In Atlanta was already lunchtime, Caren's surgery was scheduled for later that day. Nor Beca or Chloe had slept much that night.
After Chloe finally found Beca crying outside her mother's hospital room, the red head opted to let the girl let all her emotions out before demanding an explanation.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Chlo." Beca said in between sobs.
The red head was trying so hard not to cry as she held her girlfriend's head against her chest, she held it for a few minutes until Beca's sobs got quieter.
The brunette sniffed one last time before straightening and looking into Chloe's eyes. "I'm sorry."
Instaed of replying, Chloe kept nodding her head. "you good?"
Beca nodded her head wiping away the tears with her sleeve. She offered a small genuine smile at the red head.
"We should talk." Chloe gently suggested standing up. Said girl was having a hard time looking at her girlfriend and if she wasn't getting an explanation soon she'd explode.
Beca's eyes shifted back to the floor, "I know."
Now that she was standing Chloe had a better sight through the window of the woman laying on the bed. Her heart squeezed as she remembered how Caren used to look like and how she was looking now.
"She's still a pain in the ass." Beca laughed catching the red head's attention.
Chloe looked at her confused.
Rolling her eyes, Beca stood up to be at the same level as Chloe was. "She asked to have her head shaved, I don't know how she still has her humor intact."
Chloe looked at the way the brunette was glancing at her mother and couldn't hide the small smile that grew in her face. Suddenly, she felt Beca yank her by the wrist.
"Uh what's up with you?" Chloe asked.
Beca, however, kept dragging the woman through the hospital to the entry. Once the shorter girl let go of her wrist she stood as she watched her hop on a motorcycle.
"We are going to talk." The brunette started the engine, then held a helmet offering it to Chloe.
Chloe had so many questions in her head right now. She put the black helmet on and sat behind Beca.
The streets of Atlanta were pretty much empty, after all it was nearly three in the morning on a weekday.
Driving through Piedmont Avenue, Beca killed the engine in front of a park. Once she took the helmet out, the red head immediately recognized the park. Their old High school was block and a half away.
"It's the quietest place I could think of." Beca shrugged standing behind Chloe. "How did you know?"
Chloe spun around. "No." She said taking a step forward towards Beca. "You are not the one to ask questions now, if anyone should be asking something that'd be me."
Beca was taken off guard but understood and shut up.
"Why Beca?" Chloe asked. "You couldn't leave me a text or call at least once?"
The red head took a step closer, her voice getting higher by the second.
"I was fucking scared Beca. I had no idea what you wanted, where you were, if you were ok-" Chloe's voice broke and a sob came out of her mouth. "You have no idea what you did to my head, Beca."
Beca stood there feeling like shit, she knew she hurt Chloe, but not this much. And she was hating herself for doing it.
"I didn't know how to interpret you." She continued between sobs. "I came to think that you were breaking up with me." The red head said barely above a whisper.
