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Bea stared down at her phone, her sisters "Why?" threatening her. Why did she and Blaine date when he was so obviously gay? She knows they know what their father will do to make the perfect couple but that didn't explain the actual relationship she and Blaine had. The parts that made it feel serious and real even though they had no real say in the matter. Maybe she did love him and that has her responding before she can even stop herself, phone smashing to the concrete floor as tears welled up in her eyes.

Arin had been walking by the door to the stairs that led down into the basement when she heard what definitely sounded like something breaking. Normally, she wouldn't have thought anything of it, but with the way Bea had been, she wasn't really sure she could let it go. Ever since Bea had come into the house she'd been weird, distant, and bitchy. Granted, Arin didn't know her all that well, but even the encounters they'd had, had been really not-good, for either of them. There was something that was bugging Arin about it and without a second thought, she opened the door and headed down to the second door. She knocked once and then tried the door, finding it unlocked, she entered, closing it and locking it behind her. She caught sight of Bea's phone on the ground and raised an eyebrow. "Care to tell me why there's a shattered phone on the ground?"

Bea just stares at Arin wide eyed, before looking down to the phone. "I threw it." And she's quick to kneel down to try and gather bigger pieces of the shattered screen.

"Obviously. And why?" Arin really wasn't sure what had brought it on, but she wanted to know. The younger woman's energy was really effecting people, she'd seen it with Quinn, she'd seen it with Frannie, and there had definitely been issues with Sugar and even Blaine on game night. It was getting to a point where it needed explaining.

Bea doesn't look up at Arin, she just stares at the ground and her hands that held remnants of her phone. "I didn't want to answer it."

"Answer what?" Arin really didn't know what to do with the way Bea was reacting. With most people she'd approach, but things weren't feeling right to her.

"I didn't want to answer a message. Why does it matter. I need to clean it up."

"Because you've been off since the day you fucking got here. And this is just one more thing in a long list of things that makes me wonder if Frannie was right to let you live here." Arin crossed her arms over her chest. She hated to admit it, but as much good as Liv had been doing for Frannie, having to worry about Bea and Quinn to worry about was only going to make things go backwards for Frannie.

"If Frannie wants me to leave she can just say so!" She can't help but clench her hands. "I didn't even want to come here. I never should have."

Arin scoffed. "You think Frannie would fucking turn you away? That woman cares more about you and Quinn than she does herself. And if you don't want to fucking be here, then don't be here. You're an adult. You can make your own choices. If you don't want to be here, you don't have to be. But stop taking it out on everyone else."

"No. She'd have you do it for her." Bea stands up, she doesn't mean it but it won't hurt if she doesn't admit she enjoyed her time so far. Even if it didn't seem like it. "It was Daddy's idea I come. He thought I'd find something out." She had no intentions of ever seeking out information but the chance to leave him was a chance she couldn't say no to.

Arin rolled her eyes. It was the biggest lie on the planet. As much as Frannie loved her, Arin knew, at the end of the day, she'd be the one to leave, not Beatrice. However, it was Beatrice said next that had Arin's jaw clenching. "You're playing spy for that fucking bastard? Really? You'd betray your sister's trust like that? How fucking pathetic are you?"

"I didn't. I never was going to. I just thought I could keep saying there was nothing to say and he'd give up."

Arin scoffed. "You think that bastard would give up? Really? How fucking dumb are you?" She shook her head. "And what are you going to do when he doesn't give up? When he decides that you're lying to him? Because it'll happen. I've seen it. I do business with that bastard on the regular."

"Stop calling him that!" Bea is pacing, furiously in circles. "I don't know, okay? I don't know. I just needed to get out and harvard would keep him happy."

"No, I won't. Because that's what he is." Arin raised an eyebrow as Beatrice paced. "Why the fuck do you need to keep him happy? You're an adult."

“Frannie and Quinn left him. I’m all he has left.” She can feel herself panicking but just continues to walk in circles. “It doesn’t matter. If Frannie wants me to leave I’ll go. I’ll figure something out.”

"Do you know why your sisters left? Do you? Have you ever asked?" Arin growled. Frannie and Quinn were, in a lot of ways, her world. The Fabrays were the closest things she's ever had to siblings and she wasn't going to leave them undefended. "You know nothing about your older sisters, do you? Frannie would kick me out long before she even thought about telling you to leave, no matter how uncomfortable you were to make her."

"I don't need to know. I don't want to know." She's heard things. She knows he wasn't hurting them the way he's hurting her because Bea knows Frannie wouldn't have left her to endure that. "I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"Well you fucking should. Because believe me, if you knew the kind of shit he did, you wouldn't be so inclined to be his little fucking pet." Arin all but spat, her own anger rising. Arin knew their stories like the back of her hand. Knew things about them that no one else knew. "Yeah, well being a little bitch all the fucking time? She might not say it, but you are."

