A/N: Hey y'all, just one word to say: Be careful with this one. Mentions of Drug Use/Drug Addiction, Alcoholism, Violence.
See you at the end
Beca was quietly slumped in the beanbag in the corner of her room that had remained the same since she was a teenager. She seemed quiet from the outside, but her mind was in disarray. Beca couldn't stop her thoughts. It was a real parade that hadn't ended for several days. Chloe, of course, was front and center. Then come the hints of the past, then her studies which she had promised to finish but which she had difficulty coping with lately; her friends whom she wanted to support and not abandon but for whom she was nevertheless unable to get up in the morning and see at practice ; Chloe whom she had left crying ; her high school friends who rejected her for fake photos ; her music which was all about Chloe ; the Bellas who harassed her with messages ; Jesse who wondered why she no longer came to work on the radio ; Chloe who she missed terribly.
Beca stood up abruptly, throwing her headphones onto her computer keyboard. She put her head in her hands and groaned loudly. She was at the end of the rope. She couldn't stand this circle of thoughts that didn't stop anymore. She couldn't sleep anymore. She wanted to forget. Put an end to the Bellas, to Jesse, to her parents, and especially to Chloe. How could she have invaded her private life? She had confided things to her. She had opened up and revealed parts of her past. That should have been enough ! Why did Chloe always need more?
Her anger was such that she began to hear rhythms in her head. As usual, the music appeared through emotions. Beca wasn't good at expressing herself with words but she knew her songs always sounded better when she let loose. The notes were starting to come together. She could almost imagine them in front of her, colorful and serious. She needed an instrument. If she didn't play what she had in mind, she was going to go crazy. It would obsess her even more than her thoughts and then there would be a guaranteed nervous breakdown. Beca quickly searched through her memories and remembered seeing a piano in one of the cafes where the Bellas had gathered after practice. It was Tuesday morning. The students would mostly be in class. Beca should be too but she would be busy on that piano instead. Because her priority was to get this music out of her head.
Beca entered the typically American-looking cafe. The leather benches were beginning to creak under the weight of age like an old newspaper might crumble. The little brunette remembered that in this cafe, there was also the best vanilla milkshake she had tasted in a long time. She went to order one at the bar then went to the upright piano which occupied an entire section of the wall.
It was black and the stool was creaking. It was positioned in a corner of the cafe. Of course, Beca knew that the slightest note would bounce off the walls and be heard all the way outside. But she didn't care. She had to get that melody out of her head. It was vital now. She had already waited too long. She positioned her fingers and struck the first notes.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
The first notes of Numb by Linkin Park resonated in the café. The few waiters who had stayed in the kitchen got out to lean on the bar with astonishment. The piano was usually only used by the same person, since ever.
Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
Give me love like never before
'Cause lately I've been craving more
Beca blended in the chorus of Give me Love by Ed Sheeran as if the two songs had been created together. Her voice was joined during the second verse by another, powerful and melodious, which abruptly interrupted her. Beca stood up quickly as if electrocuted. She met the smile of a dark-haired woman no taller than her. She looked like she was the same age as Beca. The young woman pointed to the instrument with her hand.
"Come on, go ahead. It's a pleasure to listen to you."
Beca examined her from head to toe. She was wearing a white shirt stuck in a black skirt and she was perched on high heels. Crossing her eyes, Beca had the impression she already knew her.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm done."
Beca was going to slip away when a hand kept her from walking away. When she turned to give the person who dared touch her a rocket, she was met with hazel eyes she had only already seen in a picture. The blond in front of her her sketched a smile.
"Sorry, my girlfriend never misses a chance to sing. The piano is so little used since we brought it in. But go ahead, make yourself at home. It's here for that."
Beca stayed stunned. Her eyes went from the brunette to the blonde then back to the brunette to stop on the blondz. She had shorter hair and less shadows under her eyes but it was really her. And if Beca thought she was hallucinating, the taf on the blonde's shirt finally convinced her.
"Your girlfriend?" Beca stammered, still in choc. "Uh, yeah…" The blonde said, giving a worried look to her girlfriend. "Everything okay? You look a little pale suddenly."
Beca flinched a bit but succeeded to maintain her composure. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Impossible, it was just too perfect. Perhaps there was really somebody up there playing with our lives like we would play The Sims.
"Yeah, I will just sit down."
