A/N Hey Guys! So I'm posting the first chapter of my newest story to gadge a reaction. I'm not sure who well this story is going to be received and want to just put out a tester chapter. If this is a story you think you'd like to read please leave a review. This story is going to talk about a lot of mature and sometimes very upsetting situations. If you are easily triggered I would caution you to read this story. It will talk about things such as prostitution, underage sex, drug addiction and overdose, as well as suicide, and there will be a lot of swear words. This story isn't going to start out light hearted. There will be moments where it is but for the first few chapters that's not the case. Again please let me know if this is something people are interested in.

Thank you and I will now step off my soap box.

(Oh and this will be a bechloe end game type story)

Thanks for reading! -AchaBechloe47

Chapter 1: Life of Beca

Beca lay awake, staring at the ceiling of the unfamiliar room. She could hear the shallow breathing of the man who lay next to her. Flashbacks of what just happened ripped through her causing a shiver to run down her spine. She wanted so badly to leave, to run away from the mess that her life was but she couldn't. She couldn't leave her mom.

Suddenly the man laying next to her shifted in his sleep, startling Beca out of her thoughts. She prayed that he wouldn't wake up. She didn't know if she could handle him right now. To her luck, he didn't wake and went back to breathing softly.

At least this one doesn't snore. Beca thought to herself.

Beca knew that she needed to sleep, she had school in the morning (if she got to go) but sleeping just seemed impossible in moments like this. She didn't dare let her guard down enough to sleep around her mom's friends… Or in much more realistic but ugly words, the men her mom sold herself and Beca to…

It wasn't a pretty life. In fact there were many days Beca wishes she hadn't even been born at all. Her mother wasn't a bad person… at least she didn't use to be. But when dad left things changed. She had to make money somehow but chose to go down a less conventional road. That's what lead to the drugs, the sex, and eventually that's what lead to Beca being brought into this nightmare as well.

Beca wishes she could hate her mother. She wishes she could run and never look back. She wishes that it wasn't this way, but what the hell was she supposed to do? She just barely turned 17. She couldn't leave and go live with her dad. He had a new family now and lived in like Seattle or something like that….

So she would just have to suck it up. She didn't have any other choice.

Beca took in a deep breath and turned over to see what time it was on the digital clock across the room.

1:47am

It was going to be a long ass night.

Taking in another lung filling breath of air, Beca settled in and continued her staring contest with the ceiling, willing the night to go by quickly. And praying to whichever god existed (if any of them) that the man sleeping next to her would stay asleep the whole time.

The Next Day

Beca rushed into the bathroom of her and her moms two bedroom apartment. She quickly jumped into the shower. She had 15 minutes to get ready and get to school. She could do it. She's done it in like 5 minutes before.

Beca loved school. Not very many people knew that about her but she loved learning new things. She of course would never show it to her fellow classmates, or even her mom, but her teachers could tell. Beca Mitchell was a secret nerd.

She always gave off the "go fuck yourself" vibe to everyone. She didn't want or need friends. And putting up that front seemed to work perfectly.

Beca ran out of the shower and into her room. She quickly dressed and brushed out her hair. She looked at the clock and knew that she would be a few minutes late for first hour but it wouldn't be a big deal.

She ran down the stairs and was almost out the door when she heard her mom call from behind her.

"Beca, where are you going?" Janelle Mitchell asked.

Beca turned around to see her mom sitting at their kitchen table.

"School." Beca stated. "I gotta go or I'm going to be late."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll call you in today." Janelle explained. She reached for her cell phone and was about to call the school when Beca stopped her.

"No, mom I can't miss today. I have a test in calc and I won't be able to make it up." Beca explained. "It's fine, I'll just run."

Janelle seemed to be considering her options.

"Fine, but I have another friend coming this afternoon so you'll need to find a place to stay tonight." Janelle explained.

Thank god! I don't have a 'friend' tonight. Beca thought to herself.

"No problem." Beca agreed. "See you tomorrow."

"Love yo…" Janelle started to say before the door slammed closed.

Beca rushed to the bus stop. She was in luck because her bus had just pulled into the stop and she wouldn't have to walk the whole way.

Beca was about 10 minutes late to her English class but Mr. Swanson didn't make it a big deal. Beca really appreciated that.

Beca's day seemed to be going by rather normally. All her teachers were there, everyone left Beca alone, she got all her work done, and her test went well. She only had one more class left of the day. It was her creative writing class. She wasn't much of a writer. But it was that or PE and you bet your ass she was going to be in creative writing over torturing herself, just got enough torture at home, thank you very much.

She walked in and took her seat in the back of the class, where she normally sat. She pulled out her binder and started to doodle on the first clean piece of paper she found.

She hadn't bothered to look up to the front of the room, where their teacher was sitting. If she had, she would have noticed the red head who was sitting at the larger desk in the righthand corner of the room. She would have seen the unhuman like blue eyes that accompanied the hair. She would have known that things were suddenly going to take a weird turn in her life.

