Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 32: Team player

Chloe stood there frozen and Beca held onto her arm, her eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Chloe? Are you alright?"

"Oh my god...That's my dad." All the colour had drained from the redhead's face as she saw her father finish filling his car up.

"Holy shit, no way." Beca said quietly.

"Go wait by the car, I'm going to talk to him." The older girl furrowed her brows as she spoke. She hasn't seen the man in about 5 years, she was pissed and had some questions for him.

"Are you insane?!" Beca whisper-yelled. "That's the same guy who walked out on you for being gay and knocked up!"

"Exactly." Was all Chloe said before approaching the man while Beca reluctantly walked back over to her dad's car. "Dad..." She said quietly, suddenly losing all her courage.

The man lifted his head and his eyes widened. "Chloe?" He asked incredulously and the redhead nodding, trying to hold back all these pent up emotions. "Oh my..." He didn't exactly know what to say.

"Uh...How are you?" Chloe asked awkwardly. Her original plan of confronting him about running off completely flew out the window.

He uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck as he looked down at his daughter. "Alright...How's the uh...baby?"

"Great, her name's Hailee, she's coming up for 5 just after I turn 24." Chloe explained.

"24..." He trailed off quietly. He couldn't believe it really. "And that's good, I'm sure you're a great mom."

And that's when Chloe narrowed her eyes. He definitely didn't think that when she was pregnant. Okay he didn't flip out at that so let's try test number 2. "That's my girlfriend over there." The redhead pointed over to the group who were standing by the car waiting on her. "The one who keeps looking back to make sure you're not talking shit to me." She added with a fake smile. That's the kind of attitude she was looking to deliver.

"Excuse me?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "And here you go again with the whole gay thing!" The man continued through gritted teeth. "Chloe, surely you've finally got that shit out of your head by now."

"For the last fucking time dad, I didn't choose to be gay. I was just born like that." She growled, her eyes welling up with tears.

"My daughter is not a fucking lesbian, Chloe!" He yelled and Chloe began to cry, grabbing the attention of Beca, Emily and their parents.

"Dad..." Beca tugged on her father's arm as she listened to her girlfriend's dad raising his voice.

"You're a disgrace. I feel sorry for that daughter of yours, having to grow up with her own mother being a dyke. Go run along to you little girlfriend because no one else fucking wants you. I'm ashamed I ever called you my daughter." He spat out.

"Stay here." John said to his family through gritted teeth as he approached a now hysterical Chloe and her father. "Hey, why don't you just want to back off?" He got in between the pair.

"Who the hell are you?" The shorter man asked, clenching his fist.

"Chloe's my daughter's girlfriend." John said, narrowing his eyes.

Chloe's dad scoffed.

"Why don't you do everyone a favour and just leave? Nobody needs you, especially Chloe. She's a much better person you will ever be and she's proved that to me by making my daughter happy. She doesn't need you in her life and if she ever needs a father figure to look up to then I'd be more than happy to step in and take your job. At least I can accept my own daughter so there's no way I'd look down on Chloe because of her sexuality." John said, staring down the other man. "Just go. I don't want to see you anywhere near my family again." He growled.