A/N: I promised a Saturday update but I'm really excited about this story so you're getting it early. I also promised y'all a roller coaster & I hope that I'm delivering. Buckle up folks... it's gonna be one hell of a ride!

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Chapter 7

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"I love you Jess." Beca sighed into the phone as she waited in line to board the plane. She was trying to stand still and even though she didn't have "jizz" running down her leg like Amy had previously broadcast, her thighs were, in fact, sticking together and she was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She was pretty sure that the lady that had been sitting next to her in the terminal could smell the sex on her judging by her wrinkled, upturned nose and the stank eye she got as the lady switched seats. She was beginning to think that she really did reek of sex and should have changed clothes but she didn't because she wasn't going to allow Jesse to dictate what she could and couldn't wear in public.

"Call me when you land, ok?" Jesse said as he stood in the kitchen clutching a bottle of beer tightly in one hand. "And don't worry about a thing. I've got it all under control here."

"Ok! I gotta go. I'll see you in a week."

"Bye babe, have a safe trip!"

Beca hadn't even left for Oahu yet when Jesse had begun to act like a teenager whose parents went away for a weekend. He left her office around 7pm after having given her many proper send offs throughout the day; including christening Kimmy Jin's desk as he had been promised. It amused him greatly to see Beca flicking pieces of broken bonsai tree off her legs as they got dressed. He was actually surprised that she was able to walk, however, he did see her wince a bit as she sat down in her desk chair.

While Beca was on a conference call, he texted everyone he knew and organized a huge party. Taking the credit card that Beca had left with him for emergencies, he stopped off at the liquor store and picked up a bunch of booze as well as a two kegs of beer which were going to be delivered by 9pm. His next stop was the grocery store; he filled two carts with snacks and goodies before putting everything in the trunk of Beca's car. He called Casey with a special request and told him he would pick him up in an hour.

By 10pm, the party was in full swing with over a hundred people trampling all over Beca's house and back yard. Jesse was in his element; he was being complimented on the house, the grounds and the provided refreshments and he felt like King of the Jungle. He didn't care where people went and what people did just as long as they all had a good time. He'd passed the word around to friends to 'bring whoever and whatever you want' and as more and more people turned up, the music got louder and louder and the sounds of the good time continued to echo around the hills until very late into the night, Jesse knew the party was a success.

What he didn't know was that Beca's neighbors had tried calling her about what was going on at her house as it was very unexpected of her. When she didn't answer, they called her parents about the noise. William and Anne were less than pleased to be called in the middle of the night about the party, but they got dressed and made the fifteen minute drive to check on the situation, grumbling about what Beca was up to and how she had changed since meeting Jesse. It was only when they arrived at the house, that Anne remembered that Beca had taken the late flight out to Oahu instead of the one on Monday morning as expected.

The party was excessively loud for a Friday night, or any other night for that matter, and as they turned into the cul-de-sac they could see straight away that every light in the house was on, there were cars parked haphazardly everywhere and there were things that would frighten fish going on in the pool and hot tub, if the animalistic shrieks coming from the back yard were anything to go by. A couple of the neighbors were talking at the end of one of the driveways and Will pulled his car onto the curb and rolled down his window.

"Sorry to call you so late." Matt said, shaking Will's hand. "It's just very unlike Beca to -"

"-She's not home right now." Anne said.

"Who is in her house then?" Chris asked, looking towards the house.

"That'll be her boyfriend." Anne spat out as the sound of breaking glass and a loud cheer rang out across the valley. A dog barked its response from somewhere in the distance.

"I think it's time to call the cops." William said sternly and looked at Anne who nodded in agreement. "This has gone on long enough. Anne, do you have your phone handy?"

"Pull up in the driveway and come in for a bit. You can make the call from in here." Matt offered.

"Thank you." Anne said, setting her mouth in a very thin line as William maneuvered the car through the gate. They both exited the vehicle and walked quickly into Matt's house, accepting his offer of a cup of coffee. Instead of trying to break up the party themselves, as was originally planned when they got Matt's call, William made an anonymous call to the police and to the security shack at the entrance to the community about the party then sat back to watch the fall out.

