No idea why it said I updated when I didn't... awkward :C
But hey, Now I did! :D I've spent majority of my time reviewing past chapters and fixing any errors so if you were to re-read, they're all fixed now! :D
Angst this chapter, sorry guys. But the questions regarding Beca's mom will be answered!
As Beca's mom, obviously I picture Tina Fey sooo... that is who I settled with :D
Song: Head Over Boots By Jon Pardi
I hope you all enjoy!
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)
Rumors-Chapter 22: The Mom Bomb
Beca felt like she was staring at a ghost. Maybe an illusion or something like a mirage.
She had to blink multiple times just to make sure it was in fact her mom that was a good couple feet away from her and not her eyes playing some hallucinating tricks.
What was she suppose to do?
"What are you doing here?" Beca's voice was low, weak even but even if she tried to talk louder her voice would probably end up cracking or something equally embarrassing.
"Beca..." Her father said slowly, floating his hands out in front to prevent Beca from making any sharp movements. Kinda like a rabid dog whose owner was trying to settle down. "I thought you were out with some friends tonight?" Warren asked with caution, not wanting to push his daughter anymore than obviously he's already done.
Beca laughed loudly, not quite the response her dad not mom were expecting but he knew it wasn't a genuine 'happy' laugh either. It was more of a sarcastic, 'what the hell did you just ask me' laugh. "And I thought I'd never have to see this woman another day of my life." She spat, teeth clenching tight and her nostrils flaring with rage. She was actually surprised she was keeping it together for this long. "Answer me." Beca repeated, staring directly at the woman who broke her heart many years ago and someone she also lost all respect for. "Why are you here?"
"Beca, I know you're upset." Her dad was trying. Boy was he trying so hard not to piss Beca off anymore than she already was. He knew nothing good was about to come from her especially, with the big mom bomb right next to him. "But why don't you-"
"Jesus Christ!" Beca interrupted with a yell, clenching her hands to her hair and feeling the veins in her neck expand, almost to the point of bursting. Enough was enough. She didn't want to fluff up the conversation, she didn't want to have some tea and have a big Kum Ba Yah with a person who hasn't talked to her in years. Tears were now present as she no longer had the strength to hold them back. "Answer my fucking question! Why are you here?! Why am I looking at someone who had the fucking audacity to leave me-to leave us, when we needed her the most?!" She screamed, pointing a finger directly towards her mother.
It hurt seeing her face again. Seeing those familiar dark blue eyes that reminded Beca of herself in a way, that long brown hair which seemed to never lose it's glow. Even that ridiculous similarity in height was almost too much. It was her mom. And after spending many nights crying, sobbing, and wishing that her mom would come back and drive her to her first day of school or get her ready for school dances, six years later, she decides to finally make an appearance.
And she did so without even making a fucking phone call before hand when Beca actually had some faith that her mom would come back.
Beca was stunned, her eyes glued to her mother as she saw her own tears forming in her eyes and her mouth slightly opened, speechless. It should kill her to see this woman cry, her mom begin to let the tears fall down her cheek. Truth is though, she doesn't give two shits and honestly, it felt kind of good that Beca was on the other end watching this go down. It's doesn't nearly come close to making up all the shed tears Beca has spent on her mom in the past but it was close enough to make her feel superior.
Stacie came up almost right after, not that Beca really noticed as she kept her eyes locked on her mom, still baffled that it was actually her. She was panting, taking that she just ran over from her car that was parked down the street in effort to stop Beca before she found out the truth. Turns out though, she was too late. "Beca I know this is a very bad time right now but, you have a very worried girlfriend blowing up my phone and is seconds away from catching the next bus to Atlanta from Florida this late at night." Stacie gasped, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Once doing so, she straightened her stance and didn't wipe the look of pure shock when she as well was greeted by someone who was vaguely familiar. "Hello Tina." Stacie greeted but didn't once wipe the smug look of disgust on her face. They might not have really gotten the chance to know one another, (since Tina played a game of hide and seek and decided to never really come back) and Stacie didn't really have a reason for being so rude but in the eyes of Stacie, if you fuck over Beca, you're dead to her. And that's exactly what Beca's mom did to her best friend and not only Beca, her father as well.
Stacie remembers the nights when Warren would be up late, working on extra projects for school as well as his second job. The man had loads of work on his plate with very little free time but had to do what would pay for the roof over their heads and all the bills that came with it. She remembers how stressed he was, the amount of effort, the blood, sweat and tears he'd shed just so she and Beca were happy and that's all because Beca's mom decided to bail on them when things got a little….rocky. It was that, those moments in Stacie's memory, the emotions she felt that loss all respect for this woman.