Beca settled on a bench, legs trembling, and the brunette who sang with her brought her a vanilla milkshake before settling in front of her. The blonde took a chair and sat upside down, very much at ease.
"I'm really sorry, I should have shut up and let you sing. Apparently, it disturbed you a lot." The brunette said with a haughty air.
"Rachel…" The blonde warned, giving her a reproachful look.
"I didn't say anything!" The brunette complained, two hands in the air.
Beca observed this back and forth with a wide mouth. When the two pairs of eyes got back to her, she rushed to her milkshake to win some time. Once she gulped down her gulp, she cleared her throat.
"No, well, yes, you're right. I was surprised. I'm not the type to sing with other people."
"But you're one of the Bellas. I saw you all win the competition last year. It was you, right ? With the Breakfast Club revival ? It was genius, by the way !"
"Yeah, it was us. But I…"
"Oh and that mashup, what a performance! Really!"
"Rachel, calm down. You're scarring her."
"But Quinn, you should have seen them. They were splendid. I would have loved to see you in this group instead of the one you were in…"
"You were into a cappella ?" Beca interrupted.
The blonde seemed surprise at first to hear Beca talk but then she answered.
"Yes, with the High Notes. I don't keep good memories from that period…"
The blonde had cut it short. Beca remembered the last few pages she had read from her journal. Quinn Fabray was in front of her. The girl she had devoured the journal as if it had been written by a great author of suspense novels. She couldn't believe it. She remembered Quinn's words showing how alone and unhappy she was, poisoned by the love she thought was forbidden. It didn't take Beca long to realize that the R. in the journal was Rachel, the brunette sitting in front of her. Quinn had finally succeeded. Beca remembered her descent into hell, those pages where Quinn revealed that she had taken drugs to try to forget her loneliness and her love. She was missing the pages between the Quinn in the journal and the one standing in front of her.
"Sorry to tell you that but we kinda know each other." Beca said. "Well, I know you."
The blonde tilted her head, intrigued. Beca then began to explain her discovery of the journal.
Half an hour later, the three women were observing each other from the side of their eyes, stunned by this twist of fate.
"So you found my journal under a floorboard."
"Yes."
"It seems so far away now."
Rachel put her hand on Quinn's as if to reassure her. Beca thought she saw a nod from the brunette, as if they were having a silent conversation.
"If I remember correctly, the last page mustn't be very happy." Quinn said in a sour laugh.
Beca nodded and saw Rachel tightened her grasp. They had gone through a lot of stuff, it caught the eyes.
"You don't have to tell me.I already know more than I should.I'm sorry to have entered your secret garden.I didn't think I'd meet you one I'm glad it ended well for you both."Beca finished under her breath.
She was truly happy for the couple in front of her.
They seemed complementary and so made for each other. Beca couldn't help but think of Chloe. She wondered what she could possibly be doing at this hour. She was supposed to be in class but she had seemed so sad the day before.
"I believe that if you read to the end a journal found at random in the attic of a student room, it's because something must have linked you to it." Quinn said mockingly.
The blonde had noticed Beca's absence. Her concerns had been hovering around her head as if visible to the naked eye since she had set foot in this café. And then these songs mixed together couldn't be performed ten thousand different ways. Seeing Beca's surprised look, the blonde continued.
"I know what I wrote in that journal, Beca. I talk a lot about Rachel. And I was very depressed at the time. I can imagine that in your shoes, I would have given up reading after two pages because reading the story of a girl who keeps repeating the same things all the time but who doesn't want to do anything to change, it becomes boring on long terms."
"No, you're wrong. I really took the story, your story to heart. You write very well too. And I was especially revolted to read that no one saw your distress. It took me a while to read the last pages. I was afraid of what I was going to find there..."
Quinn gave Rachel a knowing look. Rachel seemed to get the message.
"I'll let you both talk." She said with a nod of her head.
The brunette placed a kiss on the top of Quinn's head and left for the kitchen. There was a silence then the blonde cleared her throat and moved forward a little in her chair.
"I'll tell you the rest of the story. Because I feel that something is happening, that this is perhaps not due to chance. Well, I stopped believing in chance a few years ago, you will understand why.
"You don't have to, I've already invaded your life too much..."
"No, let me tell you. It's important that you see the big picture."
