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Chapter 1
Hey Jude

"Alright Bellas, from the top!"

"Really, Aubrey?" Beca suddenly spat from her corner, panting slightly from the rather aggressive execution of their performance.

"Finals are-"

"A week away. We know 'Bree." Chloe interrupts, also feeling rather beat and ready to leave for the day.

"We need to be perfect. Does nobody understand that?" The blonde was exasperated by the response from the group and was just about ready to tear all their heads off.

"We understand-" Chloe began only to be cut short by Fat Amy.
"We just don't care." The Australian said, plopping herself in her chair and rummaging through the bags strewn around her. She was on the hunt for a water bottle since everyone had chugged the existing ones on the floor. She pulled a bag towards her with her toes and looked inside to find a buzzing phone.

"Beca, someone called Step-Monster is calling." Amy paid no mind to the called ID, seeing as she herself had a rather extraordinary list of names on her phone ranging from 'My Ass' to 'YourAFag' mind the way she avoided proper grammar when coming to the word you're.

Beca at this time lunged at the phone, ignoring all curious looks as she pressed the answer button and walked towards the far end of the gym. Amy once again began to rummage through the other girls bags, grasping everyone's attention when she asked Stacie why there was a vibrator tucked into the side pocket of her purse.

"Shelia." Beca said upon pressing the phone to her ear.

"Beca, Jude just woke up from his nap and hasn't stopped crying. He says he wanted to talk to you." The woman said over the phone, causing concern to wash over the brunette.

"Put him on." She said a little quieter so then the other girls wouldn't hear if they decided to eaves drop.

"Mommy?" A wet voice came over the speaker. The boy was in heavy sobs and needed more than her words. He needed a hug as well.

"Hey bud. Why so glum, baby?" She questions, sitting on the edge of a bleacher and resting her chin on her hand.

"I miss you." He croaks, sniffling heavy on his end.

"I miss you more, bub." Beca replies, losing herself in the conversation with her son.

"When are you coming home?" This hits her right where it hurts. Beca's father refused to allow her to take Jude to California so she could become a DJ and attempt to produce music. He said something about ruining her sons life, making a huge argument grow between the two about his disappearance when she was a mere 7 years old. However, that didn't stop Dr. Francis Mitchell from enrolling her in classes, getting her a dorm, and arranging for Jude to stay with him and Shelia while she attended Barden University. While Beca saw Jude every weekend, it still caused her great anger towards her father from keeping a mother and child apart, especially since Jude clung to her so greatly it started to create an early separation anxiety (much like she had the first year after her father left).

"Jude can you go look at the calendar?" She asks, hearing him huff a little as he did as she asked. "Today is the 17th of April, can you find seventeen on the calendar for me?"

"Yeah." He agreed looking over the numbers until he found the requested digits.

"What day is that under?" Beca wasn't a fan of her step mom but she did appreciate the work Shelia put towards her son. While Jude was almost four years old (He'll be turning four this May) Shelia had taken it upon herself to help teach him the basics like telling time, the days of the week, and reading a calendar since his pre-school didn't cover it.

"It's a Thursday." He said back, his tears subsiding with the distraction of his mother.

"That's right, bud. I get to come home on Friday after dinner."

"You coming tomorrow?" His sudden joy filled the speaker and Beca gave a small laugh.

"Yes, baby. One more sleep and I'll get to stay home with you all weekend. Wouldn't that be exciting?" She said, peering to the group and seeing that they were all still distracted (thankfully).

"Yeah." He replied with his child-like speech.

"Does that make you feel better?" Beca asked, twirling a strand of her own hair, much like she does with Jude's light brown curls.

"A little bit."

"Well, if you miss me more today just pull up your ipod and listen to 'Hey Jude' a few times." She suggests.

