A/N: I didn't know I could write so fast! I got the idea for this chapter last night while I was trying to sleep and couldn't fall asleep until it was finished!

I made Beca kind of an ass in this chapter so be fair warned. She's just a straight up bitch. Granted, some people think that of her now anyways but shes' definitely more so in this chapter. But she has a point.

Anyways as always I own nothing but the plot. All rights to the characters from the movie belong to Kay Cannon and Universal Studios. The song this chapter is influenced by and named after is Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day and all rights to those lyrics belong to them.

As always have a lovely day or evening and enjoy the read. (Also feedback is very much appreciated.)

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

When the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone

I walk alone

I walk alone

I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me

'til then I walk alone

It was a week later when Beca had her first "support group" meeting. The group was just a cliché and stupid as Beca had predicted it would be. There was nine of them, 10 if you counted the counselor or therapist or whatever. They all sat in a large circle. Beca opted to sit farthest away from the shrink as possible, so she sat across from her. Beca actually sat just outside of the circle. She didn't want to be close to any of the people in the group, both physically and metaphorically. She just wanted to get this stupid therapy thing out of the way as fast as possible so she could get back home and go back to sleep. That's all she wanted to do these days was sleep. She didn't even work on her music anymore. She just didn't have the drive or inspiration.

"Okay everyone let's begin! Like always I just want everyone in the circle to state their name and share a fact about themselves with us." Doc Shrink, that was the nickname Beca had assigned to the woman, said

"I'll start. Hello everyone, I'm Dr. Williams and my favorite flavor of ice cream is Mint Chocolate Chip." Doc Shrink said. Next was the elderly looking man to her right. Beca quickly zoned out and before she realized it, it was her turn.

"Young lady!" She heard the doctor say loudly but kindly, bringing Beca out of her stupor.

"Beca," was the only thing Beca was willing to share. Dr. Williams looked at her expectantly. After a few awkward seconds of staring Beca had had enough.

"What!?" She asked rather harshly.

"You didn't share a fact about yourself." The doctor informed.

"Thanks but I'll pass." Beca declared and she crossed her arms over her chest and slouched down in her chair.

"Everyone else before you did it." The woman said as if that was suppose to mean something to her.

"Yeah well I ain't everyone." Beca stated matter-of-factly.

"Are you saying that you're better than everyone else here?" Beca could tell from the tone of the doctor's voice that she was testing her. Beca didn't care, she was going to take the bait. This place was far to boring anyways.

"If I thought that I wouldn't be here now would I?" Beca heard a few gasps and saw some people's eyes widen but she could give two fucks less right now. She had a challenge to win.

"So what you're saying is you think you're less than everybody else?" This lady was beginning to piss Beca off. Even though she knew every question was a test she still couldn't resist the urge to reply back with a snarky comment.

"What I'm sayin' is this place is a waist of my time." Beca answered.

"That wasn't really answering my question Beca." Beca took a deep breath to compose herself. She was better than this twat and she knew it. She was the master of snappy comebacks and sarcastic quips. This lady had no idea who she was messing with.

"No, I don't think I'm less than everyone else." She answered, trying a little harder than normal to be calm.

"So then why won't you just share a fact about yourself with us?" Aaaaand there it is. The whole reason this conversation started.

"Because it's a free country last time I checked and that means I don't have to if I don't want to." Beca smirked. She had this in the bag.

"Very true. But you do realize that by not sharing this fact now you're only hurting yourself in the end." Dr. Williams said before moving on to the next group member.

Beca felt her anger boiling up for the whole rest of the 'therapy' session. It was as if someone put her on to boil and once she had all that was left was to sit and simmer. Three people had shared already and they were finally on the last one. A petite blonde who couldn't have been much taller than Beca. She stood and reintroduced herself to the group. Her name was Sarah. Beca only half listened as the girl recounted why she was there and the problems she was facing now. Apparently her parents had kicked her out if the house when she was sixteen because she got pregnant and she had to go live with her grandmother. Then all Beca heard was that she had to give the kid up for adoption and how she became depressed and suicidal afterwards. It wasn't until she talked about what saved her did Beca really begin to listen.