Seven minutes later, Jesse heard the doorbell ringing constantly over the music and noise in the house. He turned the volume down and made his way to the door, snatching up a handful of snacks and smirking at the partying crowd along the way. The color drained from his face when he looked out the peephole.

Casey, walking toward the door with a scantily clad mystery blonde in tow, saw the look on his face and asked, "Dude, you ok? Who is it?"

"5-0 is here." Jesse whisper yelled as the doorbell rang again. "Do what you can to get rid of the smell while I try to get rid of them."

Casey headed back to the family room and told everyone that 5-0 was on the scene. Everyone started scrambling to get rid of the drugs and call girls and overabundance of alcohol while Casey furiously sprayed air freshener to cover the smell, opening windows as he ran through the rooms. People sensing the need to leave began to run out into the back yard and attempted to leave over the fences.

Jesse took a second to act normal before he opened the door. He smoothed down his hair, wiping the sweat from his forehead off on his sleeve and tucked in his shirt before checking his appearance in the mirror near the door. The doorbell rang again before he opened the door but when he did he plastered a shocked look on his face. There were four very large, very angry looking Los Angeles police officers staring back at him, one of them waiting with his hand on the weapon in his holster.

Deputy Collins took in Jesse's appearance and said, "We received a noise complaint about this house."

"Sorry Officer. We were just having a good time." Jesse said as the sweat collected on his brow again. He trained his eyes to remain focused as he fought the desperate urge to laugh; the remnants of the last hit of marijuana making it's unwanted appearance. "We'll wrap it up."

"What's your name son?"

"Jesse Swanson." He told the officers honestly. Inwardly he was now panicking. He had a rap sheet a mile long and was well known by LAPD.

"Well… Mr. Swanson, you should also know that we were advised that the owner isn't here and had no knowledge of a party."

"Ummm…"

"If you don't mind, we'd like to come in."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes sir, it is." Officer Collins said pushing his way past Jesse. He took a second to survey the area before calling out to everyone inside. "Alright folks, the party's over!" There were a few collective sighs and a handful of snacks were lobbed at the officers as they made their way into the house and a few people tried to walk toward the front door.

"Not so fast! Everyone have a seat. I want so see everyone's ID's starting with you." Officer Davis said pointing at Jesse. He turned to Officer Zimmerman and nodded at him to check the perimeter outside as he had caught sight of a couple of young questionables trying to jump the fence.

Jesse knew he was screwed at that point. He hadn't had his address changed on his license yet, so he couldn't prove that he lived in the house. Beca had been bank rolling him since the day they had gotten together so he didn't even have any bills in his name that were being sent to Beca's address. He explained that he was dating the owner of the house and that she was out of town on business but when the cop told him to get Beca on the phone, she didn't answer. He tried to explain she was travelling or was asleep but the cop was losing patience. In desperation Jesse tried to call William and Anne's phones but neither of them answered either.

The police thoroughly searched the house and everyone in it because they all smelled of weed. They didn't even raise an eyebrow when one of Jesse's friends thought the whole thing was a prank and that the four cops were strippers. She was handcuffed first which did nothing to quell her idea and shrieked in excitement as she was placed into the back of the first cop car. They confiscated all of the drugs and drug paraphernalia, then placed everyone under arrest, before calling for backup to transport everyone down to the station for processing. They were all being charged with trespassing as well as possession of illegal substances.

As Jesse sat in the back of Officer Collins' cop car on the way to the county jail, he wondered who the neighborhood nark was. There were only 6 houses on the cul de sac and all of them sat on at least half an acre of land and Beca's house sat on at least two acres not counting the trees surrounding the property, so the houses were pretty far apart. That being the case, he honestly didn't think that a little bit of music and noise from their party would disturb any of the families, but then again maybe the music had been a little too loud but after years of playing in a band and attending gigs, his hearing wasn't quite what it used to be. Beca seemed to have a good relationship with all the neighbors. Everyone was very friendly, so who in the world would rat him out?