Beca named Jude after this song as a message for the way he was conceived. Being almost sixteen, Beca was taken advantage of by a boy in her class (a senior to be exact) who pretended to have an interest in her music. After learning she was pregnant, Beca gave up on music and her life. She wanted to die. That is until Jude was born. He was a sick, tiny baby, born from the mental illness of his mother causing her to go into early labor. She'd refuse to look at the baby when he was born; soon he was whisked away to be taken care of. While Beca laid in her bed, thinking of ways to kill herself she had a sudden desire to see what she brought into this world. So without permission, the teen wheeled herself to the NICU, requested the on shift nurse to allow her to see her son and sat beside the incubator of her 2 and half month early baby (she was just about seven months when she went into labor). Her hand slid through one of the holes and she gave a soft sigh, thinking about her sadness before her heart took over and she began to sing for the first time in what felt like forever. The song she sang, was 'Hey Jude'.

"I like it better when you sing it for me." The child whispered.

"Hey Jude," Beca began to sing quietly, looking to the Bellas the whole time

"don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.

Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better."

"Thank you, mommy." Jude said, his sleepy voice causing Beca to giggle. Of course this song would make him feel tired, it always did.

"Anytime, my love. Be good today. I love you." She said, noticing the way Aubrey screamed for the group to shut up.

"I love you too." He said back, not hanging up just yet. Beca held the phone to her ear a while longer, listening to his soft breathing. This brought a smile to her face. His whole existence brought a smile to her face. Beca thought of his smile once more before pressing the off button and heading for the group again.

"Well Shorty, thanks for hanging up on that Step-Monster of yours." Fat Amy said once she returned to the group. She seemed airy unlike before and Chloe took notice.

"Was someone talking to her step-mom or a boy?" The red-head asks, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend. Beca shrugged and tossed her phone back in her bag before turning to Aubrey.

"You were saying?" She asks, causing the blonde to become flustered with annoyance.

"I'm done dealing with your lazy asses. You all can go now." She dismissed the group with a wave of her hand.

"How kind of you." Stacie says with fake love before dashing out of the building. 'Probably to use that vibrator' as Amy put it before everyone else scurried out.

"So who really called you?" Chloe asked Beca seeing as Aubrey, the brunette, and herself were the last ones around.

"Just my stepmom." Beca said, scooping her bag up and giving a dismissive wave, similar to Aubrey's.

"Don't you hate her?" Aubrey asks, making Beca raise an eyebrow of suspicion.

"I have no clue how you know that but… yeah." The girl responded, racking her mind on how Aubrey Posen would know about Shelia.

"For starters her caller ID is Step-Monster. It isn't hard to put two and two together." The blonde said, Beca nodded at this.

"'Bree's right. If you hate her, why the long convo?" Chloe asks, rolling her feet from side to side.

Beca gave a shrug before saying, "She just needed to know something about my dad's schedule."

This got Aubrey off her back, but Chloe was harder to shake, seeing as she told a little bit more about this stuff to the red-head. To Chloe's knowledge: Beca's dad left when she was seven, married Shelia a month after, didn't give a dogs shit about his kid until his ex-wife died in a car accident fours years later rendering an 11 year old Beca depressed and bed written due to internal injuries that took over a year to heal entirely.

What Chloe didn't know was what happened four years after Beca lived with her dad and Shelia. She didn't know Beca had a kid living ten minutes from the university.

"Well, I'm exhausted." Chloe exasperated, throwing herself up to her feet and puffing air upward to blow some of her hair from her eyes. "Who wants coffee?" Beca and Aubrey both nodded, following their friend out of the gym and towards the university courtyard.

While Beca and Aubrey were far from friends, they were still civil with one another and they both loved Chloe enough to act respectful outside of practice.

"Well if my eyes don't deceive me. It's Beca fucking Mitchell." The three looked to their left where a male sat at a bench, dressed in his lacrosse team sweatshirt. The same sweatshirt from four years ago. The one that was used to muffled Beca's cries as the high school senior raped her.

New Fanfic. Any input on how it is so far? This is going to be a Bechloe fanfic, so expect more to blossom between the two.

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