Bechloe Oneshots

It didn't make her stronger.

TW: Self harm and murder. If you feel triggered by these topics, please don't continue.

This is a long one, but please bear with me.

"Riley! Come on, you're going to be late!" Beca yelled upstairs, standing at the bottom of the staircase. When Riley still wasn't coming down 10 minutes later, Beca decided to get her herself. She went upstairs and knocked on the door to her room.

"I don't want to go!" Beca heard from the inside. She opened the door and saw Riley still lying in bed, the duvet over her head.

It's one of those days again. Beca thought to herself. There had been quite a few of these days in the last six months. The 22-year-old brunette with steel blue eyes knew it wouldn't be easy, she had to be gentle with Riley.

"I know it's been hard, Bubba, but I can't keep making excuses for you to stay home." Beca said with a soft voice, gently stroking the little body, hiding under the sheets. "Come on, get up and I'll drive you today."

"No! I don't want to go!" Riley yelled and started crying. Beca looked at the little body with a concerned look. It really had been rough months for them. Beca did her best to care for Riley; she had quit her old job and was working remotely full time now.

"Bubs, come here." Beca said and Riley  lifted the blanket to rest her head against Beca's chest. Beca embraced the 12-year-old tightly and tenderly began swaying from side to side. The little blonde girl sobbed into Beca's chest loudly.

"Oh, Bubs... I miss them too." Beca admitted. She had flashbacks to what happened six months ago every night. She was haunted by the pictures in her head every night.

Riley had been staying over at a friend's house that night. Beca had been out with some friends. It had been a Friday night. When her friend, who had been her ride, had pulled up into the driveway, Beca had noticed that the front door was open. She immediately had a bad feeling. Her parents had never left the door open. They had always made sure it was locked, even when they were home. She had gotten out of the car and watched her friend drive away before she had slowly walked to the front door. The house had been lit up, but it had been unusually quiet. She had entered the house announcing she was home, closing the door behind her, but nobody had answered. It had been 11:30pm and her parents went to bed around midnight normally. She had walked into the kitchen, but found no one there, so she had opened the door to the living room. The TV had still been running, but nobody had been watching. Beca had gone back to the kitchen to get a knife before she had gone upstairs to her parents' bedroom. What she had seen there let her world shatter into a million pieces. Her dad had been lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, stab wounds all over his body. His hands had been tied together behind his back. He had been facing the door, staring at Beca through his dead eyes. Beca had covered her mouth, tears had been filling her eyes. She had been wanting to fall to her knees beside him, but she had known better than to touch anything. As she had looked around the room, she had seen her mother lying in bed, hands tied over her head. Also covered in stab wounds. Her throat had been sliced open. She had called the police after she had found them like this. They had questioned her about it that night. The next day she had to tell Riley what had happened. She had told her, that their parents had died. She had left out the details about the 'how'.

Since then, Beca and her little sister had moved to a house a few streets away. It had been hard for Beca, but she wanted to care for Riley by herself. Riley had been spiraling down for 2 months, before Beca signed her up for therapy. Riley had been better since, but there still were days like this, when she refused to go to school.

"You can stay home today." Beca said after Riley had calmed down.

"Okay." Riley sniffled, wiping away the half-dried tears on her face.