"Hey Stacie." Tina replied, lips formed into a tigh let smile. "You really bloomed into a beautiful woman." The compliment when in one ear, out the other with Stacie and she could feel Beca's anger tighten within her body language. "You have a girlfriend?" Tina asked, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline surprised at the reveal. "
"Don't." Beca warned, her voice becoming groggy and her eyes for some reason just wouldn't stop leaking. God, it was embarrassing. "You don't get to come back into my life after disappearing for six years and ask about my girlfriend." Beca hissed through gritted teeth. "You have no right."
It seemed that her mom listened as nothing came out of her mouth after and she stood there motionless. She also took a few steps back, not knowing how well Beca could handle herself currently.
"Beca I need you to calm down. Let's us explain…" Her dad wasn't making this any easier and honestly, she was just becoming more and more pissed off the longer she stayed and listening to the words that continued to fall out of Warren's mouth.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't handle being in the same area with her mom without physically crumbling. So, wiping away one last stream of tears down her cheek and hopefully the last, Beca sprinted back over to where she remembers dropping her phone, leaving Stacie, her mom and her dad behind and in hope to finally call Chloe back.
When she found it after a while of searching in a pile of fallen leaves, she wasn't surprised when she saw there was ten missed calls from Chloe, eight text messages and even some messages from Aubrey.
Redheaded Girlfriend :) [12:35am] I'm kinda sad that we didn't get to finish up our little conversation we had going on before someone decided to hang up on me ;) now I'm horny and girlfriend-less physically AND virtually :(
Redheaded Girlfriend :) [12:39am] :(( Okay I'm sorry. Next time if you don't want to have phone sex we won't. I didn't think I'd scare you away this bad! Come back I miss you already :(
Redheaded Girlfriend :) [12:42am] Beca seriously where the hell are you? I'm starting to get worried…
Redheaded Girlfriend :) [12:43am] I just got off the phone with Stacie... Beca I need you to call me back.
Redheaded Girlfriend :) [12:45am] Beca baby, PLEASE call me back!
Blonde Hitler [12:40am] Beca you better be dead in a ditch for not answering your phone. I now have a psychotic redhead to deal with thanks to you.
Blonde Hitler [12:46am] Stacie told me what is happening. Beca, please call us so we at least know you're okay.
Reading these messages made Beca feel like shit and even seeing that Aubrey cared made her feel even her girlfriend and close friend worry this much about her wasn't something Beca wanted to happen. She needed to call Chloe as soon as possible before her girlfriend sends out the swat team.
Knowing Chloe, she is probably already dialing the numbers to 911, claiming it's an emergency.
Grabbing her keys out of her pocket, she sprinted back to her jeep to drive away from everything that was happening right now. Away from all her problems, Stacie, her dad, mom, just….everything. She needed a scapegoat.
She drove for hours it felt like, blaring her radio stations to whatever was playing, running red lights like nobody's business-thank God there was no cops out, speeding while at it and headed for the first place that came to mind when she needed somewhere calm to be. It was the field, the same field Beca took Chloe to the night after homecoming and easily, the best night of her entire existence. She felt safe here, felt warm and could feel Chloe's presence no matter how far away she was physically.
At first when she put her jeep in park once making it to her destination, just above the slightly dead grass and gravel out in the middle of nowhere, she sat there, silent. Turned off the radio, turned off the engine and just listened to the crickets chirp and the breeze shake the red and orange leaves off the trees and float to the ground. She watched the way the moon glowed in the cloudless sky, so elegant the way all the stars would group around it and it reminded her of Chloe. The brightest thing in the sky as well as the most magnificent.
What came next was tears, no matter how hard she tried to keep them in. Waterfalls of tears as she slammed her forehead on the top of her steering wheel and stayed there until she knew they were done. Her hands were trembling as she gripped the rubber on the wheel until her knuckles turned white and clenched her jaw so hard she could've broke teeth. Sadly, they never seemed to end as Beca stayed like this for a solid ten minutes and the sobs only continuing to get worse and worse.
Her phone ringing was the only sound she heard in the matter of time and with this, it made her jump. Made her lift her forehead off the steering wheel, rubbing the area where the rubber indented into her skin and she reached into the cup holder and with her hand, searched for her device. Soon, she found out it was Chloe when she read her name on the caller ID, under blurry senses and cursed to herself when doing so. Shit, she knew she was forgetting something. She can't even imagine how worried Chloe must be.