"I was sitting on the ledge of the roof of my apartment building one night. Normally I go up there to think because being that high up is calming and peaceful and helps me clear my head of the bad thoughts I sometimes get. That night nothing seemed to be calming me down though. I just kept thinking how nice it would be to just jump and end it all. Just stop all the pain all at once, you know? I had just worked up the courage to do it when I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder. Frightened and a little upset that someone had interrupted me I gazed up to see who it was. It was my cute neighbor in 4A. It turns out he goes up there to smoke since it's not allowed in the building itself and when he saw me he knew what I was thinking about doing. After that we talked for hours before we eventually had to go back inside and part ways. We agreed to grab lunch the next day and from there we just became really good friends. That was until he asked me out and I said yes. Now we're actually engaged and we plan on getting married in the fall. His friendship and kindness is what saved me and I honestly don't know where I would be without him." The girl finished and it took all Beca had not to scoff and make a snide remark. Doesn't she know there's no such thing as a happy ending? In the end he'll leave her. Either in the driver's seat of a car or inside of a casket. He was going to leave her because forever doesn't exist. That or she'd leave him. That was just the way the world worked. It was a constant cycle of people coming and going and nobody stayed forever. The sooner these people realized that the better.

"Beca, you look like you have something you want to say." Dr. Williams singled her out, obviously noticing Beca's disapproving face.

"Nope. I leave that all up to you Doc." She answered sarcastically.

"Are you sure… because your face tells me there's something you want to say." She tried again.

"If I wanted to say it out loud I would now wouldn't I?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm just calling it like I see it." The woman stated. Beca wasn't sure what it was about this woman that got under her skin but she couldn't stop herself from saying what she said next.

"You know what? You're right. There is something I want to say." Beca then directed her steely blue glare at Sarah.

"He's going to leave you." She stated plainly, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"What?!" Sarah choked out.

"Yeah, he's going to leave you. Just like Dr. Shrink's sister left her, or Jim Bob-"

"It's Frank!" The man who Beca had addressed interrupted.

"Just like Jim Bob's wife left him or my mother left me. He's going to leave. It's what people do. They leave. Be it by choice or by some horrible and dramatic death, people leave. The sooner you all realize that the better off you all are." Beca was being beyond blunt. She was just a club at this point. A club bashing wildly at everyone and everything in sight.

"That's quite enough Ms. Mitchell!" Dr. Williams exclaimed, now standing. Beca smirked slightly. This round went to her.

"You can go and wait out in the hall!" The woman ordered.

"Finally! With pleasure!" Beca groaned before standing and grabbing her bag.

"Wait!" Beca turned around to see a redhead, Claire? No that wasn't it…China? No that wasn't right either.

"Chloe," CHLOE! It was Chloe.

"No it's okay. I have something I want to say." Chloe said, her surprisingly captivating icy blue glare holding Beca where she was.

"While I'll agree that people do leave eventually I don't think Marcus will leave Sarah. At least not in the way you're talking about. They're too close, too connected for him to just leave. He loves her. That kind of bond isn't just broken overnight. Not everybody leaves. At least not before their time. Some people are just meant to be together. To have each other for as long as they live. Even if it's only as friends. They are meant to be friends and be together until the end because that's how it was predetermined to be." The redhead finished and looked at Beca expectantly.

"I'm sure my mom would like to disagree with you… if she could that is. She can't though because SHE LEFT! Just like I said. People leave, be it in a bloodied body bag or a souped up Lamborghini. Nobody sticks around for the encore." Beca said before turning and exiting the room. She waited (rather impatiently) as all of the group members filed out of the room. Some shot her dirty glares, others just ignored her completely. She flipped off a few of them in response. It wasn't like she cared what these people thought of her anyways. People had been judging her whole life. She was used to it by now.

"Beca, a word." Dr. Williams said after the last patient had left. Beca begrudgingly drug herself back into the room before plopping down into one of chairs awaiting the upcoming lecture.

"That was quite the show you put on today." She said.

"I had to entertain myself somehow." Beca answered, being extremely cavalier.