Christmas Eve - December
Quinn looked up from the dingy couch she was lying on. She had apparently spent the night there. A shrill ringtone woke her up. When she saw the phone ringing in the distance, placed on a table, she let her body fall heavily. No matter who it belonged to, someone was going to pick it up.
The ringing stopped. Quinn took a breath to drift back into her sleep. Then the ringing started again, as if the person on the line had seen her fall asleep. She complained but decided to solve the problem herself.
She struggled out of the sofa. A protruding spring had gotten caught in her tights. She pulled and nearly fell backwards when the spring released her after forming a hole. She walked very slowly to the table, one hand supporting her head. The alcohol and everything else were still mixing in her brain. Quinn felt like she had a real Brazilian carnival inside her head.
Once in front of the phone, she felt stupid. It was hers. And it displayed a first name that she had not dared to see or pronounce for a month. She slid the button to the red side. She didn't want to receive her calls. It was too late. She put her phone on airplane mode, put it in her jacket pocket and decided to leave the dilapidated house her friends lived in.
At home, Quinn took a shower and turned on the television. It was December 24th. Her mother hadn't invited her back to Ohio for the holidays. Her sister hadn't given any sign of life. Her friends had probably all gone home to see their families. The dormitories were empty. Everyone was going to celebrate left and right that evening. But not Quinn. She would stay alone. To celebrate in her own way.
New Year - January
It was late. Or rather very early. Quinn was coming home from a college party where her friends were staying. She wanted to go home to call Santana to calm down and wish her happy new year. It was freezing cold outside, but Quinn was still warm-blooded from what she had consumed all night.
She entered her residence, wiped her feet, and went up the stairs, whistling. The climb was slow and she had to lean against the wall more than once, but she liked it that way. She forgot everything. Classes, her family, her friends, Ra… No, in fact, she forgot almost everything.
Quinn staggered into her hallway, her shoulder leaning against the edge of the wall. She stopped abruptly when she saw her bedroom door and who was waiting for her there. Alcohol didn't cause hallucinations, that's for sure. She no longer knew exactly what else she had consumed. She shrugged and chose to ignore reality. Either way, it would eventually disappear.
Quinn inserted the key into the lock and walked in, leaving the door open. She plopped down on her bed heavily and placed her headphones in her ears, cutting her off from reality for good. Rachel, who was still looking at her from the doorway, couldn't believe her eyes. The brunette entered the room in a fury and slammed the door so violently that she shook.
"Quinn! Quinn! You could at least look at me!"
Seeing the blonde's lack of reaction, Rachel came ripping off the headphones from her ears.
"Hey!"
"Finally ! Hello !" Rachel shouted. "What's going on with you, Quinn?"
"Nothing. Go away. Leave me alone."
"No! I'm here for you. Come on, stand up. You smell alcohol from a mile away."
Rachel tried to lift Quinn up to walk her to the small bathroom. The blonde resisted, throwing fists and legs, pushing Rachel. The brunette tripped and fell violently against the dresser. The whole stopped breathing. Quinn stood up, eyes wide. She didn't want to hurt Rachel but she was fed up of hurting herself.
"I don't recognize you." Rachel said, standing up. "You've changed. We're worried about you and you just reject us. We don't know what to do anymore, Quinn. Talk to me."
"I don't have anything to say to you."
Quinn kept her lips sealed, her eyes fleeing. She couldn't put up with it like before. All Rachel should do was going back to New York and forget her forever.
"Quinn, please. Let me help you."
Rachel came closer and took her face in her hands. She always had been attracted to this mysterious and tortured character that was Quinn Fabray. She wished she was able to read in her mind at this instant. The hazel eyes showed fear and so much remorse.
"No. I told you to leave me alone."
Quinn pushed her away again, ignoring the lack of control she had over her movements. She sent the brunette flying against the front door and Rachel cried out in pain.
"Look! I destroy everything! I hurt everybody around me. You've done enough. Go away! Go before you're destroyed for good." Quinn shouted.
Rachel remained speechless, unable to decide. Quinn looked like she needed help. She could see that Quinn was dying to have her by her side but didn't dare allow herself to. As she didn't move, the blonde took the lead and opened the door to ask her to leave silently.
"Get out, Berry."
Her name in Quinn's mouth finally made up her mind. It had been at least two years she hadn't heard that tone or seen that expression on Quinn's face. She came to her senses and left the room determined to never return under any circumstances. Because she deserved better.