Bea stops in place. "You think I want to be?" She releases the pieces of her phone from her hands unsure on what to do next. This conversation is already putting her at risk of saying too much and she feels herself shutting down at the thought. It's clear she's not okay but pretending it is nothing had stopped working long before now. "I was being selfish but I can't stop."(edited)

"You're a fucking adult, Beatrice. You can easily cut that bastard off. But you don't want to. So you take it out on everyone else. You make living with you like walking on fucking eggshells. And personally, I'm fucking tired of it. I have seen both your sisters in the deepest parts of their fucking trauma and never have I felt like I have to worry about getting my head taken off the way I have with you." Arin rolled her neck a little.

When she'd left to dance is when she learned just how messed up she really was. It had been easy to hide because she made it hard for the others to get close to her the same way she was doing now. Except these people actually care. They aren't going to push her down stairs, or use what their father had done as a way to get ahead. But she can't say it. The thought of it has her sick to her stomach. "I didn't think it would be like this. I thought they'd be like me. I shouldn't have thought this would work."(edited)

"What do you mean, you thought they'd be like you?" Arin narrowed her eyes at Beatrice. Whatever the younger woman was thinking was fucked up, and honestly Arin was growing sicker of it by the minute.

"Forget it, okay? I just need to sit down." And she does, sitting in the corner, holding her knees to her chest. "I thought no one would care, okay? And no one really does. Frannie does because she's too nice not to but that hardly counts because she has you to make it clear how the whole world is feeling. I should have thought about Blaine."

Arin scoffed. "It's incredibly hard to care about someone who treats you like shit. Frannie does it because you're family. And I have fucking tried to care. But all you've done is acted like a little bitch. Start shit just to fuck off." Arin breathed out through her nose. "What does you being a little bitch have to do with Blaine? What's your fucking thing with him?"

"Blaine didn't expect to see me. The last time I saw him I slapped him and we haven't spoken sinse. That's the issue. Okay?" And really that's only half of it. "I didn't come here trying to start anything but it's not going to stop."

"So that explains one night. And only one night." She glared at Beatrice. "So you're just not going to deal with whatever shit has you being a bitch? You're just going to put Frannie through that? Having to deal with you being a bitch and caring about no one but yourself despite the fact that she is letting you live in her home, rent free? Despite the fact she's being beyond kind to you?" Arin scoffed. "Selfish fucking  bitch, you are. Frannie deserves better than you as a sister, if that's the kind of shit you're willing to put her through."

It's not really what she wants, but she doesn't know what to do. "There is no excuse, okay? I'm just a bitch." She's just staring at the wall in front of her, fingers tapping on top of her knees. "I thought I'd be able to live the way I had when I left home but everything here just reminds me what I was trying to get away from. What I can't use anymore. Can you just go already?"

"No, because I want fucking answers. I want to know why you think you can be such a little bitch to the very people who are trying to support you. Because Frannie deserves those answers and since she's too nice, and too afraid of becoming someone she isn't to get them, that leaves me. I refuse to have you live here and be a bitch without explanation. Especially if you want some sort of fucking dynamic with me. Because I refuse to be in a dynamic with someone who refuses to be an adult even part of the time."

"I never asked for support. I never even needed help until I got here." Bea begins rocking a bit trying to calm herself down. "Forget it. I don't want anything. Not with you. Not with anyone. I'll figure something out so I don't need to be here upsetting everyone." The only place she really has to go is home though and she begins holding her knees tighter.

"All I'm hearing is that because you refuse to be an adult you're making everyone else fucking miserable. Because you refuse to take responsibility for yourself and your actions, because you chose to come here. You asked Frannie for a place to stay. And now you're punishing all of us because you don't want to be here, despite being the one to make those choices. Frannie doesn't want you to leave, gods, I don't necessarily want you to leave. What I want, is for you to grow the hell up and accept responsibility for your shit. Whatever you've been through, whatever has you like this, you can fucking  get help for it. Fuck knows everyone else has."

"That's it. I refuse to be an adult because I don't need help for something that didn't happen." Bea closes her eyes, humming to herself quietly in hopes of calming herself down. She feels ready to explode and she doesn't know how to handle that.

"Bull fucking shit, Beatrice!" Arin shouted, she didn't mean to, but she did. "I know damn fucking well the way that bastard treated you girls. I don't know what he did to you, but I know what he did to your sisters. I know the kind of pain and trauma he caused. I have nursed both of them back to reality so many times. You cannot tell me you don't have shit you need to deal with. Because it's clear as fucking day you are fucked up."

“Please leave. Please.” She’s pleading, rocking in her spot. “I just want to see Blaine and not want to throw up. I want to be able to sit here and not feel like I’m going to explode any second. But I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

"Then get fucking help! For fucks sake it's actually that easy! Do what the rest of us have had to do, and go to fucking therapy!"

“I’d rather pretend it’s not real then get him in trouble or tell someone else’s secret.”

Arin groaned pinching the bridge of her nose. "Stay the fuck away from me then. Because I can't deal with someone who refuses to get the help they need to stop treating other people like shit. And if you so much as upset Frannie, in anyway, because you refuse to get help, I will find a way to get rid of you. Because I refuse to watch my best friend backslide after she worked for YEARS to get to where she is now. I refuse to watch her suffer at the hands of a little bitch like you." Arin turned and made her way to the door.