William and Anne watched with great delight as Jesse and his buddies were hauled off in cuffs. All in all, ten cops had been present and it had taken them over an hour to clear everyone out and to check the house for anyone hiding. When everyone had gone, they waited another thirty minutes to make sure no more party stragglers were suddenly going to appear out of nowhere before they went over to check on the house themselves. They immediately noticed the heavy smell of weed, vomit and booze. The house absolutely reeked and Anne almost gagged as she made a mental note to call Silvana, their longtime housekeeper, in the morning and have her clean the house top to bottom. Anne knew Silvana would be discrete and probably be able to find somebody to help her with the work. It was definitely a two or even three person job but she and anyone that helped her would be paid handsomely. They also decided to call LAPD in the morning for a full rundown of what took place in their home the night before.

The next morning, after a fretful night, William was finally able to touch base with Beca. He spent a few minutes explaining the events from the night before while maintaining his composure as he told her the truth, when deep down all he wanted to do was vent his frustrations over her boyfriend. Beca listened quietly but the more her dad told her the more furious she became and by the end of the phone call she was blind with rage. She had trusted Jesse with the care of her house, the home she decided to share with him against the better judgement of her friends and family and he invited a huge amount people over for a bong and booze fest the very first time she had left him alone. Sure, he had asked her if he 'could have a couple of buddies over one night for a beer' and she had encouraged him to do that, wanting him to feel at home. It wasn't exactly what she expected to be taking place in her home when he said he was inviting a few people over. He mentioned inviting his band members over for 'a jam session' in her home studio, which she was ok with but apparently more than his brother and six band mates showed up.

For the next several days Beca stewed about what was going on back at home, but she had a job to do and by God, she was going to get it done. If she didn't, Sawyer would be breathing down her neck about wasted time and money. That was the absolute last thing she needed. She put on her big girl panties on and blocked out the events that were going on back home, confident in her belief that her parents would sort this out for her. She was, however, dreading the 'I told you so's' that she would inevitably receive on her return.

She avoided her phone like the plague, only speaking to her parents, refusing to answer Jesse's calls and texts. He had left a desperate voicemail begging her to send bail money to the Los Angeles County Jail, which she ignored. As far as she was concerned, he could rot in that jail cell and somebody else could bail him out. She was done with helping him out. What pissed her off most of all was that her parents were right, though she did appreciate the fact that they hadn't chosen to throw it in her face just yet. They knew he was bad news and yet she was so blinded by him that she didn't see it.

The night before leaving Oahu, Beca finally gave in to Jesse's calls and texts and answered the phone as she was packing her bags. The view from her hotel room was stunning and she wished she could have shared it with him. The thought made her feel sick as she thumbed the screen.

He managed to skirt around the issue at hand for a while, only telling her that he and the band managed to record a single and that he hoped she would listen to it upon her return. Annoyed by his obvious lack of apology, she hung up on him and settled down on her bed for a quick nap before dinner. After snoozing for an hour, she woke and saw her phone flashing with two dozen missed calls. As she held it in her hand, it rang again and she cleared the call, placing the phone upside down on her nightstand. Sliding off the end of the bed, she headed to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to meet up with some of the crew to go out for a last dinner before heading home.

The steam shower seemed to do her some good and lift her spirits a little. Wrapped up in a big fluffy towel, she perched on the edge of her bed and listened as her phone beeped with a new call coming through. She sighed and picked up her phone.

"It's me. Please don't hang up. I'm sorry, really sorry. I fucked up. Becs? You there? I'm sorry." Jesse breathed out all in one go. Beca rolled her eyes at him. She was so torn. One half of her was desperate to see him again, to have him hold her, make love to her, make her forget that her house had been wrecked. The other half of her wanted to turn him over to Luke, Aubrey and Amy and let them have at him. She sighed a couple of times as Jesse continued to apologize. She promised to listen but also told him that they needed to talk when she got back. He agreed and told her he would meet her at the airport.

Jesse was so relieved that he'd finally gotten to speak with her. He made up his mind to finish the yard work and throw out the trash so that everything looked as good as possible when she got home. He'd made a list of things that had been broken and knew he would need to promise to replace the few glasses and a photo frame that had been smashed. He knew that Beca would find fault with a few things; he couldn't quite remember where everything lived but he hoped she would see that he had done his best. He made a list of things he needed to do, decided he was going to try to cook something nice for when she returned home. He wanted to pick up some flowers or something to say sorry although he knew blooms weren't going to hide the huge gash in the hardwood floor in the hallway.

He was just on the way to the store when his brother called.