"Good afternoon class, my name is Ms. Beale, I'll be filling in for Mrs. Peterson for the rest of the year." Ms. Beale introduced herself.

Beca looked up and she felt as thought the wind had been kicked out of her. She was in trouble, big, big, trouble.

Chloe's POV

Chloe stood at the front of the classroom. She was almost finished with her first day as the sub for the creative writing and advanced writing classes at Barden High. She would be covering for Barbra Peterson, who was on maternity leave for the rest of the semester, which would end the year out. She was so excited to see how everything was going to turn out.

She sat at the desk and watched as her last class of the day filed in through the doors. She noticed one girl who walked in alone, kept her head down, and headed straight for a desk in the back. She didn't once look up to the front of the class or even attempted to interact with her classmates.

This intrigued Chloe for some reason. She wasn't sure why but she felt like this girl was holding a lot in.

The brunette teen seemed to be radiating "leave me alone" with all her might. And Chloe wanted to know why.

Suddenly the bell signaling the beginning of class rang and that was Chloe's clue to introduce herself.

"Good afternoon class, my name is Ms. Beale. I'll be filling in for Mrs. Peterson for the rest of the year." Chloe explained. "I graduated from Barden University with my degree in English and Creative Writing. I've writen a book of poems. I have a dog who is my whole world and I'm 24."

Chloe sat on the stool that stood in front of the class. "Now that you know a little about me I'd like to get to know you guys. So I'm going to start in the front row and I want you to tell me your name and three interesting things about yourself."

Chloe beamed and pointed to the first student.

"Hi, my name is Stacie Conrad. I'm the captain of the Field Hockey team, I love sex, and my boobs are my favorite thing about me." The tall brunette in the first desk explained. Chloe had a hard time not laughing at the response. So she just thanked the student and moved on.

It took about 15 minutes to get to the very last student. The one Chloe had noticed when she first walked in.

"Hi, I'm Beca. I'm not a very interesting person." She stated before taking her seat again.

This disappointed Chloe but she felt like pushing it wouldn't get her anywhere.

"I'm sure that's not true." Chloe responded.

"Nah, she's right, there's nothing interesting with Mitchell here." A boy spoke up and his classmates began to laugh. Chloe noticed Beca shrink a little into herself.

"That's enough, Mr. Allen." Chloe told the boy sternly. "I will not tolerate that kind of commentary in my class."

"But it's true. Even Mitchell said it herself." Bumper Allen said pointing at Beca in his defense.

"Mr. Allen I will not hesitate to send you down to the principles office. That goes for everyone. Do I make myself clear!?" Chloe asked, to which she got a few heads nodding and people put their heads down

She stood up from her stool and walked around to the small desk where a stack of papers were laying. "Anyway you'll all get a chance to talk more about yourselves in your next assignment."

Chloe passed the papers back as she explained the assignment.

"You will be writing about your personality. Get creative with it but also let your good and bad qualities shine through. Your main character can have a different name, and different life situations but your personalities should be similar. I want to get to know who you are by this assignment." Chloe explained. "On the paper that I just handed out it explains the criteria for this assignment. If you have any questions just let me know."

"When is this due?" One of the students asked.

"Next Monday." Chloe explained. She pointed to the top of the page where the date was bolded.

"I'll let you guys take the last few minutes of class to brainstorm what you're going to write." Chloe explained. She sat down at her desk and looked out as each of the kids was reading the paper. She couldn't help but spend a little extra time looking at…Beca. Yeah, that was her name, Beca.

She couldn't wait to read her paper and get to know who Beca was.

Beca's POV

Beca walked into the city library just an hour after school let out. She had decided that she would spend as much time there as she could to work on homework then she would head over to her friend Amy's house to sleep. Amy was great about letting Beca stay over. She never asked questions and never made Beca feel like a burden.

Amy didn't go to Barden High. She was going to a private school just down the road. The only reason the two teens even knew each other was because they once worked at the same grocery store. Neither girl worked there now but they had stayed friends none the less.

Beca sent her a quick text making sure she could come over. Then she settled into one of the personal work stations in the back of the library and began her homework.

She had been lost in her homework that she didn't even realize that the library was about to close. That is until an older woman tapped on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, but we need you to clean up now." She informed Beca.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Beca began to collect her books.

"No worries." The older woman sent Beca a smile before making her way over to her desk.

Beca walked out of the library not long after the encounter and headed south toward Amy's apartment.

Just as she was about to turn the corner that would put her on Amy's street her phone rang.

"Hello?" Beca answered. She hadn't bothered to look at the name on the screen.

"Hey, are you still coming over?" Amy's voice filled the phone speaker. Amy was originally from Australia so she had a thick accent. She was also known for her wild stories and dry sense of humor.

"Yeah, is that okay?" Beca asked suddenly trying to think of a different plan if Amy couldn't have her tonight.

