Belong To Me (Bechloe)

eighteen.

Beca's POV

This wasn't the way I was envisaging this would go, but I guess I'll have to put my own problems aside for now.

The only times Chloe gets crappy-texting-drunk is at major parties or when something big (usually bad) has happened. And she definitely hasn't mentioned any parties. I ought to go find her, but I've never been to Arizona before, so I'd easily get lost. And I doubt Chloe's in a state to text me exact addresses.

I arrived at her house an hour or so ago, thinking she'd at least be back by now. But instead she's probably drinking herself senseless in some Glendale bar.

I get out of my car and sit on her doorstep, figuring I'll startle her less if she can see me from the street. But I still don't know if she's coming.

Getting out my phone, I sigh. Chloe, why do you get yourself into this? I love you, but you do make things difficult for yourself.

Beca | 8.04 P.M.
Chloe, are you heading home?

Chloe | 8.05 P.M.
About that...... I can't wlkk

Beca | 8.05 P.M.
What do you mean?

Chloe | 8.08 P.M.
All spinning

Wow, okay. I thought she'd at least be able to walk home, even if she couldn't drive.

Beca | 8.09 P.M.
Please call yourself a taxi
then, babe.

Chloe | 8.11 P.M.
I don'tt have muchmoney
left on me.....

Beca | 8.11 P.M.
Just do it anyway, it'll be
sorted.

Chloe | 8.14 P.M.
Donee

Beca | 8.15 P.M.
Okay, tell me when you get
home safe.

~~~

Around 10 minutes later, a black car pulls up and I rush forward to meet it. I hear calls of 'Beca?' from the back, but head round the driver's side to pay him before he gets too mad about Chloe's far from ideal state. After that, I move to Chloe's door and help her out, instantly having to take most of her weight.

"Beca! What are you doing here?" Chloe asks, smiling somewhat, well, drunkenly.
"I thought I'd pay you a visit." I can explain the whole situation when she isn't almost falling over herself. I lead her up to the front door and wait for her to get out her key.

"This, this is... fun. What are we doing?" Chloe asks after several moments.
"You're getting out your key?" I roll my eyes. I swear to God she's impossible.
"Oh. Where?"
"Does it look like I know, babe? Look, you're drunk, but you must have some recollection of where you put your keys."
"Here!" Chloe says, her enthusiasm surprising the both of us as she flings her keys out suddenly.
"Okay. Now, put key into door. Unlock door. Open door. Walk through."

Chloe eventually does as I instruct and flops down on a sofa situated in the area to the left of the door. I lock the door behind me and walk over to Chloe.

"Now, sweetie," I start softly as I sit on the floor beside her. I've handled drunk Chloe in the past many times before, so this is hopefully nothing I can't help out with. "Can you tell me what happened?" I ask, actually a little worried but I'm not going to let it show.

Chloe's face crumples instantly and she starts to cry. I reach out and take her hand, stroking it gently with my thumb.

"It's okay, you're just really drunk right now, it's going to be okay," I soothe - something that I don't typically do, but as usual, it's Chloe and it's obvious I'd basically go to the ends of the Earth for her.
"I just, I hit, I hit someone," she sobs, covering her face with her hands. Her voice slurs a little as she speaks, so I'm kind of unsure as to what extent her statement is true, but I continue to listen.