then, well he'll wish he never touched her." Chloe announced gathering her things to leave and throwing her now empty cup.

"Chlo, big problem though, we have jobs to do now? Maybe we can go there during lunch period?" She was worried for the hobbit as well, but well she took her work seriously.

"Normally I'd agree with you and say work is important. But so are our students. This is a matter of safety. And this isn't something coming out of left field. Someone is clearly hurting Beca and I intend to find out who." The redhead gave out a determined glare.

If Aubrey wasn't Aubre, she'd probably have wet herself from the fierce look Chloe was giving her. "You're right, I'm sorry Chlo. But who's going to cover you? We got to teach class in ten minutes at the latest." She said looking at the time on her phone.

"Don't worry about that goldylocks. I can cover Chloe's first period." The German woman offered. "And you're looking a little green?" She added.

"Sorry it happens when I'm stressed. Thanks Kommissar." Aubrey shrugged her off.

"Yeah she's been like that ever since I met her, but thank you so much Kommissar." Chloe gleefully spoke as if she won the lottery.

"Another thing though, what if this guy is hurting Beca, what's to say he won't do anything to you too? I don't like the idea of you going in alone." Aubrey ratione scared for her best friend.

Chloe opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. Aubrey had a point. While she's bigger than Beca, she's not too much bigger than the younger girl. And she doesn't know any martial arts or anything of the sort to defend herself. She did have pepper spray but…

"Got that's covered too. I know someone who owes me a favor. He'll be able to help if things get dicey." Kommissar says pulling out her phone dialing a number. They pick almost right away. "It's Kommissar, I'm cashing in on that favor now."

Beca woke up in absolute pain. Her ribs and head hurt but nothing compared to the agony her ankle was in. Groaning, she turned over seeing the old clock sitting on the nightstand.

Shit.

it was way past time when she needed to get up, at this point she'll be late especially with her leg being a handicap. She grips the nightstand for support, unfortunately one of the legs was missing on said nightstand causing her support to wiggle back and forth.

"Son of a bitch." She cursed as she lost her balance. She couldn't stop from whimpering out as she hit the floor with a thud. She stood still as can be, listening to any movement downstairs. She hoped her foster father didn't hear and come into the room.

She managed to crawl to the wall hoping that maybe it would help her up but the pain was too much. Instead she ended up settling against the wall not knowing what to do. After about ten minutes she heard stomping up the stairs. Fear spiked through her as she curled into herself.

Mr. Howell opened the door harshly looking very irritated. He was also clutching a small bag with him."I called the school saying you have the flu, you better be grateful Mitchell. After you heal you better show how grateful you are to me." The implication made her shudder.

"W-Why?" She croaked out. Everyday she gets surprised at how worse this man gets. He was the cause of this and now it's an inconvenience to him that she's hurt.

"Why?!" He spat. "Because I'm not stupid enough to send you to school with your face and leg like that, people will notice. Shit, maybe I should have had Bishop just scare you, but you just made me so mad you know. We wouldn't be in this situation if you'd just be a good girl and listen." Beca opened her mouth to say something but closed it from not wanting to add fuel to the fire. "Here, Gloria had left gas station donuts. Be grateful that I'm even giving you food right now."

Mason threw the bag he was holding with a donut inside hitting Beca in the face. She winced as it was her bruised part of her face that it smacked against."I-I can't eat this tho-" She weakly protested as donuts have dairy in them.

"Shut up! Ungrateful brat. Eat it or not I don't care, if you want something else go ahead and walk to the kitchen." He gave her a smug look knowing it'll be very unlikely that she even could. He walked out the door leaving her in her misery.

Beca let out a quiet sob as she tossed the now squished donut to the side . She was hungry but wasn't going to risk it, especially since she can't even stand, let alone walk right now. She needed her problems gone, not added to them.

Today was going to be a long fucking day she thought as she shook from silently crying.

Chloe met up with Kommissar's friend Pieter about a block away from the foster fathers address. Looking at him she could see why her co-worker recommended him to accompany her. He was quite tall and had a bit of Muscle, so if things go crazy he'll be a big help.

"Hi I'm Chloe, Kommissar's coworker. Thanks for doing this." She held out her hand for him to shake which he took.

"Kommissar and I went way back, saved me out of a bind, as you Americans say, yes?" Chloe nodded. "Enough small talk, let's go check on your girl."

"Wait she's not my- I'm her- forget it, the house is down this way." Chloe said flustered. It's not as if Beca wasn't attractive and normally Chloe wasn't the type to sit back on such a beautiful girl but there were rules in place for a reason. Thinking that way was dangerous. She shook her head going back to focusing on saving Beca from a highly likely abusive home.

Chloe and Pieter walked to the Howell house feeling a bit tense not knowing what to expect. Chloe had some homework for Beca and her leftovers making it so it looked like she was here for her education and not worried for her safety. Hesitating at the doorbell, Pieter nodded at her encouragely. She pressed the button and waited. About a minute in, a large man opened the door looking pissed.