Valentine's Day - February
The party was in full swing. The walls were sweating. Her ribcage vibrated to the rhythm of the bass. Quinn could only hear a distant hum. She had an empty glass in her hand but she didn't know how much she had drunk. She was dancing. She was forgetting and it was great.
A boy approached her and placed his sweaty hands on her hips. She looked at him sideways. The image was a little blurry but she thought she saw the stereotype of the athlete that you see in every university in the country. She whispered in his ear that she didn't play in the same yard then moved away. The boy grabbed her wrist to bring her back to him but a young woman who was dancing near them took Quinn by both cheeks and kissed her. The boy was so shocked that he finally let go and walked away.
Hayden, the blonde who had just kissed her, laughed out loud as she stuck to Quinn to dance to the rhythm. She reached into the back pocket of her jean shorts and pulled out a plastic pouch with small pills in it. The tablets changed colors depending on the orientation of the spots. Hayden pulled away from Quinn, showed her the pouch, and nodded towards the bathroom. She left immediately, swaying her hips, arms in the air and the pouch between her teeth. Quinn laughed at her friend's antics but followed her.
In the bathroom, the two blondes slid down the white tiled wall. Hayden offered a pill to Quinn who took it between her fingers. She had to focus really hard to keep it in her hand. When Hayden had taken hers, they clinked glasses.
"Happy Valentine's dayyyyyyy!" Hayden said in a cheery voice.
"Oh, no, please."
They swallowed the pills and Hayden leaned her head against Quinn's shoulder. The two young women remained silent for a moment and Quinn was really satisfied with that. She was just waiting for the effect of the miracle pill. She didn't know what it was and she didn't care. She just had to forget. Especially today. Well, that was without counting on Hayden.
"You should call her, Q."
"Call who?"
"Well your Rachel. I'm sure she thinks of you."
"I will not be so sure about that."
"But what if you were wrong ! She must be glued to her phone waiting for your call!"
Hayden coughed then fell silent and Quinn thought about what she just said. No, Rachel was probably at a table in a fancy restaurant, sitting across from her perfect boyfriend who would propose to her at the end of the meal because they couldn't raise a child without being married and he wouldn't no longer saw his life without her. It was pathetic. Quinn abruptly stood up, letting Hayden fall.
"I'm going home."
"Oh, Quinnie, I'm sorry. Come back."
"See you tomorrow, Hayden."
And Quinn let her there to walk back the perilous way to her tiny apartment where all her thoughts were waiting for her. Rachel, Beth, Santana, her mother, her father, her sister. Quinn always saw the same faces. The closer she got to her apartment, the less she loved what was going on in her head. Rachel, Beth, Santana, her mother, her father, her sister.
She opened the door with some difficulty and rushed inside. She felt like she was going crazy. Her heart was bitting too fast. She felt the blood rush through her arteries, out of her heart, to her brain and the endings of her body. She needed something to slow down. She bent down under the bed to search for her miracle pills. She came across her old diary in its hidden place and hesitate a bit. No, it wouldn't help to write to herself anyway. She grabbed the bottle of Lexotanil pills and swallowed several one of them. She plopped down on her bed, put on her headphones, and almost instantly felt her heartbeat slow down and begin to pick up the rhythm of the music. She closed her eyes. The crisis had been averted. At least for tonight.
Quinn's Birthday - March
Quinn inhaled deeply and put her hand over her nose to keep whatever she could of the white powder she had just sucked up. She had an exam today. Comparative literature. She didn't really know what they were teaching in this class anymore. She had read Shakespeare and liked it, but comparing his works was a bit weird for her, so she gave up.
The blonde went to check her reflection in the bathroom mirror. No marks on the nose, no visible dark circles thanks to makeup. Her teacher wasn't going to see anything and neither were the others. Always keep up appearances. That's what her mother had told her dozens of times.
She shouldered her almost empty bag and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long day.
Her promotion filled the entire small amphitheater where the exam took place. Quinn had to make her way to her numbered seat without apologizing for bumping into some people in the process. She took out her things - a pen and a bottle of water - and waited. When the topics were handed out, Quinn kept her gaze fixed on the board in the very center of the room. They had four hours. She tilted her head with difficulty towards the exam subject. She had already failed her first semester. She had to succeed in this one to compensate for the first and have a chance of validating the year.