Beca takes a deep breath, trying to cover up the fact she just spent the last ten minutes crying by herself in the middle of nowhere instead of calling her girlfriend back and swiped the green symbol right, lifting the phone up to her ear. "Chloe." She croaked out, weakly. So much for sounding like she hasn't been crying.
A relieved sigh comes next through the phone Beca can hear. "Oh my god Beca I've been so worried about you." Not only does Chloe admit it, Beca can hear it through the redhead's tone when she speaks. She felt awful keeping Chloe on the back end of things without letting her know what was going on. She deserved at least a simple text saying Beca was okay. Nothing big. "Stacie told me what happened. Are you okay?"
Beca was quiet for a while before answering. She had to take in the feeling of somebody actually caring for her the much. It made her heart happy despite its current state.
Clearing her throat, "Yes…" Beca's voice was low, non believable as well because really, she was everything but okay. But she couldn't break down in front of Chloe. Not right now. Crying always reminded her of how weak she was and she doesn't want Chloe to see her like this.
"Beca…" Somehow, Chloe knew Beca wasn't telling the truth. "Are you sure you're okay?"
There was more silence. Just the sounds of Chloe breathing lightly on the other line.
Beca closed her eyes and shook her head, even though Chloe clearly couldn't see her and all the extra effort of holding back the tears, acting like everything was okay and that she was strong, was tossed right out the door and Beca once again found herself crying into her hand that cupped her eyes as she threw her head down into her lap. "No." She choked out. "I'm not okay. Turns out the girl who my dad is banging and previously was is my mother, actual fucking birth mother." Beca was never really good at showing her emotions so seeing that her being upset caused her to get angry wasn't something out of the blue. Chloe took it as warning to a very heated vent session so she stay quiet on the other line. "My mom left me Chloe! She left me after constantly lying that she'd never leave and now decides to come back? Decides now is a perfect time to be a mom again? Where was she when I needed a mom at the age of ten? Where was she when I had to get a job in middle school so I could try and help my dad around the house and simply pay for food on our plates? Where was my mom when she decided to cheat on my dad with some sleazy co worker while missing my first middle school basketball game which only ended up with her ten year old daughter walking into a handjob and a few dozen wine bottles. Where was she when I was sick? Where was she when I was hungry? Where the fuck was she majority of my life?" Beca asked as if Chloe knew the answers to all of these. "Oh that's right, she was to fucking hammered to do anything for me anyways." Beca snickered at this. " I guess she didn't realize booze and being drunk all the fucking time didn't come with being mom and decided to dip out." After all of this, Beca was empty, wordless. "Why did she come back?" And she cried some. Chloe let this happen for a while, allowing Beca to get rid of all the things she can't say through her tears as she stayed silent through the phone.
Beca was finished. Everything that was locked inside for nearly the past six years was now off Beca's chest and out in the opened. It was refreshing in a way but also not. She kinda hoped that she would feel a little better than how she felt right now.
"Beca I'm so sorry." Chloe's voice seemed to sorta break off, more so like a whisper and Beca knew it as a sign that she as well might be crying too. "I can't even imagine what you're going through right now, nor am I going to try to put myself in your shoes because no matter what, every shoe size is different and only you know how you really feel." Chloe explained genuinely and Beca greatly appreciated it. She hated the people who would assume her problems and tell her that everything would be okay when they don't have any idea how or what the situation really is.
"I don't even know why I'm so upset." Beca admitted with a sniff, wiping some wet trails off her cheek. "She's not even worth crying for. I've already done that enough as a kid."
"You might think that but crying is good for you. It allows you to purge all these bundled up feelings you kept inside for so long."
"Yeah I guess you're right." Beca agreed as she somewhat fixed her makeup in the mirror of her sun visor. She didn't really feel the need to cry anymore and even if she were to, she thinks she would be all dried up and out of tears to produce any. Crying in front of Chloe was still something she wished she could've avoided. At least Chloe wasn't here to see how pathetic Beca was being up close and personal. That's a plus. "I still don't understand why I'm so upset though. Like-" shrugging her shoulder, she scoffed. "-seeing her face again for the first time in six years boiled my blood and it was like I had no filter around her. Lots of people have screwed me over in my life, hence why I shut everybody out but even them, I never get as angry as I did when I saw my mom." Beca tried to explain, the feeling still so new to her. At one point even, she thought it might all be a dream.
"Maybe it's because you got betrayed by someone who you actually cared the world for, only for them to slap it across your face that they didn't care for you the same way."
