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Disclaimer: It's sad that I still have to do this, but anyway I do not own Pitch Perfect nor will I ever own Pitch Perfect. Derp.

Chloe threw open the blinds, flooding Aubrey's room with sunshine. The blonde groaned and rolled pulling a pillow over her head trying to block out the offending light.

"Oh no you don't." The red head laughed, pulling the pillow from the blonde's death grip.

"Come on Chlo it's... Holy shit!" The woman was out of bed and moving faster than the ginger had ever seen. "What the hell happened to my alarm?" It was almost noon.

"Aubrey calm down. I turned you alarm off. You needed to rest. You've barely slept-" the blonde was having none of it.

"That was not your decision to make!" The redhead rolled her eyes, sarcastically wondering where she'd heard that one before. "I am so dead!" The blonde's breath became short and rapid, the blood draining from her face. She was on the verge of a serious panic attack. This spurred Chloe into action.

"Woah! Aubs calm down! It's Saturday!" She grabbed the blonde's shoulders trying to get her attention, but it was no use. Aubrey fell limp in the gingers arms as she blacked out.

"Okay," Chloe grunted, catching her friend before she hit the ground. Amy chose that exact moment to walk down the hall.

"Uhm... am I interrupting something?" The singer sighed and hefted the unconscious woman back into bed.

"This is exactly what I was telling you about. She's freaking out over nothing. She always sleeps in on weekends because she has them off, but she forgot to shut off her alarm. I woke her up when you got here, but she totally lost it and hyperventilated." Chloe slumped to the floor and cast a worried glance at her friend. "Something is seriously wrong. Sure she can be a little high strung, but she is literally running herself into the ground here and I can't figure out why."

"Well why don't we go make something to eat and we'll talk to her when she wakes up. I'm starving." The red head agreed and followed her out of the tan room.

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"I can handle it." The ex-Bella folded her hands over her chest.

"Obviously not, or we wouldn't be scraping you off the floor like fried cheese curds!" Aubrey shuddered at the mental image but refused to give in. "We're worried Aubrey. Like, really worried. Seriously."

The blonde let out a puff of air before heading to her room. She was about to close the door when a hand gripped her arm. "Amy! Let go!"

"No way. You are not hiding in your room all day." She pulled the smaller woman past Chloe, offering a vague "We'll be back" before leaving and pulling the door closed behind her.

They were half way to the stairs when the blonde cried out "Please, Amy let go. You're hurting me!" The Aussie released her grip immediately and Aubrey pulled her arm to her chest biting her lip. She saw the suspicious look in the other blonde's eye. "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"That's horse shit." Amy yanked up the sleeve of Aubrey's soft pink V-neck revealing a series of small green and yellow bruises. "Who did that to you?"

"It's no big deal-"

"Answer the question!" The harsh tone caught Aubrey completely off guard. She'd never actually seen Amy angry before. Upset? Yes. Excited? Sure, but never angry.

"Amy..." The boisterous blonde shook her head.

"Tell me. I'm not messing around here." Aubrey knew that already, but she really didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't anyone else's business. "You know what? Fine. You don't need my help? Call me when you change your mind on that. I'll be waiting." She watched the girl walk away completely unable to stop her. Why did people have to take everything personally?

She waited a few minutes before following, not wanting to deal with questions from Chloe. She just needed to have some peace and quiet and there was only one place she could think of.

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"So they just left?" Chloe had called Beca about an hour after Aubrey and Amy's departure. Chloe nodded.

"Yeah. It was the strangest thing. We both know Aubrey would never have let me pull her around. I think she might be the only one who can figure out what's going on with her..." She leaned into her girlfriend smiling when Beca slipped her arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry too much. I'm sure everything will be just fine. Do you have work tomorrow?" The redhead sighed, still worried.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be in at eight. It was really nice of Aubrey's dad to give me the job but…" Beca looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "He really gives me the creeps. Like, seriously." The brunette nodded her understanding.

"Well from everything I've heard about him he sounds like a pretty intense guy." Chloe didn't say it, but that was probably one of the biggest understatements of the year. Intense didn't even begin to cover it. He didn't treat Aubrey like his daughter. She was a tool for him. That was the reason Aubrey strived for perfection. She wanted to impress him. She wanted the approval she had never managed to obtain from the person who meant the most to her.

"Yeah. Aubrey doesn't talk about him much. Only when she's really frustrated. Then she quotes him like he's some famous philosopher. I don't know Beca. I thought that this job would be her dream come true. She always talked about how she would run the company with her father until he felt she was ready to take over, but-"

Whatever Chloe was about to say was cut off by the slamming of the front door. The two girls looked to the front door to see a disheveled Aubrey pulling off her shoes. "Sorry. It closed a little harder than I expected. I'm going to bed." The blonde stalked off with no further discussion.

"I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say that things didn't go so well with Amy…" Beca tried softly.

"I think I'm going to have to agree with you on that one."