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The next afternoon Beca returned from her trip and she was instantly pissed. She didn't ask much from people; she was pretty self sufficient but she'd loaned Jesse her car for the week and he promised to pick her up from the airport, even taking the flight number down and confirming it with her on text, and yet, he wasn't there to meet her.

She looked all over the terminal for him before calling. She figured, as he didn't travel much, he might have been unsure where to meet her. After half an hour, she tried to call him again before she settled herself in Starbucks with a frappuccino in case he was driving and couldn't take the call. Another thirty minutes passed and she was beyond annoyed. He'd clearly forgotten. She couldn't get in touch with Jesse to pick her up from the airport and she damn sure wasn't going to call her parents, Luke, Aubrey or Amy; they would only make matters worse. So she called Uber and was on her way pretty quickly as they already had a driver already at the airport.

On the short drive home, she berated herself for getting mad and reasoned that there could be a justified reason why he hadn't come. Arriving home, she hadn't realized she had been holding her breath in preparation of what might have happened to the house; seeing it undamaged on the outside was such a huge relief. She rolled her eyes at seeing her car in the driveway, partly because it was there and partly because of the way he had parked it, and the large pile of trash bags next to the garbage cans but reasoned if that was the worst thing that had happened, all was well. She thanked the driver, tipped him well and collected her luggage before walking up to the front door.

When she walked in the sights and smells that greeted her were most unwelcomed. Dropping her purse and phone to the floor in shock, she took in the piles of pizza boxes everywhere, the dropped clothes and the black marks up the walls. She stood open mouthed as she noticed the broken picture frames and wanted to cry when she saw her Tiffany Lamp, her 21st birthday present from Luke, was smashed and kicked into the corner. Her sadness turned to anger as she took in the mess and she hadn't even made it out of the foyer yet.

She carefully stepped of over one of the many sleeping bodies in the living room and walked through her home. The house was trashed and strongly smelled of booze and weed. There were people she didn't know sprawled out all over the floor, curled up on furniture and in corners. She walked into the kitchen to find the fridge door wide open and the toilet in the downstairs bathroom was blocked with something unhuman. With a burning hatred she went in search of her boyfriend but Jesse was nowhere to be found. She quietly made her way to her bedroom to find him fast asleep, buried down deep into the blankets, and luckily for his sake and his junk, he was alone.

"JESSE!" She screamed directly in his ear making him jump at least two feet off the bed.

Clapping his hands over his ears, he moaned. "What the fuck Bec?" And blinked blindly at the bright late afternoon sun.

If looks could kill, then the daggers she shot straight out of her eyes would have penetrated his head and he would have been bleeding profusely. "'What the fuck' is right? You fucking asshole!"

"Please don't yell." Jesse begged as he grabbed his head, rubbing at his temples. He sniffed a few times, and rubbed his hand under his nose. "I have the worst headache."

"Do I look like I give a good damn?"

Jesse sat up squinting. "No, not really."

"Good, I'm glad we can agree on that." She said yanking the sheets and blankets off of him.

"You're home early?" Jesse questioned.

"Nope, right on time." Beca said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But it's Friday." Jesse laughed, wiping his nose again.

"No, you fucking asshole, it's Saturday. You spoke to me last night and said you'd pick me up from the airport."

"Wait, what?" Jesse said, sniffing long and hard.

"Exactly. Dude, what's with the sniffing?"

"Nothing." Jesse said, fiddling with his top lip.

"Why is there white stuff all over your face?"

"What white stuff?"

"Oh my God! Are you high?"

"No."

"Jesse?! Are you doing drugs?"

"It's just a bit of cocaine." Jesse confessed and sniffed once more for good measure.

"Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"

"Babe, you can't be serious right now." Jesse smirked as he rolled over onto his back, displaying his hardened junk for her to see. Seeing her angry was a massive turn on for him.

"Oh, I most certainly am serious! And do not call me babe!" Beca said in a voice that smelled of danger as she began throwing his things at him. "Get the fuck out! And be sure to take all those pieces of shit sprawled all over my living room with you on your way out!"

"Come on Bec." Jesse said, finally realizing that she was serious. He ducked as a shoe flew over his head.

"I said get out and I meant it! My home is not a flop house for you and your junkies. I'm not running a crack house."