Taking a moment, Beca thought about what Chloe just said. For the small time that she actually spent with her mom, she loved her mom with all her heart. That's was of course until she settled for alcohol and was wasted more times than she was sober but before, Beca and her mom did everything together. They would watch movies, they would sing (prime example of where Beca got her powerhouse voice from), they would bake and surprisingly not, Beca actually was a damn good baker. Of course now, singing was hard let alone, movies were now unbearable and she fucking hated them and baking made her want to barf. But she did, at one point of her life, enjoy all these little things and enjoyed doing them with her mom. Maybe that's why she was so upset.
After taking the time to process everything, Beca continued. She leaned her elbow on the window frame of her jeep, letting her head fall to the side in her hand. "Yeah but why now? Why come back now?"
"You know the only person who is able to answer that is your mom herself babe. Did you hear anything she had to say?"
Beca ran her hand through her hair, rolling her eyes. Hell no she didn't listen to what her mom had to say. How would she know if or if not it was just lies coming out of her mouth? She has already lied to Beca in the past, chances are she'll do it again. "No I didn't. Everything she has to say to me is irrelevant."
"Okay, it makes sense how you don't want to hear anything she has to say but Becs, everybody deserves an explanation…..Note that I didn't say second chance before you go all tiny hulk on me." At least this comment made Beca snicker a little bit. Already she was sort of feeling better. "Maybe there is good in what she has to say."
Beca groaned at Chloe's word that also, so happened to be right. Fuck Chloe for always being right. "It's hard Chloe." Beca admitted in a lower volume. "It's hard seeing her again."
"I know baby but seeing and hearing why she all of a sudden came back could answer some questions. You know who also should be interrogated is your dad." Chloe added. "Why on earth would he sneak around your back with your mom, person who did all of those awful things when they were together?"
"See that's what I don't get either. He was so broken when he signed the divorce papers and watched my mom pack her bags and leave, nothing and I thought absolutely nothing, would be enough to get them back together."
"See? And that's something to sit them both down and ask about."
Beca knew Chloe was right. At least now she had a game plan rather than before when she just wanted to flee the country and never come back. She was glad she had someone to talk about all this with instead of shutting everyone out. It felt nice having Chloe there for her. "I don't know what I would do without you Chlo." Just talking to her through a phone and simply hearing her voice made Beca feel at ease. Made her feel calm. "I wish you were here right now."
Beca heard Chloe exhale a long sigh. "I wish I was there too. I'd rather be with you than cheering for eight hours straight in about….. A solid five."
"Oh shit-" Beca mentally cursed to herself, totally forgetting that Chloe was actually being productive down in Florida and cheering in a national tournament. Now she felt even worse about keeping her up when she could've been getting some much needed sleep before she has to wake up and cheer all day. "-I totally forgot about the competition Chlo. I'm so sorry. Here, you go to sleep and-"
"No no." Chloe interrupted, silencing Beca's rambles. "Florida Rain delayed the rounds for today so, I get an extra two hours of sleep…" Chloe said and Beca could basically see the smirk forming on her face. "So with that, give me at least one more hour of Beca time and I'll go to sleep right after. I just miss you so much. Monday morning can't come soon enough."
"I miss you too." Beca agreed, using one of her hands to wipe down her face, exhausted. She was counting down the time until that Barden cheer bus was parked right outside of the school parking lot and she was back in her girlfriend's arms again. "So fucking much." It hurt so bad at how true Beca really was.
"Everything will start to come together." Chloe reassured and Beca couldn't help but smile. Something about the way Chloe said it made it believable. Like everything was going to be okay. "You wanna know something?" Chloe asked and Beca hummed in response. "You're the one I want, you're the one I need Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen. You're the rock in my roll, you're good for my soul it's true, I'm head over boots for you." She sang as Beca shook her head repeatedly back and forth once she knew the song.
For the first time tonight- actually today since it was one in the morning, Beca's mouth stretched wide in a face splitting grin and couldn't help the chuckle that came with it. And if it wasn't the spur of the moment singing that turned Beca into a pile of goo it was the sound of Chloe's voice as the redhead's singing always was the best cure for Beca. Something about it made every other problem fade away and the only thing left was the beauty of her girlfriend's voice. Even if it was that god awful country music Beca has grown to love so much. "You're such a nerd." Beca managed to squeeze out between her smile and heard Chloe giggle on the other side of the device. A noise that is also on Beca's favorites to hear.
"I'm head over boots for you too."
