a/n: so this is the 19th chapter, I guess I never have a structure really haha but tbh i do have an endgame (never used that word before) it's enjoyable for me sometimes, hopefully for you guys too...idk. thankyou for the lovely people that read this and review honestly cheers you guys, oh this is directly carrying on from last chapter since i guess it was a cliffhanger. sorry if you don't like it I'm not very good at writing as you may have noticed

"What's happened?"

Beca opened the door to Stacie, biting down on her lip hard, blood on her bruised knuckles. Stacie was dressed modestly for once in jeans and a grey sweater but Beca barely noticed she was so angry and upset, she just gazed at her friend through tired eyes. Stacie looked so fine, Beca couldn't process the fact that around her things were going on as usual while her head was spinning and angry thoughts were rotating endlessly.

She was questioning everything. Was Chloe really cheating? Why was Tom there? Why did Beca feel like there was such a barrier between them? There were so many unknowns. Beca felt like she had really let Chloe in and she realised that Chloe had not done the same...God, she was a fucking idiot. Chloe was too good for her. Why had she been so fucking stupid and gone against everything she always believed in? Beca never let anyone in. Because she knew deep down that nobody could ever love her. And she didn't deserve anyone's love either. Fucking hell.

"Oh gosh," Stacie sighed, following Beca inside.

Beca sat down on her bed and pushed her fists into each other, enjoying the pain. Her head pounded, but it wasn't just the alcohol. She felt embarrassed and furious and so wrapped in everything. She played the phone call over and over again, then images of her and Chloe together came back too. She blinked hard, and tried to push them away.

"Hun, you reek of alcohol and there's an empty rum bottle on the floor, I think you just need to calm down and take a moment," Stacie said calmly and sensibly. Beca didn't even notice how out of character she was being. "What happened?"

Beca shrugged and sniffed. God, she had the worst headache ever.

"Bec," Stacie said kindly, putting a hand on Beca's, gently stroking the bruises with her thumb. Beca looked down at Stacie's hand, forgetting how to speak for a moment. She wasn't fully sure why she even called Stacie...but she knew for sure that if she was alone too long then she might do something to seriously regret.

"I'm dating someone," Beca admitted, sort of blurting it out, blinking away tears, "I just called her...I think she's cheating on me."

Stacie looked surprised.

"How d'you know?" Stacie asked.

Beca shrugged exasperatedly.

"She was whispering to her ex on the other side of the phone. She's in Florida right now...I'm just...I don't deserve her...But I fucking love her Stace."

Beca's voice cracked and a tear rolled down her cheek, but she angrily wiped it away. She felt so weak.

"Are you sure she really did?" Stacie asked softly, squeezing Beca's dainty hand. It was a comforting gesture but given their history...

Beca nodded. Her mind was fucked, and...she turned to look at Stacie. And all of a sudden her eyes were on Stacie's lips. She couldn't even stop herself.

"You're a fucking bitch Chloe!" Tom yelled up in her face, shoving her back against the kitchen counter. "You know that?"

Chloe cried and pushed him away but he had an iron grip on her forearms, and his disgusting alcohol breath was on her skin.

"Get off me," she tried to shout, tears rolling down her cheeks.

It was dark in the kitchen and there was music playing loudly in the living room next door so no-one could hear her crying.

"And you're a dyke you know how fucked that is? Answer me!"

He shook her hard and suddenly she kneed him in his crotch, taking the opportunity to slip away from him grasp while he grunted in pain, but he grabbed her arm again and pulled her back.

Tom slapped her across the face, hard.

She fell to the floor, light going fuzzy in front of her eyes, Chloe wasn't sure what happened next but she heard Josh's deep voice, the spine chilling sound of flesh crunching against bone, glass smashing and doors slamming. As she came to five minutes later, she saw Josh stood in the middle of the kitchen, breathing heavily, red faced, massaging bloody knuckles.

"Are you okay?" he growled.

Chloe nodded weakly.

"He's gone."

Josh took her hand and pulled her up, and the pain kicked in. He hugged her and she cried onto her brother's shoulder.

"Beca stop," Stacie breathed between kisses.

Beca was sat on Stacie's lap, trying to pull her top off, Stacie's hands on Beca's tiny waist. God, this felt good, her mind was blissfully blank as she let Stacie's tongue slide back into her mouth moaning and tugging harder at Stacie's clothes.

"I don't want to," Beca growled, trying to regain control of Stacie's lips. Stacie kissed her back for a few more seconds, then said:

"Yes, you do," Stacie pushed her away by her shoulders.

Beca just looked in her eyes desperately. She couldn't take rejection on top of everything else.

"Please," she practically begged her.

"You don't want to cheat on someone you're in love with," Stacie told her.

"I..."

Everything flooded back Beca realised what she was doing. Oh fucking hell. Things were really fucked now weren't they. She climbed off Stacie, sighing. Then she started to cry.

Stacie wrapped an arm around her friend and Beca thankfully let everything out.

If this two weeks didn't end soon, who knew what could happen.

"So what happened?" Josh asked his sister gently.

They were sat out on the swings in the back garden- Chloe was thankful that Josh had saved her and taken her away from their prying family. It was dark and freezing cold outside, and the cold bit at Chloe's burning cheek. She could feel a bruise coming on beneath her eye. Fuck's sake.

"Uh, he just started screaming at me," Chloe said, trying hard to breath deeply.

"Why?" Josh asked.

Chloe shrugged pathetically.

"He was fucking wasted."

Josh's jaw clenched. Chloe could tell just how much he despised Tom.

"At first he was being fine and I just tolerated him," Chloe began, then dropped her head in her hands, thinking of Beca. "Then Beca rang me, and he was grabbing my hand and shit and I told him to get off me and she heard and screamed at me. I think she thinks I was cheating oh my gosh...fucking hell, then I screamed at him and told him to go away then he got mad."

Josh looked furious and Chloe just glared at the ground.

"I hate coming home," Chloe said childishly.

"Me too."

Chloe sighed.

"I think I've really fucking hurt Beca, Josh, she's so insecure about everything. I feel awful," Chloe pulled at her fingers frustratedly.

Josh could see just how cut up his sister was, and he put a hand on her shoulders comforting.

"Chlo', she loves you, you love her. You'll work it out. Everything will be fine."

He smiled at her and Chloe felt herself really trusting him. Maybe everything would be fine.

She could hope anyway.

A/N: too controversial...? sorry :/ what did you think, be as honest as you like, btw I tweaked the last chapter to make more sense to this one, dw about that. reviews good or bad, all are welcomed

thankyou for reading this far through, honestly