AN: Happy New Year. Sorry this isn't a New Years themed story.
TW: Physical abuse and homophobia
Chloe crossed her arms and huffed as she stood in front of her angry father and silent mother.
She couldn't believe he was acting this way and that she was doing nothing about it. It was her life and he wasn't allowed to dictate every single, little thing about it, especially not this, which, by the way, was huge to her.
"I don't give a fucking damn whether or not you 'condone this disgusting relationship' or not, okay, Dad?" the redhead yelled, "I'm in love with her and I'm staying with her. She needs me and I need her too, just as much."
"Absolutely not and that is final!" Jack Beale decisively stated, "First and foremost, she is a fucking girl! I thought I raised you better than to fall for another girl! I thought I taught you that it's wrong and unnatural, but clearly I didn't do it well enough! You've had tons of other great, male options, like Tom, and yet you chose her for God-knows-what reason!
"Secondly, she is a high school junior and you're in your sophomore year of college. I'll be damned if I allow you to throw all of your hard work and all of our hard-earned money away for her! Not only is that disrespecting your mother and me, but that is disrespecting yourself too!
"Thirdly, she has and is nothing! She wears the same fucking clothes every two weeks and she lives in that puny house with her pathetic, good-for-nothing father in that sketchy-ass area of town!
"And finally, she wants to be in the fucking music industry. Only truly talented people can succeed in that field. You'll be dragging her ass through life, I know it."
Chloe stared at her father, mouth agape and eyes burning with rage. "How dare you talk about her like that?"
Without another word, the ginger spun on her heels and ran upstairs to her room. She immediately locked herself inside, ignoring her mother's frantic calls and her father's angry shouts.
She couldn't believe he had just said all of those horrible things about the girl she loves. If he were a good father, he would've accepted her and her significant other because they made each other happy. If he were a good father, he wouldn't have basically thrown her girlfriend Beca out into the dark and rainy night after he and her mother had gotten home, only to discover their relationship.
Hell, if he were a good person, he wouldn't have done any of that.
And it wasn't as if they had been doing anything scandalous like heavily making out or having sex on the goddamn couch. Beca was only over, showing her how to play a couple chords on her guitar.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But of course, her father had just exploded and kicked her out, then proceeded to lecture Chloe about her "inappropriate relationship."
Then there was her mother, Stephanie Beale, who she knew wasn't bothered by her sexuality, but who also did absolutely nothing about her husband's attack on their own daughter and her love. Her problem was that she evidently wasn't courageous enough to stand up for what was right if it meant going against her husband.
In some ways, Chloe could understand that, being loyal and supportive towards your partner and all, but it should not keep you from doing the right thing.
The redhead laid in bed as she heard the basement door slam shut.
Like father, like daughter. He was locking himself in the basement where his study and man-cave were.
Her mother was probably just standing in the kitchen, wondering what the hell to make of this situation, but Chloe knew she wasn't going to try to talk to either of her family members. At least, not while they were both in such foul moods.
"Ugh, why do my parents have to be this way?"
A couple hours had passed. It was about 1:17 am.
Chloe figured her father had decided to sleep in his man-cave when she heard only the delicate footsteps of her mother moving around upstairs a little earlier. She had heard her stop in front of her door and figured she had debated whether or not to check on her, but had apparently decided not to in the end and had simply continued on her way towards the bathroom.
Oh well.
Her parents could act that way all they wanted, she wasn't going to break. She was in love with Beca and nothing was going to tear them apart. Not on her watch.
Her eyes started feeling heavier, so she let them shut on their own account and prepared herself to let sleep envelope her when all of a sudden there was a high-pitched knock at her window.
At first, she thought she might've imagined it, so she re-closed her eyes and rested her head back onto her pillow until she heard it again.
She stared at the window, thinking maybe the rain had turned into hail and was tapping against the glass.
That was when she saw a tiny object fly up and hit the transparent material. It was a little rock.
Chloe quickly realized what was happening and jumped out of bed. She rushed over to the window and practically threw it open. She looked down to find Beca at the bottom, staring back up at her and standing outside her house as the cold rain doused her.
