Pitch Perfect- The Bad Bella (Donald fanfic)

Chapter 3

Riley's POV

     I walk up to him and say, " I've seen you before. What's your name?" He looks at me like he's studying my face. "Bumper, I'm a foster child. Speedster from my little sister. On her birthday original last name Allen." I look at him in shock. "Bumper?" I ask. He looks at as if he's finally realizing something. "Riley?" He asks "You're the little sister I got separated from. Oh my god! I didn't know you got fostered here." He says. "Well, I didnt I've been to a ton. This is my last one her in New York." I say hugging him. "It's been so long. And so hard." I say. We laugh and we head back to campus. I can't believe it! He's here out of all places. I actually got reunited with my only family. Yay! We head back to campus and he pulls me to this big read house. "This is the treblemakers house." He says. I stare in awe. "Wow." I say. We walk inside. It's huge. They even have a hot tub. "Yeah, pretty cool right?" He says. "Yeah totally." I say. "Does everyone stay here?" I ask. "Sometimes..." He says. I nod walking around. "I can't believe it. It's so good to see you again." Bumper says hugging me. I'm shocked that. After 11ish years. We saw each other again. "So you've been a goody two shoes right. With all A's like I imagined." He says. I look away. Quiet the opposite. Bad girl. Bad grades. "What?" He asks shocked. "Umm... Not exactly. More like bad girl. Bad grades." I say. "Well, I would blame you. But I'm the same way." He says. I laugh. "No, it's not good. I'm done you're done too." He says. "What? You don't control me?" I say defensively. "Well, I'm all the family that you've got left so I kinda do." He says grouchily and stubborn. "You're kidding right?! You weren't there for me like all the non caring foster parents." I say. "What was I supposed to do?! I was like 7." He says. " For starters..." I think about the day I lost my parents. Even though I was only 6 I still remembered it like it was yesterday.
Flashback

I just blew out my candles. My brother was smiling at me. My parents pulled out guns. My parents hated me. They hated us so much. They forced themselves to take care of us till we were so old. Then their plan was to kill us. The guns backfired. They shot themselves. I don't know why they held on that long. I cried and screamed as my brother called 911. The police and ambulance came. My parents were dead. They tried to kill us. That day my brother was adopted without me. I was at the orphanage for a year before a family took me in. Then another and another and another.

Flashback over.

My eyes fog up. I haven't cried since the day I lost my parents. Not because I lost them. Because they tried to kill me. Try tried to kill me. How could someone do that. Bumpers looking at me. "Sorry..." He says. I look away. I don't know who's the biggest player here. There's no way to drown out my pain, except the one thing that I knew. "I gotta go..." I say leaving back to my dorm.

I lay passed out on my bed. I've never cut before. It helped me forget my other pain. Something I can deal with when I want. The only pain I can control. Becca hasn't come back thank god. I finally wake up and put a jacket over my outfit. I will have to wear a lot of these from now on. Cardigans. Jackets. To cover my arms. I groan getting up and walking around campus. I don't know where I'm going. I just had to leave my room. I walk around and end up in the auditorium. I sit down on a bench. I keep thinking about how bad that day was. How scared I was. "Hey, I heard you and Bumper talking." Someone says walking in. It's Donald. He looks really cute. For some reason he doesn't look like the cute like the boys I hook up with. More like a you know someone you want to get to know. That I flirted with. How do I live with myself. Hooking up with guys all the time. Ugh. You know what Bumper was right we're done. I'll have to tell him when I see him again. "You know if you ever need someone to talk to. I'm here." He says. I'm kind of shocked. He never appealed as a caring person. "Thanks. I uh I appreciate that. You never heard what happened. I want to get it off my chest so bad." I say. "Go for it." He says looking at me with his super cute eyes. I take a deep breath and say " My parents hated me and my brother from the day we were born. We were accidents. They wanted to get rid of us, but they waited. I don't know why. On my 6th birthday I blew out the candles and they pulled out guns. I remember how scared I was. How sad I was. That anyone would ever do that. The guns backfired. They ended up shooting us. They weren't killed they killed themselves. I didn't understand why anyone would do that. Ever. My brother called 911 while I screamed and cried. That's day we were sent to and adoption center. No one ever found out what really happened. It's almost like they didn't care. My brother was fostered that day. It took a year for me to get adopted. When I did I went from foster home to foster home. I've never cried since that day. I vowed from now on that nothing could possibly be that bad. When I turned 14 I turned into quiet the player. Bad girl. Bad grades. I don't know why. I guess just being my own person. Trying to become someone I'm not. I wish I'd never became. I was a hook up for every guy in the school. Everywhere I went. I never tried. I was passed on foster home to foster home. Boy to boy. I knew I would never find hope of anyone caring for me. Nobody tried. I just thought nobody could." I spill out word after word. I stare into an empty space. "I've never had anyone to tell this to. Nobody cared enough to ask." I say. He looks at me sympathy "Nobody, should ever have to go through that. Ever. I'm so sorry that you did. And you know. I don't blame you for who you've become." He says. I smile and hug him. "Thank you. And no it's who I was. I'm determined to change." I say. "You know going to my classes and staying away from the players." I finish. "Then I better get going. I've got a reputation." He says. "Nah, I think you're a good friend." I say. Be smiles. "Cool." He says. I laugh at him.

    "Are you ready for the riff off?" Donald asks me. After the confession we went to his dorm  now we're just sitting and talking. "And that is?" I ask. He explains it to me and I sounds pretty cool. Apparently it's tomorrow night. Oh yeah.

Well dang!!!! That was a good chapter if you ask me. And was it a bit of a drama fest. Kinda hard to take in. Wew!

Bye awesome nerds.