"Look Beca I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Most, if not all, of the members of the group don't want you to come back. If it weren't for Chloe you would be kicked out by now. But she said everyone deserves a second chance and I agree. So you can come back on Wednesday but you can't be pulling the crap you pulled today. You're already on a short leash now and pulling another stunt like you did today isn't going to fly."

"Fuck that! I'd rather sit at home and watch shitty daytime television!"

"Need I remind you that you agreed to this as part of your release. You can either come here for a few hours a day twice a week or you can be put under 24 hour surveillance in the psych ward at the hospital. Your choice." Beca groaned. Well played Doc, well played.

"All right fine. I'll behave." Beca hated backing down but she still had a goal at the end of the day. Get the hell out of this place.

After Beca was released she headed to the front doors of the building. Once she was outside she looked around for her father. Of course, he was nowhere to be found. This was just like her childhood all over again. More than pissed she began an angry stomp back to her father's. She didn't get very far before she heard someone calling out her name. She turned around to see who it was and scoffed while rolling her eyes. It was that freaking redhead.

"Hey!" The girl greeted warmly.

"What do you want? I got a long walk home and you're stalling it."

"I have to walk home too. We could walk together if you want?"

"Thanks but no thanks. I walk alone." Beca then started walking again. This girl couldn't seem to get the hint though as she trailed alongside Beca.

"You don't have to walk alone ya know?" The girl stated. Beca thought about it for a moment.

"You know what, you're right. I don't actually walk alone. You see that?" Beca pointed to the ground.

"See what? Your shadow?"

"Yes. That is the only thing I let walk with me. Now if you'll excuse us, were hungry and our father's house isn't getting any closer with us standing here talking to you." Beca responded harshly before once again marching away. When Beca didn't see or hear the girl for awhile she thought that the redhead had finally gotten the message.

"You know, you might enjoy life more if you were less grumpy all the time." She heard from her right. She jumped and faced the owner of the voice. It was the redhead… again!

"Jesus! Can't you take a hint!? GO AWAY!" Beca shouted, arms flailing spastically. The girl looked like she was in deep thought upon hearing this before she responded.

"Nope. I think I'd rather follow you." She had a smirk on her face and Beca didn't quite understand it but she found that she was actually beginning to like this redhead. Only a little though. She had gull that was for sure.

"Look… Chloe right?" The girl nodded enthusiastically.

"I walk alone. It's just easier okay? Now go bother some other poor sap." Beca was beyond fed up with this strange redhead but she was strangely not really trying her hardest to get rid of her.

"Well Beca, the way I look at it you have two options," how did this turn around on her?

"You can either accept the fact that I'm walking home with you or you can be annoyed as I walk with you anyways." If Beca wasn't worried about encouraging this obviously insane woman she would be smirking right now.

"Whatever." Beca mumbled and once again resumed her pace. The two walked in moderately awkward silence. Beca could tell Chloe was surprised by how fast she could walk. She didn't need to know that Beca was walking faster than she actually walked trying to get rid of the ginger. Occasionally Chloe would ask a question and if it was too personal or something stupid Beca didn't answer. Eventually Chloe realized Beca wasn't going to answer any of her questions because she thought all of the questions were stupid or personal and instead opted to let Beca ask questions.

"Okay, I have one. Why did you tell Doc Shrink to let me stay? It's obvious no one wants me there and I don't want to be there… so why did you help me?"

"Because like I told Dr. Williams, everyone deserves a second chance."

"All you did was prolong the inevitable." Beca stated.

"Maybe. At least I can say I tried." Chloe said absent-mindedly. Before the conversation could go any further they finally reached Beca's house.

"Well, this has been… awful. Thanks for intruding on my solo walk." Beca said as she started the trek up the front steps of the house.

"Wait! Will I see you on Wednesday?!" She heard Chloe call out behind her.

"Maybe!" Beca threw over her shoulder.

"Well can I have your number!?"

"Nope!" Beca shouted before disappearing into her house.

"Hello dear. How was your meeting?" Sheila greeted Beca at the door.

"Just fucking peachy. Where the hell is Phil!"

"He had a meeting today. Why?"

"Because he told me he'd pick me up! Just proves some things never change." Beca stated dryly before brushing past her step-mother and up to her bedroom.

Plopping down onto her bed, she took a deep breath before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.