The topic in paragraph form was unclear. It was moving. Quinn tried to concentrate but couldn't see anything. She understood a part of the sentence and saw that it was about hope in Shakespeare's work. Her brain was still too slow. She couldn't think. She raised her hand abruptly. A supervisor came to see her and she asked him for permission to go to the bathroom. The supervisor granted and followed her.
Once alone in the cabin, Quinn took the tiny plastic tube that she now always carried with her. She poured the white powder onto the edge of the sink, made a rough line and inhaled quickly. She put the rest back in the tube, flushed the toilet, went to wash her hands and face then went out. She was ready now.
In front of her essay, the five pages required seemed to write itself. So fast that she had trouble keeping up. Quinn didn't even read her essay again. She went to return it to the teacher sitting at the large central desk, wished him a good day and left. She had finished her exam in an hour and fifteen minutes.
On the way home, Quinn stopped for an espresso at a small cafe. The place seemed run down but the owner was really nice. You could see that she loved welcoming people and had done so for many years now. Her cup in hand, Quinn went out and hid behind a tree to empty half of the flask that she always carried in her bag into her cup. She took a sip and continued on her way with a satisfied air.
When she got home, the young woman decided to take advantage of her state of mind and turned on some loud music. Quinn felt like she was floating. She felt taken away. Light and free. She thought she could accomplish so much in that moment. But all that mattered was forgetting. And as she did, she danced, again and again. She danced and sang while cursing these false friends who did not know her. This Rachel who was happy without her. These parents who had always wanted to change her. And even Shelby who had adopted her daughter as if she wasn't capable of taking care of her alone.
Quinn suddenly started crying. She wanted so badly to take care of Beth. She knew how to take care of her and love her. And she could have done it with Rachel if she had the courage to tell her how she felt. It was her fault. She only had herself to blame. She had wasted her life trying to fit into a mold. She had ruined her studies. She was going to fail, that was certain.
Panicked, Quinn rushed to her anxiolytics. She downed a few, turned up the music, and waited for the storm to pass. But it never passed.
"That evening, I overdosed. I was alone in my room. I felt my heart beating very hard as if it was going to escape. Then I also felt it almost stop."
Looking at Beca's sad expression, Quinn realized that the story she had gotten used to telling, her story, wasn't super funny after all.
"Sorry, I tend to forget the effect it has on normal people.
They make us repeat this story dozens of times in rehab so that we are no longer ashamed to tell it."
"No, don't worry. It's just very sad..."
Beca didn't know what else to say. Why all of this mattered to her anyway ? She didn't understand what could have guided them all towards each other. The brunette cleared her throat and stood up.
"Thank you.
For telling me everything. It was… very interesting." Quinn laughed at how embarrassed Beca was. She put a hand on her shoulder and handed her a card.
"No problem. I'll leave you my number. In case one day you want to explain to me why you read my diary."
"Thanks…"
Beca put the card in her pocket, collected her things and backed away to leave.
"See you soon !" The brunette said awkwardly.
"You know where to find me." Quinn replied.
And Beca left without looking back.
It was probably the weirdest day Beca had ever had. And yet, she had experienced some truly strange things. She had even ended up in police custody the previous year.
When she returned to her father's house, Stacie and Amy were waiting for her on the porch. Beca had had her share of talking for the day. More than she could handle in a week in fact. So when she saw her two friends on her front doorstep, she tried to flee by turning around. But apparently, Cynthia was waiting for her in her car parked a little further down the street since she got out to intercept her.
"Where do you think you're going, Cap?"
"Beca, wait!"
Beca whispered "Nowhere" under her breath and made up her mind. She was going to have to undergo yet another discussion.
Once inside, the girls were all in Beca's room. The latter was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Stacie had taken the office chair and Cynthia had taken the beanbag. Amy wandered between the different shelves.
"Well, are you going to tell me what you're doing here, so we can get it over with?" Beca said impatiently.
"We want you to come back."
"Amy, let it go!"
Cynthia and Stacie had spoken at the same time. All eyes turned to the blonde who was holding a photo frame in her hands. She looked at Beca guiltily.
"No, go ahead, Amy. It will give you another story to tell." Beca said sharply.
Silence enveloped them. Amy blamed herself terribly. Cynthia looked at her friends as if she were watching a boxing match.
"Amy, I think you forgot to tell a little something to Beca."