After talking on the phone with Chloe for that last hour that seemed to end in minutes Beca felt like, she stayed and watched the stars in the trunk of her bed for a while before going home. She received a call from Stacie that her parents-how fucking weird was that to say, we're waiting for her at home and would greatly appreciate the chance to explain things. And of course Beca's initial plan was to not return home for god knows how long, she decided to toss that and hop out of the trunk, turn her keys in the ignition and drive right back home to have a much needed conversation with the showstopper herself.
It was roughly around two thirty when Beca finally made it home. She wasn't going to lie and say she took the longest route back to her house because the thought of talking to her mom after so long still made her angry but mostly, nervous as to what she had to say. Beca wanted to stall for as long as she could without it seeming like she was doing it on purpose.
So after a few detours, many actually, she made it home and was turning the knob on the front down to let herself inside. Immediately doing so, Stacie was standing in the corner, arms crossed and biting the nail of her thumb nervously as she waited for Beca to return. At the sounds of Beca dropping her keys on the counter, Stacie perked her head up with relieved eyes and rushed to hug the smaller girl.
Beca molded into the touch, hands wrapping around the waist of the taller girl and bringing herself in closer to the hug. They broke apart after a while of enjoying each other's company with Stacie telling Beca they were waiting in the kitchen for her. Nodding her head and taking a deep breath, she thanked Stacie before making her way over to where her parents were and getting punched in the gut with reality when she meet her mother's eyes again.
Without noticing, her body froze at the sight but another deep breath encouraged her to finish the rest of the distance and before she knew it, Beca was sitting directly across from both her mom and dad at the kitchen table.
There was nothing said at first between the three of them. Neither really knew what to say. It wasn't until Warren cleared his throat that he was about to break the silence. "I guess I should start this off with an apology to you Beca." He started with a frown. "Us going behind your back was wrong and you didn't deserve that. We just-" he shook his head and lowered his gaze from Beca to his hands folded in front of him at the table. "-for the first time ever, I didn't really know how to explain this one to you. Obviously I knew you'd be upset-" That was an understatement. Beca is sure no word in the English dictionary could describe how she felt. "-but I didn't want to see hurt."
Beca didn't know what to do. She didn't have anything to say….yet so, she nodded in response, face deadpan and everything.
"And I should be the one to apologize next." Beca's mom started though, Beca seemed to be less interested in what she had to say especially if it was an apology that was about to come out of her mouth.
Beca's mom opened her mouth to continue but was stopped when Beca cut in. "Can I have some alone time with my mom?" She asked her father, keeping her eyes on the one person she had a novel to say to.
Warren nodded his head, breaking away from the current hand holding with his ex wife that Beca seemed to not of noticed until they were detangling and made his way out of the kitchen.
Once he was gone, Beca stopped whatever her mom was about to say next when she saw her mouth opening to speak. "Let me talk first." With an understanding nod, Beca continued. "I understand that I may have overreacted back there when I caught you and my father walking into my house. It's not everyday I see a woman kissing my dad who turns out to be someone who actually use to live with us once upon a time." Beca takes the time to take an easy breath, slowly exhaling to keep a relax posture. "Can I ask why you're here?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why you came back?"
"Well-" Beca's mom starts, breathing out slowly. "-I made a mistake leaving you when you were younger."
Beca scoffed disbelievingly, along with rolling her eyes at the comment. "You think?" She questioned with a cock to her head and squinted eyes. "I've never cried so much in my entire life when you left. I thought of all these bull shit possibilities of where you may be with all the hope that I'd wake up the next morning to you singing in the kitchen to whatever pop station you were listening to as you made me pancakes or waffles or whatever it was that I've always woken up to. Soon all those hopes went away when I saw a stack of papers on the table with my dad signing them and I had to ask Stacie what it meant when someone was getting divorced. I would've asked you but I never saw you after that and actually, never even received a phone call let alone letter. " Beca spat, remembering the memory as if it was yesterday. How she felt like her heart was crumbling to pieces, and how the thought of her parents never been together brought her weep. "I was miserable for days mom without you here! How could you just leave us?!"
Beca's voice boomed through the kitchen as she choked pass the knot in her throat and tears no evident in her already reddened eyes.
"Making you miserable was never my intentions when I decided to leave you Beca." Tina responded and just hearing her speak was so surreal to Beca, making this conversation that much harder. "Work was going great until I got cut and instead of handling it like a mature adult and looking for a new job to support my family, I resorted to alcohol and that wasn't something I wanted around you nor Stacie."