Her hair and clothes looked soaked and the hood of her sweater, though slightly unhelpful at this point, was pulled over her head. It was too dark and the rain was too heavy to really make out any details, but it was very clearly her petite girlfriend.
"Oh my god! Beca! What are you doing out there?" the redhead whisper-yelled down to the younger girl.
"I…I can't go back home, Chloe. I tried, but he…he locked me out and…can I…" Beca stuttered, her voice shamefully breaking.
"Of course," Chloe didn't hesitate to say and searched for a way for the small brunette to get to her, "Do you think you can climb this?"
Beca nodded, which her girlfriend was barely able to see, before starting to scale the tree that was close enough to the window to allow access to the house.
Once she was within reach, the flame-haired girl grabbed hold of the high school junior's hand and helped her in, not missing the pained gasp she let out at the action.
"What's wrong?" Chloe immediately questioned in concern for her love.
Beca shook her head and kept it down, but the redhead wouldn't allow it. She gently lifted her girlfriend's head and found a large, purple bruise on her left cheek and unshed tears building in her stunning, navy blue eyes.
"Oh, sweetie," Chloe sympathized with the younger girl, "Did he do this to you?"
Beca nodded.
"Did he slap you again?"
Another nod.
"Is this all he did, other than lock you out?"
There was a slight hesitation before the small brunette shook her head. She then slowly lifted her shirt to reveal even more bruises and a couple cuts littered across her stomach, ribs, and back left by none other than her own father, Warren Mitchell.
"Honey, why did you climb the tree then? And why didn't you call me for a ride instead of walking all the way back here?" Chloe softly demanded as she delicately ran her fingers over the injuries to make sure nothing was broken or in need of stitches.
"I didn't wanna risk getting you into more trouble because of me," Beca mumbled sadly, wincing a couple times when her girlfriend touched a particularly painful spot, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. My father's just being a complete asshole," the ginger reassured her, "Looks like yours is too."
"Apparently, your dad rang him up while I was walking there. He wasn't too happy about the news or about hearing from him at all," the shorter girl recounted, "He somehow managed to change the locks on the doors before I got there so that he could hear when I got back. Or, well, tried to get back.
"He forced me into the house and yelled at me. He tried to throw a couple of his empty beer bottles at my head. He was drunk though, so he missed mostly. After he hit me a couple times, he threw me out too."
"God, I'm so sorry about them," Chloe apologized on behalf of both of their terrible fathers.
"Eh. He would've done something anyway. Like I said, he was drunk off his stupid ass," Beca said with a shrug, but her girlfriend could tell that it was hurting her so much more than she let on.
"I'm gonna get you out of there, Beca," the ginger assured, gently grabbing a tiny hand, "I promise."
"Focus on your own dad first, Chlo," the small brunette told the older girl, not angrily nor impatiently but firmly, "My dad's my issue. I can handle him. Don't worry."
The day that Chloe finally decided to confront her father about his parenting ways was one that she never wanted to reach. She was hoping that she'd get herself out of this situation before her love actually had to step in.
"Beca, all I do is worry every single time you go back there. You're living with a monster—"
"So are you," Beca interrupted, "And I don't mean your dad."
No, the monster she was thinking about wasn't Jack Beale. Its name was Homophobia and it was simply possessing him.
Beca had had to deal with her father being the way that he was for years, but Chloe had always had a good relationship with her father up until she came along and messed it up for her.
The younger girl had to make sure that her girlfriend wasn't letting her issues overshadow her own. It just wouldn't be fair.
"Look, Chlo, I'm exhausted. Can we please just go to sleep?" Beca practically begged, needing to rest her sore body.
Chloe instantly picked up on this and agreed, helping her love out of her sopping clothes and into the smallest tank top and shorts that she owned.
The couple then crawled into bed together, the taller of the two gently and lovingly wrapping her arms around the petite body from behind.
"You locked the door?" Beca asked through a tired yawn.
"I did, sweetie. Don't worry about it. Just get some rest," Chloe reassured her girlfriend, "Goodnight. I love you."
"Goodnight. I love you too."
It'd been about a week after the fight in the Beale house and Chloe and her father still had yet to speak to each other.
