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“To make the payment with Discover, Mastercard or Visa credit or cheque card, press three.”
The automatic robot tone rings out loudly in the empty living room as Beca sits alone in the dark, holding her phone in her hand. It’s almost 2 AM. She knows she should be sleeping right now but the thought of leaving tomorrow for her next leg of tour keeps her up at night.
Pressing the button on the touch screen, the phone beeps.
“The current balance due is $1,685,” Beca inhales sharply and leans back against the couch in defeat. She knew it was bad but she wasn’t expecting it to be that bad. An already opened bottle of wine sits on the coffee table in front of her and Beca reaches forward to take a swing straight from it.
“To pay the current balance due, press one. To pay a different amount, press two,” Biting her lip, Beca select to pay a different amount and waits for the instructions. “To authorize and continue, press one. All right. Hold on while I process your payment.”
Lily Was Here by Candy Dulfer starts playing obnoxiously in an altered key making the singer cringe. Fortunately, she doesn’t have to wait long. “We’re all set.”
The line goes dead and the brunette drops the phone onto the table and looks outside the window. The moon shines brightly through the curtains, offering a little peace of mind that she desperately needs.
Soft footsteps reach her ears and Beca doesn’t have to look behind her to know Chloe is up. The redhead walks to her silently before she sits down beside the girl and leans her head on her shoulder.
“You left me all alone in bed,” She whispers softly, fingers reaching out to play with Beca’s ring on her thumb.
“I know, I’m sorry,” She drops a kiss to the top of her head and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her in more, “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Are you okay?”
Beca shrugs, “Yeah, I just...you know, I’m just nervous for tomorrow,” She pauses to try and enjoy the feeling of Chloe being so close to her after not having this type of luxury for months at a time. Beca loves her job almost more than anything but being away from her loved ones (especially from the girl in her arms) is getting more and more difficult.
“Mom called earlier today.”
Chloe slowly lifts her head and looks at the brunette, “What did she want?”
Beca sighs and lets out a laugh that’s bordering on the edge of sarcastic, “She kind of hinted that she has some bills piling up that she doesn’t have the money to pay for. She didn’t outright said it, but, I got the picture,” She motions to her phone, “I thought I’d take care of it before...everything.”
Ocean blues soften. Chloe knows Beca’s relationship with her mother had been rocky ever since her father left them and her mom remarried. But their issues only got worse when her mom started using alcohol and drugs as a way of coping, her step-father gladly joining her.
It wasn’t the first time Beca had to step in to help her mother out of trouble.
“How much this time?”
“Almost $1700,” Chloe winces, “Maybe if she didn’t bail out Gary two weeks ago, she’d have enough to pay for herself but I guess, he’s more important.”
The resentment is clear in Beca’s tone but Chloe can hear the sadness lurking just below the surface. She can’t imagine how heartbreaking it must be to have the world at your feet with people shouting out their love for you but the one person who you truly want to be there, doesn’t give a damn.
Not quite knowing what to say, Chloe cups her cheek and kisses her lightly, “I’m sorry, honey.”
“It’s... well it’s not okay but she doesn’t want my help. Only my money,” Beca melts into the touch, allowing herself a second to breathe. She hates the thought of her mother being vulnerable and stuck in a shitty situation and tried to pull her out numerous times but she lashed out every time.
There’s only so much Beca can do.
“You should go back to bed. I’m just gonna call her quick to let her know and I’ll be right up.”
Chloe smiles gently and curls further into her arms, “I’m okay here if you don’t mind company. We should take advantage of the peace and quiet before all hell broke loose,” She laughs, “I want to keep you all to myself.”
Beca closes her eyes for a second as her hands move up and down Chloe’s back, drawing aimless figures, “I would love nothing more, baby.”
Because of the timezone, Beca doesn’t hesitate to dial the familiar number as they fall silent to listen to the rings on speaker.
“Make your bets now. Wasted or high?”
Chloe only holds her tighter in response.
Her mother chirping voice sounds on the other side and Beca pulls her phone closer to her lips. “Hi, mom.”
“Oh hi Beca. How are you, darling?”
The brunette sighs quietly when her mom slurs her words together. Definitely drunk.
“I um, I just payed that WPS bill that you told me about.”
“Oh, did you really?” The genuine surprise in her tone makes Beca clings her phone tighter. Chloe instantly feels her body growing rigid and starts to leave open-mouth kisses on her warm skin to keep her grounded.
“Yeah, I payed a little over instead of the actual amount so you should be fine for a while.”
“Thank you, baby, really. We’re just struggling here and I hate even asking you ‘cause I feel like such a failure.”
Beca hates the way her heart still clenches at the words, even after all the time her mom screwed her over. But she’s still her mom and all Beca wants to do is make her happy.
“No, it’s okay,” She assures her quickly and looks down at Chloe with a small smile, “Do you still need a car? You know, after the accident.”
The accident being Greg getting drunk and wrapping the car around a traffic pole. Fortunately, nobody was hurt but he got arrested and put on probation.
“I do. The mechanic said it’s totaled so we’re trying to figure out how to buy a new one but there are no good sales at the moment,” Her mom explains, “I really need one to like, get to work and Greg needs it run errands.”
