It Never Is Simple

Chapter Two

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So Chloe has not made her appearance in the story yet but she will eventually, right now i am kind of just explaining why Beca never lets people in. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Two

I dreamed about Ashley last night. How I missed the times we spent together. She made me feel like i was enough. I remember how she always looked at me in the eyes when we shared our deepest secrets. I remember how I always grin when I receive her messages. I remember how happy I was.

It was a bright sunny day, Beca usually should feel slightly happier on these occasions. But the dream she had last night haunted her. She dreamed about the day Ashley left her, how she looked at Beca in disgust, how she spat out all the hurtful words, how she just left and never came back. Beca hasn't had this dream for a long time.

Flashback

It has been three weeks since Beca's mother passed away, she has never left the room after the funeral. Laying on her bed was all she did, and today was no exception.

She can hardly see anything since the room is pitch black, only with faint sunlight coming through the curtains. Beca chose to close the curtains, because she doesn't want to see the sunlight.

Light reminds Beca of the real world, the world where everything is fucked up, where she is all alone, where she can never see her mother again. God how she misses her mom.

She wishes her dad was here with her though, since they are a family, and thats what families do, they keep each other sane, no matter how difficult life gets.

But her dad isn't here, he has been working crazily late after the death of his wife. He can never face the reality, nor can he have the courage to be with his daughter.

They both are hurting. Like father like daughter, they all went for the same approach, which is shutting everyone out, and create a own world where they can focus on something else.

A faint knock comes from the door, Beca furrows her eyebrows. No-one is home right now, who can that be? But she doesn't care anyways, even if it was a serial killer, getting killed means meeting her mom in heaven. "come in" she said without removing her eyes from the dark ceiling.

"Beca I can't do this anymore" a familiar voice said. Beca turned her head to face the source of that voice, she squinted her eyes at the person standing at her door. It took her a while to adjust with the lights. She then realised it was Ashley.

"Ash... what do you mean?.. what did I do?" Beca looked at her best friend in confusion, she has been in her room for weeks and she was sure she did nothing wrong.

"You, that is the problem. This is not the girl I wanted to be friends with in the first place. You have been staying in your room for over two weeks now and you never bothered to just call me. Beca, I miss us." Ashley spoke in anger, her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Beca looked at her friend with astonishment, she cannot believe what she just heard.

"Dude, my mom died, what do you except me to do? To call you and hangout like nothing is wrong?" Beca was already on the verge of tears, she could feel her sight getting blurry.

"This" Beca said while pointing to her own heart "Fucking hurts" Tears are already streaming down Beca's face. She turned her head to face another direction, not wanting Ashley to see her crying. She cannot let people see this side of her, Beca Mitchell is not that weak.