Well, that ended when she walked through the door to her house after a Tuesday morning lecture.
"Chloe, honey! There you are!" That was her father's voice.
"Dad?" the redhead called back in confusion.
She entered the living room and her confusion only grew when she found not only her father sitting in the room, but also her petite girlfriend, who also looked perplexed and nervous, and some tall guy she'd never seen before, who looked rather uncomfortable.
"Becs?" Chloe questioned the younger girl, who just shrugged cluelessly, "What's going on?"
"Well, I brought your little…friend here—" Jack started, only to be immediately interrupted by his daughter.
"My girlfriend, dad," Chloe forcefully corrected.
Mr. Beale ignored her and continued as if nothing had happened, "So that you could break up with her worthless self right here and now, right in front of me, and we can all go back to our lives before this."
Both girls' eyes shot to the man in shock and bewilderment.
"And why the hell would I do that?" Chloe demanded as she crossed her arms, her anger towards her father quickly rising again.
"Because I finally found you the perfect man and you don't need to settle for this trash any longer," Jack answered as if it were obvious, "This is Chicago Walp. He's nice, he's smart, and he's in the army.
"You remember his parents, don't you? Some former business associates of mine. Preston and Katherine Walp. The owners of Walp Industries, the tech company that's huge in Japan."
"Hey," Chicago awkwardly greeted the girl with whom he was being set up, "Um, Mr. Beale, you didn't tell me Chloe's already—"
"Dad, Beca's already perfect for me," Chloe insisted, inadvertently cutting Chicago off.
"Mr. Beale, with all due respect, I think that these two really care about each other a lot and it would probably be best to let them be," Chicago intervened as politely as possible while still defending the young couple from the verbal assault.
"Nonsense! They have no idea what they want!" the older man brushed his comment off.
"Maybe I should go," Beca quietly suggested, standing up and making her way towards the front door.
"Yes, I think that's best. Just let my daughter dump your worthless ass and be on your way," the man agreed.
"Mr. Beale, that was highly unnece—" the army soldier tried to diffuse the situation again but was, once again, unintentionally interrupted by the taller of the two girls.
"No, Beca, if you're leaving, then I'm leaving with you," the redhead stated as she gently grabbed the younger girl's wrist, not allowing this attempt to break them up succeed.
The small brunette glanced fearfully at her girlfriend's father and said, "I don't think that's what your dad wants."
"That's right! Now, leave already!" Jack confirmed, then gave his daughter his orders, "Chloe, get back in here. You're being rude to Chicago."
"And you're being rude to Beca, my actual girlfriend," Chloe continued to argue, keeping her hold on Beca.
"Stop calling her that! I forbid it! I will not allow my daughter to be in love with another girl, especially not one like her!" Mr. Beale shouted as he shot off of the couch, making the high school junior flinch.
"I'm not a fucking child, Dad! You can't control my life anymore!" the ginger declared, "If I wanna be with Beca, then I'm gonna be with her!"
"Enough with this fucking Romeo & Juliet bullshit! Now, do as I say! Both of you!" Jack yelled as he approached the couple in a rather threatening manner.
Chloe bravely stood her ground.
Beca, on the other hand, was cowering behind her girlfriend at this point, an action not lost on the young man across the room.
"You know what happened to those so-called 'star-crossed lovers'?" the ginger's father roared, "They both fucking died because they tried to go against what was natural!
"They, a privileged girl and a lowly boy, thought that they could conquer the fucking world just by 'loving each other.' They thought that they could outrun fate!
"Well, look at how that ended! Both of them committing suicide! I'm trying to prevent shit like that with you! I'm trying to save you from each other and yet this is the thanks that I get in return?"
He then lunged at the two girls, but he luckily didn't get too far.
In a second, Chicago was standing in between Jack and the girls. He held the older man's raised arm with one of his hands and lifted his other arm to shield the young couple.
At that same moment, the front door opened, accidentally bumping into Beca's back, and then entered Chloe's mother.
"What the hell is going on here?" Stephanie demanded, taking in the sight that she'd just walked in on.
"Dad was trying to break Beca and me up and then set me up with some rich, army guy," Chloe told her.