"Fine!" Jesse said, leaping off the bed and pulling on a pair of jeans. He hoped by not backing down that she would relent. "But don't expect me to come crawling back!"

"Do not go there with me you son of a bitch! I have done everything for you and this is what I get in return?!" Beca yelled. "I want you out. I want Casey out and I want the rest of those freeloading fuckers out of my house… NOW!"

Wincing slightly at her shrillness, Jesse got his keys and cell phone off the nightstand and picked up his shirt and shoes before making his way downstairs. Twenty minutes later, when Beca heard the front door slam shut, she finally allowed herself to cry. She cried because she loved and trusted Jesse and he threw it back in her face. She cried because she kicked him out. She cried because he actually left with very little fight and she cried because as much as she hated to admit it, her parents had been right about him.

Beca walked over to her bed and curled up in fetal position but everything smelled of Jesse. She got up angrily, then stripped the bed and brought everything through the workout room and into the laundry room. She needed all of the reminders of him gone and quickly.

Using scalding hot water, more laundry detergent than necessary, half a bottle of Downy and enough bleach to kill the common cold and AIDS she threw the sheets in the washing machine and slammed the door shut. She walked through the house, noting mess and broken things in all of the rooms. While she knew it was just 'stuff', it still hurt that Jesse had had such little regard for her home and her things.

Unable to manage the job of cleaning everything up by herself, she tearfully called Silvana, her parents housekeeper and asked that she come as soon as she could to clean the house. Silvana was a bit confused since she had just been there cleaning a few days before. She thought she's done something wrong and that Beca was upset with her. Beca explained that Jesse had another party and that she needed help cleaning up after it. Silvana explained that she had a full schedule because Beca's parents were throwing a dinner party that evening. Beca immediately pleaded with Silvana to help her, even offering to pay her double if she could come that day, an offer that she couldn't pass up. In the end, her parents would understand and Beca sent them a text to explain.

Since things were settled and Silvana was on the way, Beca took all of Jesse's things out of the closet and boxed them up. He didn't have much so it only took her half an hour to collect everything that was his from the entire house. Since she bought everything that Jesse owned, she decided that she'd give the clothes and shoes to Silvana for her sons as a little added bonus for coming to help.

When Silvana walked in, half an hour after she received the call, she looked around, gasping audibly as she took in the wreckage that was once Beca's very tidy, very spotless house. She saw Beca sitting on the stairs, watching her face as she took in the mess. There was take out cartons, liquor bottles, syringes and other drug paraphernalia everywhere, not to mention piles of clothes that were soaked in pee and vomit. Every available flat surface that could be used for cutting lines was covered in white powder. Silvana held her arms out to Beca who stood on shaking legs and hurried down the stairs. Silvana patted her back a few times as Beca cried at the state of her house. She didn't tell her mother's housekeeper that the real reason for the tears had walked out an hour before. Beca took Silvana through the rest of the house and spotted Jesse's wallet tucked down into the side of the couch cushions. Pulling it out, she curled her lip as she saw the packet of white powder tucked inside the flap. Beca was beyond disgusted. She knew that Jesse occasionally smoked pot but she had no idea that he was snorting or injecting cocaine.

The downstairs bathroom bore the brunt of the damage from the night before. It was covered in vomit and needed to sprayed down with a firehose. Silvanna patted Beca's arm and told her to go out for a few hours and she would see what she could to fix the mess. It was worse than what she had had to clean earlier that week. Beca offered to stay and help. Not that she didn't trust Silvanna, but she needed this kept quiet. Anne had taken a vow to protect and uphold the law and Beca worried that if this got leaked to the press, it could ruin her mom's career. Beca was raised to protect the ones she loved and now was the time to prove that love and devotion to her family. Silvana kissed Beca on the cheek and reassured her that she had her family's best interests at heart.

Instead of calling the police to report Jesse and his friends and having them rearrested in the same week and to potentially save this mess from getting out to the public, Beca did the only thing she knew how to.

She called Luke and asked him to pick her up.

Special THANK YOU to my beta Corinne. You have dedicated just as many hours to this fic as I have. Thank you for catching my errors and most of all believing in me and my abilities even when I don't. Thank you just doesn't seem to be enough. #MeatAndTaters ;)