Beca grinds her teeth, knowing the word errands means buying drugs nowadays.
“Alright.”
She can tell her mom is hoping she would jump on the chance of buying her one without really asking but Beca refuses to do it. When the silence stretches on for too long, her mom sighs loudly.
“Well, thank you again for helping your poor mother out,” she says, “I promise to repay you as soon as I can.”
It’s all empty promises. “Yeah. Okay, mom.”
“Alright, well, it was nice to hear your voice. Goodnight, Beca.”
“Bye, mom.”
She longs to throw the phone across the room but Chloe is there before she gets swept away in her emotions.
“Come to bed,” She whispers gently, slowly pulling away and grabbing her hand, “Let me hold you for a while.”
Beca lets her guide her upstairs and into their bedroom and when she finally closes her eyes well into the night, she hopes tomorrow will be different.
A/N: still not 100% happy with this but it’s something.
//
“This is a bad idea.”
Beca murmurs under her breath anxiously as she paces back and forth in the kitchen, her lips caught between her teeth and her fingers keeps flexing out of nervousness. Her dad puffs out an unimpressed grunt beside her as he focuses on cutting up the vegetables for today’s dinner.
To which Chloe is invited.
Her girlfriend of four months Chloe Beale to an evening dinner with her father.
Beca looks down at her wrist watch and thinks that maybe it is not too late to kill herself.
“Honey, don’t be ridiculous. Everything is gonna be fine.” Her dad tries to assure her but the words slips in and out of her ears in a matter of seconds. “You do know I have met Chloe before, right?”
Beca rolls her eyes and stops her pacing. It is not her father’s opinion of Chloe that makes Beca want to crawl out of her skin, but rather the thought of letting Chloe see firsthand the meaning of a dysfunctional family. Her ever cheerful and optimistic girlfriend getting a glimpse of the side of herself that she doesn’t like showing that only comes out when she spends time with her father.
“This is different!” She cries out and points an accusatory finger at his chest, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. Which is not a lot. “I swear, if you even mention a baby picture...I’m never talking to you again.”
She doesn’t really think about her words until her father sends her a smile a little too sad and his eyes lose its brightness for a moment.
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Great, now she feels like an asshole.
Her mind instantly feels with memories of her childhood where not talking to her father was her greatest hobby, enjoying him being the one who gets hurt whenever she ignored him instead of the other way around.
She doesn’t like thinking about those moments because while they are on semi-good terms now, it still makes her feel like she’s fourteen again, being locked away in her bedroom so her mom doesn’t see her cry.
She opens her mouth to apologize but the doorbell ringing cuts her off.
“That must be her.” She announces awkwardly and lingers for a second before her dad quirks an eyebrow at her and she wills her feet to start moving.
She finds Chloe standing on the porch with a beaming smile on her face as she opens the door, clad in a beautiful blue dress that brings out her eyes like crazy. Her red flaming hair falling gently on her shoulders in curls and she’s holding two bouquet of flowers in her hands.
“Hey, you.” She breaths out gently as she’s unknowingly moves toward Chloe rocking up on her toes to press her lips against hers for a chaste kiss.
“Hm.” Chloe sighs against her as Beca pulls away, her smile turning into something softer that still makes Beca feel butterflies.
“This is for you.” Chloe says, holding out the smaller bouquet of flowers filled with white lilies and Beca takes them with a pout that she would rather not comment on.
“We could like totally slip away before he notices.” She rushes out the words and feels lighter when Chloe laughs freely and grabs her free hand to lace their fingers together.
A rather pointed cough behind her has Beca roll her eyes and Chloe giggle.
“Busted.” She says lowly before lifting her gaze to her dad who’s standing in the doorway, a playful smile on his face. “Hello Dr. Mitchell, it’s nice to see you again.”
“I think we are way past that, Chloe. Please call me Warren.” Beca narrows her eyes at the pleasantries suspiciously. “Come on in.”
-
Beca doesn’t really know how Chloe does that. How she can just sit beside her at the table, oddly confident as she’s making her dad laugh like he’s heard the funniest thing in the world. She doesn’t look nervous or uncomfortable, unlike Beca who felt like she might start shitting bricks when she met Chloe’s mom a couple of weeks prior and she asked where she was from.
Not her finest hours.
But Chloe just breezes through the inevitable questions like a pro, basically charming her dad off his seat.
“ - my back was turned for one second and I heard a scream and suddenly all the Bellas are spread out on the ground.” Chloe tells the embarrassing story enthusiastically and relishes in the way it makes Warren laugh while Beca squirms in her seat.
“In my defense, those heels were too high and Amy pushed me.” Beca interrupts the giggling fest with a growl. “I only grabbed her for balance. I didn’t know she was going to bring everybody down.”
Chloe gives her a teasing smile as she reaches for her glass and gives her attention back to her Dad.
One of the flowers sits on the kitchen counter in a clear vase, the beautiful lilac bringing color to the otherwise grey and cold kitchen, filling it with light and happiness that it didn’t see in years. Beca thinks it sounds familiar.