"Ma'am, I think your husband was about to get physical with your daughter and her girlfriend and probably would have had I not been here to intervene," Chicago informed the woman in a professional voice, which earned him a hard glare from the other man.
"Okay, this has gone way too far! Jack"—Stephanie pointed towards her own office—"my office now!" Mrs. Beale authoritatively ordered, before turning towards her daughter, "Chloe, honey, you're gonna wanna go after your girlfriend."
The redhead looked confused for a second until she realized that the front door was still open and Beca was nowhere in sight.
"Shit," Chloe hissed under her breath, before rushing outside to find the younger girl speed-walking away from the house.
"Beca!" the flame-haired girl called after her girlfriend as she easily caught up to her, "Beca, wait! I'm sorry!"
She ran ahead so that she could physically get in front of her and raised her hands to stop the high school junior.
"Becs, I'm so sorry about him," Chloe sincerely apologized about her father, "I can't believe he would pull something like this."
"Look…I don't think we should stay together if this is the kind of bullshit you're gonna have to deal with on a daily basis!" Beca exclaimed.
"Beca, don't say that," the redhead contested, "I don't give a shit what he thinks about us.
"I love you and I wanna be with you and nothing's gonna stop me from that, not even my dad."
"Chloe, I can't come between you and your family! You can't let me do that, okay?" the small brunette tried to justify her choice, her voice breaking several times, "Partners come and go, but you can't change who your parents are.
"I've always had a shitty family. I know that and I know that I can't change anything about it and I accepted it a long time ago. But yours was fine up until me.
"Look, if we just end it now, your dad will be happy, your mom could relax, and you'll have your family back."
"Beca—" Chloe tried to object, but the younger girl wouldn't allow it.
"Your dad's right, Chlo; Chicago seems like a great guy," Beca admitted, despite the pang in her chest at the feeling of jealousy and defeat, "Just promise you won't sell your heart out to him. Promise you'll make sure he could actually make you happy and that he could be the one for you."
"Beca, stop," the ginger firmly ordered, "I don't want Chicago, okay? The only person I wanna be with is you. You already make me happy and I know you're the one for me. I don't have to sell my heart out because I have you.
"You can't throw our relationship away because of this. I won't allow it. He wants to tear us apart and he'll get what he wants if you give him a chance to. Please don't give him that chance."
Chloe had slowly closed the distance between her and her girlfriend as she spoke. She gently cupped her face, feeling the younger girl copy her, and connected their lips. They wrapped each other up into their arms as they kissed, revelling in the familiar warmth and safety that they always felt with one another.
When they separated, the older girl whispered, "I have a plan. Please just…if you could wait it out for just like a day or two more…"
Beca bumped their noses together lightly and pecked her love on the lips.
"For you, anything."
A couple days after her father's attempt to break her and Beca up, Chloe returned home after having dropped by her girlfriend's house to deliver a note to her.
She hadn't been home and either her dad was gone too or he was completely passed out somewhere in the house from drinking.
Beca had begged Chloe to not do anything except deposit the note into the mailbox and nothing more if she wasn't home from school and work by the time she got there. It would be safe there since Mr. Mitchell never checked the mail anyway ("Yeah, because you always do everything around that house and he does shit all. Doesn't even clean up after he's done beating you.").
It had taken every ounce of the redhead's willpower to not just storm in and give the bastard a piece of her mind for how he treated the love of her life.
However, she had successfully held herself back and had done as she'd been told.
Chloe had just hung up her coat and purse, sat herself onto her bed, and turned her laptop on when her phone vibrated with a text.
"Are you serious?" –My Juliet
She had changed her girlfriend's contact name to this only moments after her father had used it to describe their situation ("Wait, why am I Juliet?"
"Because you're more often than not my damsel in distress."
"What? No, I am not!"
"Oh, you totally are, Becs. Don't even try to deny it").
Was it because it was true or was it just to spite him?
Well, let's put it this way: Yes.
Instead of replying, she rang the small brunette up.
"This isn't a joke, is it?" Beca questioned the second she'd accepted the call, "This is actually your plan?"