"Yeah, my mum just wanted to make sure you were still coming." Amy explained.

Mrs. Hobart was amazing! She always made Beca feel at home and feel like she was more than just a source of income. Beca often wondered if that's how most mothers acted.

"I'm just turning on your street now. I'll be there in like 5 minutes." Beca explained.

"Sounds good Short-stack." Amy said before hanging up the phone. Beca let out a small laugh before putting her phone in her back pocked and continued to walk.

Walking into the apartment complex felt more like coming home then her actual house… It was the night that Beca spent with Amy and her mom that made Beca feel safe. If she wasn't with them she was most likely in a strangers bed or being forced to listen to her mom and one of her 'friends' the whole night.

"Hey!" Amy bellowed as Beca walked up the sidewalk to apartment 113.

"Hey." Beca said. She smiled but her voice wasn't as enthusiastic as Amy's was. Amy was use to Beca's standoffish demeanor. It made teasing her that much more fun.

"You know you could have just come over after school, right?" Amy asked as Beca walked into the building. She took her shoes off and followed Amy into the living room.

"I know, I just had homework I needed to get done." Beca said. "Hey, Mrs. Hobart."

"Please Beca, I've told you a million times just to call me Pam." Mrs. Hobart stated. She walked over and pulled a begrudging Beca into a hug. "How are you sweety? It's been awhile since you've come over."

"I'm good." Beca stated. She straightened her shirt and sat at the bar with Amy while Mrs. Hobart busied herself in the kitchen.

It had been awhile since Beca had been over. She was usually over at least once a week. In fact she had a shelf of her own to keep clothes on, that's how often she was here. But things had been pretty tight lately so she… spent almost every night helping 'entertain' one of mom's friends.

"Have you eaten yet?" Pam asked as she placed a full plate of food in front of Beca.

"No I haven't. Thank you!" Beca picked up her fork and began to eat. Mrs. Hobart made the best food!

Amy started talking about her day and how things had been going in her life. Beca listened quietly as she ate. That was the good thing about Amy, she did most of the talking, which meant Beca didn't have to talk about herself or her life.

The two settled in for the night just an hour later, in Amy's room. Both had homework pulled out and ready to go. Beca had worked on everything already except for her creative writing assignment. She didn't like the idea of putting her personality out on paper.

She was the master of keeping everything inside. It was something she prided herself on, honestly. Because when it came down to it, in order to protect herself she had to shut everyone out. She had to hide her true self from everyone. Beca couldn't think of a single person who actually knew her. Who knew her passions and her quirks. Her pet peeves and favorite things. No one knew of her passion for music and singing. She didn't let that side of her show. Sometimes she honestly questioned if even she knew who she truly was.

So she would write this paper in that same manner. One that didn't show anything at all, except for exactly what Beca wanted to show. The quiet, reserved, standoffish person she was to everyone around her.

"What are you thinking over there, Smalls?" Amy asked.

"I have this writing assignment I'm trying to figure out what to talk about." Beca explained.

"Oh good luck. Did you know I once got the award for best writer in Tasmania?" Amy asked.

Beca didn't really respond to the news. It likely wasn't true but it was fine.

Just as Beca was about to write down her outline for the story her phone chimed. She looked down to see that it was a group message.

Ms. Beale: Hey class! Sorry to text you all so late. Mrs. Peterson gave me the list for the group text and just wanted to send out my favorite quote to all of you to help prepare you all for tomorrows lesson.

"Confidence is not 'they will like me.' Confidence instead is, 'I'll be fine if they don't'." -Christina Grimmie

I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon!

Beca reread the quote a few times. What could that quote possibly prepare them for?

Beca's eyes drifted up to the time on her phone. It was only 8:30 but she was exhausted. Not having gotten any sleep the night before Beca was looking forward to a good nights rest.

"Hey, I'm gunna call it a night." Beca explained as she put her books away and thus forgetting entirely about the paper. She would get it done, just not tonight.

"No problem. You sleepin' in here or on the couch?" Amy asked.

"Couch." Beca explained but they both knew she was going to say that. Beca had a hard time sleeping with people around her. Even though she knew Amy wasn't going to hurt her, it just made her anxiety sky-rocked.

"Sounds good. Hope you get some good sleep." Amy said with a smile.

Beca knew that Amy worried about her. It felt nice to know that someone actually gave a shit about her. Amy never questioned her though, she knew that if Beca wanted to talk about what was going on with her, she would. It wasn't her place to push but she was going to be there for her friend as much as Beca would allow.

"Night." Beca said with a half-smile. She walked out of the room and into the living room.

She sent her mom a quick text, knowing she wouldn't see it until the next day.

B: Hey just wanted to let you know I got to my friends. Be safe.

With that she put her phone down and spread out the blanket that Mrs. Hobart had already put out for Beca. She put her head down and smiled because she felt safe. That wasn't a feeling that she got often.

A/N Hey, let me know what you think! Thanks in advance for reading and reviewing!