Chloe Beale was at a loss for words.

That, in and of itself, was a rarity. The ginger sat by herself in her bedroom, frustrated beyond belief. She needed to get her shit together, she knew that. Finally, after months of being patient and fighting and begging and being supportive she'd finally gotten her beautiful girlfriend to open up her heart to her and trust her and she'd thrown it all back in her face.

"God I'm such an idiot," Chloe whispered to herself. Aubrey was right; she didn't deserve Beca at this point. The girl had obviously been traumatized beyond belief and it was amazing that was she was well-adjusted as she was. The ginger completely understood her younger girlfriend's need for personal space and lack of enjoyment when it came to physical contact for the most part, due to her scarring past.

Just yesterday Beca had shared her story with her and her best friend, who it seemed, was quickly becoming one of Beca's close friends too. The ginger felt beyond horrible that her girlfriend had to live through multiple terrible foster homes. Her heart had broken when she'd heard all of it, especially the rape. No wonder Beca was in no hurry to have sex with her. God, if it had happened to her, Chloe wasn't sure she'd want to have sex with anyone else, ever.

Chloe sighed to herself. Ignoring Beca was without a doubt the worst thing she could have done in this situation. Chloe and Aubrey had both predicted to be completely shut out by the smaller girl in the morning but she'd been amazing. She'd come out and talked and participated and tried to be normal which was a lot more than the bright-eyed girl could say. Chloe was absolutely ashamed of herself. In her defense, the inner psychology major in Chloe had taken over, telling her to give Beca space because she didn't want her girlfriend to associate her with any of the memories she'd repeated the night before. It was a lame excuse and Chloe knew it, but it was at least half of the truth. The other half being that Chloe was completely terrified. She'd never met anyone with problems so real, granted of course she'd read about them but that was different; that was strangers going through hell and Chloe was an observer but to accept that those terrible things had happened to the love of her life just wasn't an option for the ginger.

Could she help?

What if she wasn't enough?

Pushing those thoughts aside, Chloe pulled herself out of bed and wiped the tears from her glowing bright eyes. She smoothed out her shirt and flipped her hair in the mirror, making sure she looked at least presentable.

The psych major cringed when she allowed herself to consider what Beca had without a doubt assumed, that her past changed the way she felt about her girlfriend. Of course nothing could be further from the truth; Chloe fell in love with Beca more and more every day, not that the brunette would believe her now.

She needed to talk to Beca, like yesterday.

Beca made her way across the quad and quietly stepped into her radio station. She slipped off her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair with shaky hands. Her heart dropped when she glanced up from the booth and she saw a stack of CDs. It reminded her of when things were simple. When Jesse was her best friend and she and Chloe had just started out dating. Chloe's reaction to her this morning was absolutely devastating. This is exactly what she'd warned herself about, you open up to people, and you get burned. Always.

The stormy-eyed girl had truly believed in her heart that Chloe would be the exception to that but she was wrong. She'd been burned. Again.

The short girl quickly shuffled some disks around and chose one she'd made a few months ago with a lot of Taylor Swift. Her eyes danced at the memory of Chloe braiding her hair while she made her mix. Chloe was the only person she'd ever let even stay in the same room as her with she worked. Quickly her mood dampened as she remembered her current situation with her girlfriend.

The brunette sighed; she'd really appreciated all Aubrey had done for her lately, never in a million years did the young DJ predict that the pair would become such good friends nor would she have expected Aubrey to share her story with her. It felt nice, knowing she wasn't the only one with a fucked up past around here. Exhaustion started to creep in on Beca and she fought to stay awake. Slowly, she eased back into her chair and set up the next hour's worth of mixes on queue.

Finally, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.

An hour later Beca slowly opened her eyes and stretched. Her neck was sore from keeping it in the same position and she definitely had a headache. Groaning, the younger brunette turned around and stretched. All she wanted was Chloe. She wanted Chloe to sit in here and make fun of her "concentration face" and kiss her between sets. She wanted Chloe to wrap her arms around her and kiss her forehead. She wanted to listen to Chloe rant about her day and how she killed her bio test or how she 'totally nailed' that high note in that new Beyonce song in the shower that morning. She just wanted her Chloe back.

"Beca just hear me out," a voice pleaded.

Every muscle in the brunette's body tensed, ready to bolt. She turned around slowly at the extremely recognizable voice in the booth with her.

"Jesse I told you before, and I'll tell you again, fuck off," Beca said, her voice shaking with fear and rage. As the terror crept up her spine, she stood from her desk chair and face the demented boy.

"Beca please just listen to me, I never meant to hurt you," the love-struck boy pleaded. His hands were pressed into his sides and he was trembling slightly.

"I'm so so sorry," He continued, advancing closer to the object of his affections.

"Back off Jesse. Don't come any closer," The alt girl warned, her own body starting to tremble.

Jesse seemed to be in a trance. "I never wanted to hit you, believe me. You shouldn't have made me do that. I get it; you're with Chloe to make me jealous. But baby I'm in love with you too, you don't need to make me jealous anymore," he smiled. It was clear based on his facial expression and body language that he wholly believed that he was telling the truth.

"Jesse you're delusional I'm in love with Chloe," Beca said calmly, desperately searching for a way around the boy who was blocking the door.

"Don't say that," Jesse said angrily, advancing quickly on Beca.

"Back off dude," The blue-eyed girl all but growled, her hands curling into fists.

"Baby you're just confused," Jesse said, trapping her between him and the desk in the booth with his arms.

"Seriously dude fuck off," Beca tried to threaten, her entire body trembling with fear. The normally brave girl was paralyzed by the fear coursing through her system. This was a situation that she'd found herself in before and she was tragically aware of what would likely happen next.

Jesse leaned forward and roughly pressed his lips on Beca's, as if he were trying to assert dominance. The brunette immediately tried to push him away but that just made the treble angry. He mashed his lips on the small girl's harder and pressed his hips against hers too.

"Isn't this better?" He whispered between kisses. Before she could scream his lips were back on hers and his hands began to wander under shirt, squeezing her breasts painfully. Tears started to leak out of the bella's eyes and she desperately tried to move away. No one else was here. No one was going to save her.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" A deadly voice asked. Beca's eyes shot open immediately.

Chloe.

Hey guys. So it's been a while since I updated but I really still love this story. I started another Pitch Perfect story so I kinda got distracted but I swear it won't be that long for another chapter again. Thank you so much for sticking with this story and as always I love feedback. Love you all!

-Magic