"What are you guys selling?" He huffed.

"Sir we're not selling anything-"

"Then be on your merry way then." He tried closing the door but Pieter caught it holding it open. "What the fuck man." He angrily spat at the German.

"Listen okay?" Pieter says. Mr. Howell didn't look happy but obligated.

"I'm Chloe Beale, Beca's teacher and-" She began but was once interrupted by the man. It's barely been a few minutes and she already hates him and it's not quenching any of her anxiety about Beca living with him.

"She's sick, okay?" He said gruffly. "There's a reason I called her in sick today. So beat it."

"I know she's sick, but I'd still like to check up on her. I brought her some of her homework she'd been missing out on and food from yesterday." She explained but she thought she'd have a better chance talking to a brick wall.

"Oh you're the woman she's getting tutored from." Looking her up and down bitterly. "Give them to me and I'll make sure she gets it. But lady, she's not up for company." He insisted. "She so sick, she makes the exorcist look pretty right now." He joked but Chloe thought the joke was rather tasteless.

"Hey, it'll be just a minute and we'll be out of your hair." Pieter glared and was losing patience with this man. "Or at least what's left of it." He burned making a reference to his balding head chuckling lightly.

"I said no. Leave before I call the cops!" He threatened red faced.

"Please!" Chloe tried one last time to be nice but it fell flat.

"Are you brain dead? I said, no lady!" He gritted out. He went to grab Pieter's arm to move him off the door but he wouldn't budge. The difference was night and day. Mason while still tall had a dad bod, Pieter was taller by several inches and had a six pack. It would be no brainer who would win in this outcome. He grunted in frustration giving up.

"Is there another reason why you're so adamant that we not see her?" Chloe called out. "You're not going to call the police on us because there's something else you're hiding… something you don't want people to see."

Mason had a shock look on his face before masking it. "You don't know what you're talking about lady." His face was stone cold.

"Pieter..?" Chloe glanced at the German.

Pieter easily pushed the door back, making Howell stumble backwards. Chloe and Pieter walked inside the entryway.

Right away Chloe was appalled. On the TV there was porn playing but it was muted. "You're seriously watching porn in the living room while Beca's sick here! That's highly inappropriate if you're fostering children!" She yelled at him.

"Hey it's not like she can get out of bed anyways. Plus it's my house, my rules." He defended not really having a good excuse.

"If you really have to do such a thing, the bedroom would be a more appropriate place for it. At night. Or while she's at school. The living room though, I have no words." She snapped at him.

"Complete filth you are." Pieter added. "You kind of Americans make me sick!"

Having enough of this she called out Beca's name. "Beca! Beca! It's Chloe. If you can hear me, please say something." She walked towards the stairs when Mr. Howell spoke to her again.

"If you continue I'll have my dog attack you! I have every right as you're breaking and entering my home." He threatened while grabbing her arm rather painfully. Chloe winced at the pressure.

"Get off me, you ass!" She growled out.

Pieter punched Mason hard making him fall to the floor and in turn let go of Chloe."Try it you filthy perv. There's more where that came from if you move from that spot." Pieter stood protectively in front of Chloe making sure he wouldn't get the chance to grab her again. "Go ginger." He barked towards Chloe while also still keeping an eye on Howell. She heard him call his dog but didn't stick around to find out the outcome of that.

Chloe ran upstairs noting every room, not finding her until she came across a small room right before the master bedroom. When she opened it up she was shocked to see Beca on the floor looking worse for wear. I mean she tried to prepare what might have happened to her but this was much worse than her imagination. "Beca! Oh my god…" She quickly jumped into action and ran towards the girl on the floor.

"Hey... What are you doing here?" She says a bit raspy not looking the redhead in the eye.

"What I'm I doing here? Sweets, I'm here for you. I've been really worried for you." Chloe gently grabbed Beca's chin and guided her to look back at her. Chloe could now see the pain in her eyes and her heart broke into pieces. "Oh honey. Look at what he did to your face." She said moving her hand from her chin brushing over the side of her face where she was hit. Even with the soft touch Beca winced at the contact. "Sorry. Can you get up? Are you hurt anywhere else?" She questioned retracting her hand.

"… no." Chloe could barely hear the shorter girl's words.

"No you're not hurt anywhere else or you can't get up?" Chloe asked again.

"C-Can't get up." Beca admitted feeling embarrassed.

"Becs… where does it hurt?" She pressed.

"My l-left ankle. Can't put any pressure on it. Also ribs hurt, I think they're bruised." Beca listed her injuries knowing she doesn't really do much about it.

"Fucking asshole. Let me see please?" Gesturing to the girl's ankle. Chloe hoped it was only a sprain or something.

"Wait, how did you get past him and his dog?" Beca's heart rate picked up as she thought about the man. "You b-better leave before he hurts you too."

