Bechloe: BELONG

Chapter 14: People Always Leave

Chloe wasn't sure how long she'd been crying on her bed. She just knew she had a headache, from the crying… the hangover…. The pain and ache in her heart.

The sun had risen, she could tell that much from the light that seeped through her blinds.

She was happy that Aubrey hadn't bothered her much.

Yes, Aubrey had been concerned when she saw Chloe rush back to the table, grab her purse and jacket, and storm outside to hail a cab. She had seen Chloe's red-rimmed eyes and the hurt in her expression.

"Chloe – what's going on? Are you okay?" Aubrey said breathless chasing down the street after Chloe.

"She came to Atlanta, Bree!" Chloe said whipping around to face Aubrey, fresh tears making their way down her face.

"Who? Beca?" Aubrey asked confused.

"Yes. Fucking Beca Mitchell," Chloe huffed extending her arm to hail a cab.

"When?" Aubrey questioned scratching her head. If Beca had gone to Atlanta, she certainly would've known about it.

"Three years ago, when I texted her about my mom…. Jesse knew about it," Chloe choked out, still visibly upset.

"He-he what!" Aubrey asked back as Chloe opened to the door to the cab that pulled up. "Let me just get my jacket and I will come with you," Aubrey added catching Chloe's arm before she could leave.

No – I really just want to be alone right now…" Chloe said wiping her eyes and jumping in the cab. Chloe could see the questioning look in Aubrey's eyes, she knew the blonde would have a hard time not following behind, "I will be fine Aubrey, just please let me go." Chloe sniffed and shut the door telling the cab where to go.

"I'm going to fucking kill Jesse…." Aubrey mumbled as she watched the cab drive off and stormed back in the bar.

The house was quiet and Chloe hadn't heard Jesse and Aubrey arguing for a few hours. She hadn't slept, going over all the possible scenarios in her mind.

What if she had known Beca had come to see her? What if Beca had actually approached her and her mother? What if… What if… What if….?

None of these questions changed the present situation they were currently in though. No matter how many tears she shed.

She was so angry and hurt with Beca, but she couldn't help but wish the brunette would come bounding through the door, begging for forgiveness for all the lost years. But she knew Beca better than that…

No matter what she had tried, nothing had eased the ache in her heart that the tiny brunette had completely filled so long ago.

Nothing had even come close.

Once her mother had passed, she had tried filling the void even more. Her mom was her best friend, and Beca was the love of her life and she had lost both. Chloe couldn't help but feel like something was wrong with her…

So, in order to prove there wasn't, she had a lot, a lot, of meaningless sex with anyone willing. She would have to be drunk in order to go through with it and it always made her feel dirty and useless afterwards. Chloe never stayed for second dates, with the exception of Brad who had come and gone for the past few months. She always ended up crying in her mother's empty house alone since her brother had gone back to Medical school. That was until she had moved to L.A. after Aubrey's relentless requests.