"I'm dead serious, Beca," Chloe confirmed with conviction, "Look, I realize this is a bigger deal for you than for me, but this is honestly the only way I can think of to help us both.
"Besides, what do we have to lose? Shitty family situations? Judgemental idiots?"
"You're only halfway done college, Chlo, you're at a great school, you're trying to become a vet. Your dad's sort of a dick, but your mom's great. You're living comfortably, you have few expenses," the younger girl reasoned, "You can't just throw all of that away for me."
"Beca, you're so much more important to me than all of that," the college student insisted, "I can find a new school, I'll be away from my jackass of a dad, I'll keep in touch with my mom, we can work out living arrangements together—I really couldn't care less about any of that.
"If I lost you though, I don't even know what I would do.
"Look, you don't have to give me an answer right now. Just promise me you'll think about it."
There was silence on the other line for a moment as the small brunette processed her girlfriend's words.
It wasn't an impossible plan, but it sure was…ambitious. And incredibly risky for both of them.
"Okay, fine. I promise I'll think about it," Beca finally spoke, "I gotta go now though. Homework and stuff. I love you."
"I love you too," Chloe returned, "Bye."
"Bye."
The redhead tossed her phone onto the mattress that she was currently sitting on and sighed.
She really hoped Beca accepted her offer. This was how she was planning on finally saving her girlfriend from her horrible father and herself from her own.
They really didn't have anything keeping them from doing it, except for maybe her mother, but they could always phone each other.
Truly, the only thing that could stop them was Beca's fear of her dad and she really hoped that she wouldn't let it.
This was their only option at this point.
Later that night, Beca was sitting cross-legged on the couch in her living room, making a quick mix on her laptop, when she heard a door somewhere in her house slam shut. The sound was so loud and powerful that it really resonated all throughout the small building.
She knew that it was her father. There was no one else it could be.
Although, she hadn't even realized that he was awake. She'd thought he was still passed out in his room or something.
"REBECCA!" Warren roared from downstairs.
The small brunette sighed and closed her laptop, carefully sliding it under the couch so that he couldn't see it nor crush it when he came out. Mr. Beale wasn't the only one who thought her dreams were a joke.
"Yeah, dad?" Beca asked in a bored tone to mask the fear she felt.
She didn't hear him scream again, but that didn't mean there was no reaction because the next thing she knew, a piece of paper was being shoved in front of her face and a rough hand tangled in her hair was forcing her to look at it.
It was Chloe's note. With her plan clearly written out on it.
"Shit."
"What the fuck is this? Warren demanded, "This is from that fucking slut of a girlfriend of yours, isn't it? How long have you been planning this, huh? Was this your idea or hers? Hers? Of course, it was! You've never had a single idea in that empty head of yours, let alone one as ambitious as this because you're a fucking coward!"
He crumpled up the paper, threw it aside, and jabbed a finger into her temple to punctuate his insult.
"Dad, stop—" the small brunette pleaded, her hands gripping the wrist connected to the hand currently bunched up in her hair.
"What did you just say to me?" the man demanded as he moved in front of her.
"I said stop!" Beca exclaimed, finally standing up to her father, "And don't you dare speak of my girlfriend that way! She's more family to me than you ever were or ever will be!"
She knew that she would be paying for it dearly, but she couldn't let him get away with insulting her girlfriend. That was a line that she absolutely forbade anyone to cross, even her terrifying and dangerous dad.
Warren didn't respond verbally, however he responded quite physically and violently. He held his grip on his daughter's head and began delivering punch after punch to her face until her nose, lip, and forehead were all bleeding and her jaw, eye, and cheek were badly bruised.
"How dare I speak about her that way? How dare you speak to me that way, you ungrateful, little bitch! I have done more for you than you ever realized!" the brown-haired man roared as he yanked the girl off of the couch and basically threw her over the coffee table and into a flimsy end table, smashing it to pieces, "For seventeen fucking years, I've supported your sorry ass!"
"Didn't know years of your abuse constituted 'support,'" Beca gasped out in a snide tone as she tried to catch her breath after the attack, holding an arm protectively over her damaged stomach.