"Beca, that won't happen and I'd never leave you behind. I also didn't come alone. They're keeping him busy while I went to find you. Now, can you show me your ankle?" Beca nodded letting Chloe lift her pant leg up. Chloe's eyes widened as she just noticed the blood stains that dried through the jeans. Beca hissed as fabric moved up and Chloe gasped at the sight. Blood was all over the wrappings on the ankle which looked like it was done in a hurry. "Becs… what happened? This doesn't look like a sprain or broken ankle?" If it looks this bad over the bandages, then how bad was it under? Beca was staying silent and once again was looking anywhere but her.

Chloe's hands had to guide her face back again before she spoke. "D-dog bite." She says moaning in pain.

"What?!" Chloe was speechless for a good minute. "You're saying his dog bit you in the ankle? For what exactly?" Nothing Beca could have done deserved this. This was cruel and unusual punishment.

"I-I wouldn't do what he said…" She choked out.

"Oh honey. What did he want you to do?" Chloe said, afraid of the answer. Beca didn't say anything and was basically gasping like a fish out of water. "Woah, hey you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm here, you're safe." Chloe offered her hand to her which Beca squeezed like a lifeline. Chloe moved so she was sitting against the wall by Beca's side.

There was some muffled yelling and scruffing downstairs. Soon followed by a whimper and a stomp of feet up the stairs.

Beca tensed, which in turn made Chloe get up and check things out in case it wasn't Pieter.

"It's just me Chloe." Pieter announced heading towards the room they were in. Chloe sighed in relief. "Not sure how long that will daze the dog, but we should probably call the police." He suggested.

After the door closed, Chloe went to comfort Beca who was physically shaking. "Hey it's just the person I was telling you about earlier, he's good. You're safe. I promise." Beca buried her face into Chloe's chest and wept hard. Chloe patted her back reassuringly, ignoring the bumpiness of it as Beca's comfort is more important. She took out her phone while Pieter stood by the door guarding it. "What happened?" She asked Pieter before dialing.

"He wouldn't let up, he argued with me and after not being able to fight me himself, he ended up calling his dog thinking it would help him win. Ended up smacking it after it bit me in the arm." He held his arm up showing her. Sure enough blood was oozing out." Looks worse than it is." Chloe nodded dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The dispatch operator calmly spoke.

"Hi, I need the police and an ambulance." She told the operator, telling them of the situation at hand.

"Ambulance and police will arrive in ten minutes." The operator informed Chloe.

"Beca, the ambulance will be here in ten minutes, hang on okay?" Beca wasn't moving. Beca?" She gently patted her uninjured cheek for a response.

Nothing. With slight panic Chloe checked her pulse. It was there.

It just seemed the brunette passed out while she was on the phone talking. She must have been so exhausted and in pain, her body giving out knowing she was safe for the moment. Finally Chloe let tears fall from her face that she was holding back since seeing Beca in her current state.

When the police arrived Mr. Howell had flown the coop leaving his dog behind which they secured. The medics went to look at both Pieter and Beca. Pieter only needed stitches in his arm but Beca needed a stretcher with all her injuries.

Chloe really wanted to ride in the ambulance with Beca but decided it would be better to follow behind with her own car. She didn't want to have Aubrey or someone bring her from the hospital to pick up her car. Pieter also took his car after getting basic care even with the insistence of the paramedics. He said he just wanted to get stitches done and leave.

Before she headed inside she texted Aubrey letting her know what happened and where she's at.

Once she was in the hospital, she rushed to the desk, asking for Beca Mitchell.

"Looks like she was brought into surgery." She said after looking up the info on the computer.

"Surgery?!" She gasped in surprise. She had known it was bad, but so bad she has to have surgery? She wished she got in a few good hits like Pieter did. She was so angry at this man for hurting Beca. And she felt like she only scratched the surface. Beca told her she didn't want to do something he wanted but wouldn't go into specifics.

"Yes. For her ankle. But since she's a minor and you're not family, that's really all I can tell you." She told Chloe.

"She doesn't have any family, she's in foster care. I may not be her family but I care about her a lot." Chloe declared, hoping the nurse would budge. She was so worried about the girl and needed to know what was happening.

"I hear what you're saying, but the rules are rules. Maybe if you get emergency custody of her you'd be able to be in the know." The nurse suggested. "Or it seems here her birthday is tomorrow and she'll be eighteen. If she so wishes she'll be able to have a say in who she wants to know about this stuff."

"Okay." She says in defeat, walking towards the waiting area. She sat in a chair next to a fish tank. Emergency custody? Maybe if her birthday wasn't literally tomorrow. She scratched that idea off the list right away.

But that gives her an idea. I mean she hardly uses that room in her apartment anyways. What's one more person?

AN: Hey thanks to all who followed and favorited. Really appreciate it. Next chapter will be a little longer to come out as I want to focus on the next chapter of my other pitch perfect fic and then I'll come back to this one. And I'm going so see if I can get Wi-Fi set up this month and hopefully I won't have to upload on the app anymore.