The blonde nodded like a child caught red-handed. She moved to the edge of the bed and uttered the tiniest of pardons between her lips, then left as if afraid of being hit. Beca rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't matter. I will not come back."
"But Beca, we need you! The whole team lives in the same house. It's too complicated without you."
"She's right, Cap', practice is weird. And then Chloe got all upset. We don't know what to do with her anymore. She doesn't even smile anymore!"
"Stop that. I saw her, you remember ? She was smiling."
"Beca, stop lying. You know very well that she wasn't really smiling."
Yes, Beca knew that. When Chloe smiled, her eyes sparkled and all the misery in the world disappeared. Of course she knew Chloe wasn't doing well. She had known it just by seeing her arrive late at practice. Chloe always got up at dawn naturally because she was so excited to start a new day that she couldn't wait. So yes, Beca knew but she didn't want to think about it. She already had a lot to think about with everything Quinn had told her. And her past catching up with her. She had proof with Quinn today that you shouldn't underestimate your friends. Quinn had pushed Rachel away dozens of times. Besides, how did they find each other? She saved her question for later.
"Okay, fine, you're right. I know it, I saw it, she's not doing well and it's my fault. I said horrible things to her. She looked in my memory box and I got angry and left. And now I blame myself. But at the same time, she wasn't allowed to look in the damn box. I told her my secrets. Why is it never enough with her?"
Beca started pacing around her room. The girls watched her do it without saying anything. Stacie knew very well why Chloe couldn't get enough of Beca. They loved each other so much but they didn't understand each other, and they still hid so much from each other.
"Okay, Beca, stop!" Stacie said, getting up to take her by the shoulders. "First, it's not a question of what is enough or not."
Stacie took Beca to sit on the bed then took her hand.
"What Chloe would like, and what we all would like, is for you to trust us. You run away from us all the time. And we just wish we could help you but you're avoiding us until things get better. We can feel it, Beca, when things aren't going well. Even Lily knows it. We would like to understand why you aren't well and help you get better. But instead, you want to handle everything alone as if you could. So what is the plan now? To hide here until it passes ?"
"No, I… I needed time to think."
"And you couldn't do it in our room?" Amy asked, annoyed.
"No, Amy, since you are going through my things in our room!"
"Maybe if you had less secrets, it would be less complicated!"
Seeing Beca and Amy getting angry, Cynthia placed her thumb and index finger between her lips and whistled loudly. The girls stopped with their hands to their ears.
"Amy, you should stop snooping around, it's rude. Beca, if you would share more, we wouldn't have to dig around to find out what you're hiding when we're worried."
The two girls looked down, as if punished. Cynthia always made everyone agree. Seeing her chance, Stacie decided to start the conversation on a slightly more slippery subject.
"Maybe you could start by showing us what's in this box." She said to Beca. "No more mystery around the box so no more reason to search." She concluded with a shrug.
Beca shook her head furiously. She couldn't show them. It was too personal. They knew nothing about her after all. It could change the way they see her forever. Not to mention the impact it would have on Chloe.
"Out of the question. That's my whole life in there."
"Oh that's cute ! Chloe is your whole life then?" Amy asked with dreamy eyes.
"No ! It's not just photos of Chloe!"
"So what's in it, Beca? Why can't we know too?" Cynthia asked.
Her friends were starting to get hurt, she could see it clearly. But Beca was so afraid of losing them. Just as afraid she'd been of losing Chloe, in fact. That was why she had chosen to leave first. It hurt less that way.
"It's okay," she finally said. "I'm going back with you. But don't make me tell you everything, I'm not ready for that. Not after what Chloe did."
The girls looked at each other with understanding.
"Do you promise to make an effort?" Amy asked.
"Yes, as long as you don't touch my things anymore."
"Promise" Amy replied with a big smile.
"Come on Becs, let's go back" Stacie said, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Yes." Beca confirmed, looking determined. "Let me just tell my dad and make a call."
"Hello ?"
"Quinn? It's Beca."
"Oh Beca, is everything okay?"
"Yes. I...I have the answer to your question."
"Uh uh, I see. Why did you continue reading?"
"Yeah, I… read in your first lines that you had had a child. Me too. Well, I almost had a daughter, but I lost her."
A/N: Cliffhanger ! By the way, does anybody know where is Chloe ?
Thanks for reading.
Take care.