That was the last straw for Warren. He left his daughter on the floor for a mere moment to get something and returned to the injured body. He raised his arm, revealing the baseball bat in his hand, and violently brought it down upon her.
The small brunette yelped out in pain as the sturdy piece of wood made contact with her hip. She didn't have a second to recover as her father delivered blow after blow after blow with the bat. All she could do was cry out and wait for it to end.
Chloe was sitting in one of the lounging areas in the library with her study group. They were supposed to be reading up on how to help birth a calf, however she couldn't focus on anything but her beautiful girlfriend and her proposition.
Speak of the devil.
Her phone vibrated on the arm of her cushioned chair. The device lit up with a text notification from Beca.
Usually, her knee-jerk reaction would be to grin and practically lunge for her phone, but something felt different this time. Something felt bad.
The redhead anxiously picked up her phone and double-tapped the notification.
"I'm in. Pls come get me ASAP." –My Juliet
"Ofc. R u ok?" –Baby3
"Tell you when we meet up." –My Juliet
"Ok. C u in like an hour. I'll try to b faster if I can." –Baby3
"Ty so much, baby. Love u. Be careful." –My Juliet
"U too, love." –Baby3
Chloe quickly but politely excused herself from the group, gathered her things, and sped home. The bad feeling was still present and it had only worsened after the short text conversation.
She pulled into the driveway without even turning her car off and rushed inside, straight to her room. She yanked open her closet doors and took the big duffle bag that was stuffed inside off of the floor. She hurriedly placed it onto her bed, then went around her room, tossing everything essential into the bag.
"Chloe, honey, what're you doing? What's wrong?" Stephanie asked as she entered the room after having heard the hurricane that was her daughter return home.
The ginger stopped and sighed, turning to face her mother. "Beca needs my help, Mom. I'm getting her out of that godawful house and away from her dad. He's a horrible, abusive, alcoholic asshole."
"Sweetie, why didn't you ever tell me?" the older woman said, "I could've helped you both."
"Well, no offence, Mom, but you didn't really seem like the right person to tell," Chloe told her, "Like, you weren't nearly as bad as Dad, but you also didn't exactly come off as super supportive."
"Chloe, I'm so sorry for everything that's happened to make you feel this way, but we still would've cared and tried to help. Your father may be hugely homophobic, but he's not an absolute monster," Stephanie stated in disappointment towards her husband's recent behaviour and at the fact that her daughter no longer felt like she could trust them.
"I know he's not a complete monster, Mom, but he's not exactly a saint either," the redhead replied, "Look, I didn't mean to insult either of you, but Beca and I've already made a plan to get her out and we're doing it now."
"So, I'm guessing you'll be gone for a while," the older woman assumed, a little sadly.
Chloe chewed the inside of her cheek hesitantly and answered, "Yeah. A pretty long while. I promise I'll visit you though. Maybe once dad chills out."
"I'll make you both a late supper for tonight and breakfast for tomorrow morning," Stephanie told her daughter, then she grabbed something off of her desk, "And don't forget this."
It was the credit card connected to her mom's personal account that Chloe had been given for emergencies.
The flame-haired girl's stance softened and she responded, "No, Mom, it's okay. We can—"
"Take it, Chloe. Just in case"—Mrs. Beale started to leave and make the to-go meals for her daughter and her girlfriend, but she stopped at the door frame and turned back towards the younger woman—"Just know that you'll always have my support and your father will come around eventually. If you ever need help, I'm only a phone call away. Please promise me you'll call at least once every day."
"Of course I will," Chloe replied as she walked over to her mother and gave her a big hug, "Thank you so much. I love you."
"You're welcome, honey. And I love you too," Stephanie returned before the two broke apart to finish preparing for Chloe's departure.
Chloe rolled up to Beca's street and parked on the side of the road three houses away, as per her request. She then pulled out her phone and texted her girlfriend.
