(Rehearsals)

Chloe and I walk into rehearsals and the next thing I know, I'm shaking uncontrollably. It's not that I don't trust Beca, I do I really do, it's just that I'm worry that somethings gonna happen while we work with this set list. All of the Bella's want me to let my hair down, and calm down with the control and everything. They don't know how hard it is for me to do that though, I try to push through to not just help me, but to also help the group. They look up to me as an uptight, controlling leader who is obsessed with winning. But I don't want to be known for that.

A hand grabs my hand and I look up to Chloe, who has a concerned look on her face, "you okay?" She asks me. I slowly nod my head. Tears form in my eyes and I bring my free hand up to wipe them. "Hey, what's wrong?" Chloe asks me again. I look up to her again as one lonesome tear drips down my face. "I'm scared." I answered as I wiped my face again. "What are you scared of?" I shake my head, not wanting to answer. "Is it about your dream?" I nod my head. It's only half true, but I was being honest. "Come here." She says to me, I walk up to her and she pulls me into a hug as I cry into her shoulder.

(Chloe's POV)

I send a message out to the rest of the group and say that practice is cancelled. I slowly walk Aubrey back to our dorm and we both sit on her bed. Aubrey slowly relaxes over time, and I stroke her hair so she can relax more, and I could tell immediately she visibly calms. I hear my phone buzz, so I check it and it's from Fat Amy.

Amy: Hey Red, why's practice cancelled?

Chloe: Aubrey's not doing well. She was balling her eyes out when we got to the rehearsal space. She won't tell me why though.

Amy: Poor Aubrey. Hope she is alright soon. Cya Red!

Chloe: Bye…

(Aubrey's POV)

If I don't eat soon, my stomach will give up on me. Don't ask how I could throw up so much when I have no food in my system, because the answer will be that I really don't know. I don't even eat as much food as I vomit! Chloe just left to go to the shops and I am now home alone. I slowly get up and go to the pantry. I find some plain chips and pick it up and take it to the sofa. I turn on the television and watch some America's Got Talent.

I wait for Chloe to come home, and I get a phone call. I see the caller I.D and I freeze. The familiar churning in my stomach isn't working. I slowly pick up the phone and answer the phone. "Hello." I say. I wait to get a response, my stomach still churning. "Aubrey Posen, I will be coming over in about 10 minutes see you then." BEEEEPPP. My dad is coming over…

My breathing starts to quicken. I call Chloe as soon as the call ends. "Hello!" Chloe's chirpy voice rings through the telephone. "Bree, are you alright? It sounds like you're breathing faster than a cheetah runs!" I take a deep breath and place a hand on my stomach. It calms the nausea a little. "Chloe, my dad is coming here in less than 10 minutes! Please come home!" I'm almost crying to Chloe at that point. "I'm coming."

We end the call and I start to organize the apartment. Chloe walks through the door and I feel like crying again. My head starts to spin when I hear a knock at the door. I can't settle the familiar churning in my stomach. I feel like that if I open the door, my stomach will give up on me and there will be projectile vomit all over my father. Chloe looks at me with a look in her eyes asking if she wants me to open the door. I nod my head and go to the bathroom and lean against the toilet and start to dry-heave.

(Chloe's POV)

I invite Mr. Posen inside and let him sit on the couch. I tell him that I would be back in a few minutes with Aubrey. I walk into