“Oh, before I forgot.” Warren dabs at the corner of his mouth and lowers his cutlery. “Shelia sends her apologies but she’s unfortunately stuck at a conference out of town.” His sincere eyes turning to Chloe who waves off the apology.
“I completely understand but I’d like to meet her sometimes.”
“Next time, definitely.” Her Dad replies instantly and Beca quirks an eyebrow, stabbing her salad with the fork.
“And I’m sure she’s gonna love the flowers as well.” Warren looks at the lilac before laughing. “I’ll certainly try my best to keep them alive until she comes home. I’m not the best at taking care of things.”
Beca barely manages to keep the scuff inside her throat at the remark but warm fingers cover their own under the table, keeping her grounded.
“I’m sure you’ll do great.” Chloe smiles politely. “They just need a little water every now and then.”
The conversation dulls for a moment while they continue to eat and Beca just want this to be over. Yes, it is going well, more so than she thought but the chance of the other shoe dropping is rising quickly and she wants nothing more than to be back at her home, in Chloe’s bed just laying the day away.
“So, Chloe,” Warren looks up with a teasing smile playing on his lips and Beca doesn’t like where this is heading. “Tell me what my daughter has been up to for the last couple of months. She keeps running away when I ask.”
To an outsider, he appears to be joking but Beca hears the underlining seriousness of it, the truth that she has been pulling away slightly and avoiding picking up her phone when her dad’s name is seen on her screen.
She feels Chloe’s eyes burning into the side of her head but she keeps her gaze on her father, silently communicating that he needs to drop the subject.
“Not even with the Bellas?” Warren smirks, an action identical with his daughter.
“We are doing amazing.” Chloe chimes in helpfully with a beaming smile that only talking about the Bellas could bring out of her. And of course, Beca.
“Someone would say aca-awesome.” She says cheekily, slightly leaning sideways to bump Beca’s shoulder with her own and the brunette can’t help mirror her smile even if she rolls her eyes.
“If by aca-awesome, you mean pain in my ass than yeah.” Beca says sarcastically and leans back in her chair, her hand squeezing Chloe’s gently to show she is joking even though Chloe already knows that.
The redhead smiles warmly. “Yeah, it’s been a little hectic with the championship and finals coming up, for Beca even more with the internship. I think everybody is starting to feel the pressure more and more. It’s not easy keeping the girls in line.”
“What internship?”
Beca whips her head up from staring at her plate at her dad’s confused question and her mouth falls open slightly. Crap.
“Um yeah, I got an internship at a recording studio.”
She can tell her dad’s trying to keep the smile on his face for Chloe’s sake and she’s grateful but his voice is strained when he congratulates her and Beca feels an emotion very close to guilt stab at her heart.
Warren nods and widens his smile like nothing’s wrong. “I bet it is a lot of work. I heard this one rehearsing in her room all day yesterday.”
His eyes focus on Beca and the brunette squints her eyes back at him while Chloe chuckles and everything goes back to normal. Well, not for long.
“So to what date do I need to buy my ticket for New York? I wouldn’t wanna miss seeing you guys perform for the last time.”
Beca bits her bottom lip when Chloe suddenly frowns her eyebrows together in confusion and shakes her head.
“Um,” Chloe looks back and forth between them.
Between the rehearsals, the internship and the plain simple stress Beca didn’t have time to tell him about Copenhagen. Of course, the news informed him about the muff-gate incident but Beca realizes guiltily that she didn’t filled him in about anything else. Maybe she has been shutting him out more than she thought.
“Dad, the World Championship is in Copenhagen this year. We all fly out right after graduation.” Beca murmurs, avoiding eye contact even though she feels two pair of disappointed eyes staring at her.
“Right. Well, it’s too late for that now.” Warren says quietly and Beca winces when his fork clacks loudly against his plate as he puts them down and pushes out his chair. He flashes them both a small smile. “I don’t know about you girls but I think I need to lay down after all this food.” He pets his stomach playfully before turning to Chloe. “Chloe, thank you for joining us. I hope we can do it again soon.”
Chloe forces on a polite smile and nods enthusiastically despite the awkwardness. “Thank you for the dinner, Warren. I’m looking forward to it.”
The dining room is silent as he leaves without another word and Beca wants to bang her head against the table. This is the other shoe she was waiting to be dropped. She just didn’t know it was going to be her.
She snaps her head up when Chloe’s hand slips out from her grasp and the redhead turns to her with a serious expression, eyes boring into Beca’s.
“Becs...” Chloe gentle tone makes Beca sigh and she doesn’t need to say anything else.
“I know.” She murmurs and stands up, kissing the back of Chloe’s hand gently. “Wait for me in my room?”
Beca puffs out a laugh when Chloe wiggles her eyebrows teasingly and walks towards the door before looking over her shoulder. “And no going through my stuff, Beale!”
“You are no fun!”
Beca rolls her eyes as she goes up the stairs to apologize to her father.
And several hours later, when Chloe catches her trying to find a last minute plane ticket to Copenhagen, she presses a smile into her skin before kisses her cheek and settles into her side.