"I'm here. I'll be waiting exactly where u told me to park." –Baby3
"Ok. I'll be there soon. Just gotta escape without my dad noticing." –My Juliet
"He, uh, he found the note." –My Juliet
"WHAT?! Why didn't u tell me?! What tf did he do to u?!" –Baby3
"Don't worry about it. We're leaving anyway, right?" –My Juliet
"Right. Sure…" –Baby3
"Just pls be careful and just run, baby, run, okay? Don't ever look back once. Just sneak out and don't tell a soul goodbye." –Baby3
"I promise I won't go until u come out." –Baby3
"Got it. Ty so much for all of this, Chlo." –My Juliet
"I love you." –My Juliet
"I love you too, Becs." –Baby3
Chloe put her phone back down into the cup holder and anxiously watched the little house, waiting for her girlfriend to walk out.
However, nothing happened for about two minutes, which greatly worried her.
It shouldn't have taken Beca this long to sneak out. She was a pro at this point. She'd once witnessed her sneak out of her house in under thirty seconds.
Something had to be wrong.
After a couple more seconds of no activity, Chloe was just about to climb out of the car and fetch her girlfriend herself.
However, then the front light turned on and the front door opened.
Only it wasn't Beca, it was Mr. Mitchell!
"Shit!" Chloe hissed as she quickly killed the engine and sank down into her seat to hide herself from him.
She watched him look around before walking down the two front steps and marching around to the side of the house. He seemed furious, which didn't really surprise her, considering he knew about his daughter's plan with her.
All of a sudden, on the other side of the house, Beca, holding a duffle bag of her own, rounded the corner to the front and slipped behind another parked car on the street on her side of the road.
Right as the small brunette got out of sight, her father came around the same way as her and continued his search. He returned to the front door and looked around once more, before yelling in anger and frustration.
Beca flinched in her hiding spot and was incredibly relieved when she heard a door open then slam shut. She subtly inched her head upwards in order to look through the windows of the car and sure enough, her father was gone.
She sighed in relief as she strained to stand up. The baseball bat beating had been one of the worst in her life.
Chloe, noticing the struggle and the signs of pain, hurriedly climbed out of her car and ran towards her girlfriend. She reached her just in time to catch her from falling over due to her injuries.
"What the fuck did he do to you?" the redhead demanded, scanning over all of the bruises and blood still spilling from the younger girl.
"He found the note and I found out he owns a baseball bat," Beca dryly answered as she leaned quite heavily on her love.
"Oh my god! What the f—"—Chloe sighed deeply in order to calm herself a bit—"Okay, here, give me this"—she took the bag from her girlfriend as she maneuvered her body as gently as possible so that they could walk together—"and let's get you into the car."
With a lot of the ginger's help, Beca managed to get into the passenger's seat.
Chloe then opened her trunk and placed the bag inside. She closed it and climbed into the driver's side. Afterwards, she wasted no time in turning the car back on and peeling out onto the street.
Soon enough, the couple was flying through the night on the highway in Chloe's red car, away from all of the baggage in their lives. When they got far enough, Chloe allowed the car to slow down to a more acceptable speed.
She knew that they were going to have to stop at a hospital sometime soon because Beca was seconds away from passing out in her seat.
For now though, she would let her sleep some of the pain away.
Before Beca completely lost consciousness though, she pulled something out of her pocket. She unfolded it and handed it to her girlfriend.
Chloe accepted it while trying to keep her eyes on the road. She read the first few words quickly and immediately figured out what it was.
It was her note.
Beca,
What my dad has done—how he's treated you—it's absolutely unacceptable. I won't allow him to be so rude to both you and me. Your dad's even worse and he's been this bad since you were little.
Neither of us deserve all of this shit and the only way I can think of to make it all better is for us to leave this town. Together.
I know it's a crazy idea, but I think we can pull it off. We can both apply to new schools. We can find an apartment together. We can live together. We'll be away from our shitty dads, which is exactly what we both need.
So, what do you say?
Chloe didn't need to read the entire thing—she had memorized it while writing it, trying to make it perfect.
However, something she did notice was a newly answered question at the bottom of the page.
Will you please skip town and run away with me?
*empty box* no or *check* yes, Juliet
AN: That definitely is not my favourite ending. It was a tough one, but I tried to make it work. Just a forewarning I guess, I'm still in high school, so I was able to write a lot during my break, but school will be starting back up in like a week, so updates will probably be a little less frequent.
Thanks for reading and Happy New Year again.