Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter XXIII - Bechloe: Love Is A Very Splintered Thing (Part 2)

Beca's POV

It's month two of my first and final break up with Chloe. It's been hard, I must admit - going to bed alone, spending some quality time with myself twenty-four-seven, and being alone with my mind. I used to love all that stuff before but I'm so used to being with Chloe, that being by myself like this is... odd. All I can think about is her if I'm being honest. I think about her every day and it's hard because I think about the fun times we had together but I also think about her having sex with Chicago. I don't know the details and I don't want to know them. The thought makes me shudder. I still can't get over it and the fact that she wasn't going to tell me just crushes me even more.

She's been trying to get a hold of me ever since that day by calling, texting, social media - everything. She's even gone to lengths by calling me using other people's phones like Aubrey's in hope that I'll talk to her but Aubrey's put her foot down with Chloe, which is good. Chloe writes to me nearly every day saying that she's sorry and that she loves me. She wishes me goodnight almost every night as well. Sometimes it won't even be words - it'll just be hearts or kisses. I know she still loves me and I love her but I can't be with someone who has cheated on me. It's a rule I've always had no matter who the person is. It just hurts like Hell that the person who cheated on me was Chloe - the love of my life and the one person who could do no wrong in my eyes. She proved me wrong that's for sure.

The break up has affected me more than I'd like to admit. I have trouble sleeping, eating, even my work has been affected and that's not good. DJ Khaled is expecting my new album to be released soon and I'm way behind on everything. Nobody knows about my breakup with Chloe. I've kept that a secret but I think Theo can tell that something is up with me but he's smart enough to know not to ask questions. I just hope that I'll come around soon but I've been hoping that ever since we broke up. I fear that these feelings will never go away but they have to at some point.

I'm currently trying to work on my new album in my home studio but I'm not having much success. I've got a mental block and it sucks. I can't think of anything new and I have no inspiration. All of my inspiration came from Chloe and no, I'm not going to write break up songs. I'm not Taylor Swift. Ugh... I hate how hard this is. Making music feels more like a chore now than an actual fun job that I once loved. I keep trying my best to make some good tunes until I hear the front doorbell ring. Who's that?

I get up from my desk and head downstairs. The house is so quiet and so empty. It's so empty without Chloe and I hate it. I just want these feelings to go away. I can't think about that right now. I need to see who's at the door. I reach the front door and open it to see Aubrey.

"Hey, Aubrey," I greet.

"We need to talk," she says, pushing past me.

"By all means, come on in."

"Don't give me that shit, Mitchell. I am NOT in the mood." Aubrey walks into the living room and grabs herself a drink of whiskey.

"Okay... Care to tell me what's up your ass?"

"You need to talk to Chloe."

"What? Why?" I frown.

"Because she's absolutely miserable and she won't do anything!"

"What do you mean?"

Aubrey sighs and sits on the couch and I sit across from her.

"She won't leave the house unless she absolutely has to, she sleeps all the time, she's not eating right, and she's taken to daytime drinking. She's been living with me and Stacie ever since you two broke up and she's really starting to cramp our style."