"Really? Doesn't seem like it since it was either a phone call reminding you to pick Stacie and I up from school or finding you face first in the toilet majority of the time." Beca countered and visibly watching her mom's face churn in disgust at the memories of her past self.
"And that's exactly why I had to leave." Tina was quick to answer as she was now doing the crying. "I was embarrassed, disgusted of myself and I didn't want my daughter seeing me like that. I had no money and was jobless. For Christ sakes I cheated your father!" Her mom said rather appalled. "Who wants that sort of wasted space living in their home?" Wiping a tear, she watched Beca's face start to soften. "That's why I left." Her mom swallowed roughly. "I left so I could get my life together without bringing you down with me and be able to give you the life you deserve."
Beca rolled her head back, keeping any and all tears trapped in her eyes and away from rolling down her face. Her mom sounds honest and Beca absolutely hates it. She doesn't know if she would rather hear mom say something selfish so she could continue to hate her guts for leaving; or the truth which simply sounds like she left because she cares about Beca and is more than humble.
Readjusting her head back to normal, "so I take it since you're back you've got your life straightened out? Decided that screwing ex co workers wasn't your thing?" Beca wondered.
"Like I said before, I'm not proud of my actions in the past. You nor your father deserved anything I brought to the table. And to answer your question, I have a well paying job now, a house and I even own a dog that has a missing eye." Tina states proudly and a smile that's hinting out of the corners of her mouth. "Her name is Placenta."
"Cool." Beca muttered under her breath, not wanting to show that she is a little bit impressed that her mom is doing so well after seeing her at rock bottom for the last year she lived with her. She couldn't even lie and say that naming her dog after an Italian dish was such a Tina thing to do and probably, something Beca would do as well.
Not that she would admit it if you asked her.
"I wasn't ready quite yet to be a mom before I decided to leave, and that's why I never called. I liked to think of myself as less of an adult back then and rather a former fetus." Not being able to keep it in, Beca chuckled softly at her mom's description before quickly clearing her throat to transforme back into her pissed off was scary how similar they were as people as well as their sense of humor. Deep down, Beca was glad her mom's personality never changed. "Look Beca-" Tina leaned across the table to grab Beca's hand but wasn't too shocked when her daughter pulled out of her grip quickly and folded her arms across her chest instead.
Sighing, "-me being here after being caught with your father doesn't mean I'm packing my bags and moving in right this second. We are simply just talking, rebuilding our relationship to normal. I also know I've hurt you in the worst way possible and completely understand if you want nothing to do with me. I'm not asking for respect, your love, anything." Her mom cleared up. "All I'm asking for is a second chance to make this right. I don't want to sit at home and Instagram stalk my daughter and see how's she's doing." Beca rolled her eyes, noting to herself that she should really make her account private for this reason specifically. "I want to be apart of your life and make up for the times I've left you alone. I want to be able to be there with you and watch you grow into the beautiful women I always knew you'd grow up to be."
What was Beca suppose to say? Yeah, her mom looked like she was living a healthy life and seemed sincere with her words but that ringing reminder of how the one time Beca trusted her, she ended up leaving and breaking her heart was set in the back of her mind. How was she suppose to trust her mom again and act like everything would be okay? How does she know her mom won't leave again?
Truth is, she doesn't and won't unless she gives her the chance to prove her right or wrong. And taking a look back at her life so far, she has been given handfuls of second chances. With school and getting her grades up, basketball and whether she performs well one game or not and hell, even with Chloe she got her second chance and look at where they are now. Anything could happen with a simple push to a restart button.
And also of course, Beca knows everything won't be fine and dandy at the snap of her fingers. It will be rocky and hard at times and maybe even weird at first. Things take time especially if it's six years worthy of catching up they need to do.
But she knows, they gotta start somewhere.
So, as Beca thinks about all of this, about her mom and about how her life would change, positive or negative, and all the things that could possibly come with bringing her back into her life, she found herself nodding her head in response to her mother's words, not exactly knowing why she was shaking her head but clearly could see the flash of hope wash over her mother's face.
"So I guess I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
More of a serious chapter but Momma Mitchell is back in the equation! I'm super excited for future scenes she has with Beca and don't worry, Beca is still going to be pissed with her still leaving and wont automatically love her and act like nothing happened. Unrealistic ain't my thang ;)
First Basketball game next chap as well as ANOTHER character...? Who could it be? Also, it's Halloween weekend for Barden students ;)
Review and tell me your opinions! I love reading them all!
Till next time lovelies,
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