A/N: I know, I know. I'm sorry I have disappeared for a while. Unfortunately chapters for all my stories will be far and few between as a lot has happened to me this year. I'd just like to say, sorry and Happy Holidays to you all.

Sarah?!

What the flipping fudge is she doing here?!

"Chloe? What's wrong?" Beca asks, noticing the look on my face.

She turns to follow my gaze and their eyes meet, Beca's looking wild and furious. If I didn't know what she was about to do I would've found it so sexy. She makes her way across the club, me pulling along behind her, begging and pleading for her to just leave it.

Beca turns around and points those wild, angry eyes at me. I swallowed hard, a little afraid of her in the moment.

"She's trying to take my son away from me, Chloe! You might not understand because you're not a mother!'

That stung. I stand there in total shock as Beca heads towards Sarah. I don't hear the words Beca is spewing at her until a big, hulking man moves next to Sarah, wrapping his arm around her. I see Beca point her gaze at him and begin to arguing with him.

I see Beca pause for a second, like something shocked her, before throwing a punch directly into his jaw. Beca attacks him, he tries to restrain her and manages to get a hit on her cheek. Bouncers come and pull them apart, dragging them out different exits, Beca screaming obscenities the whole way out.

I immediately follow out the way they dragged Beca and find her on the curb out the front, pacing and muttering to herself.

"What the hell Beca?!" I yell as I approach her.

"You can't say things like that to me! I'm only trying to help you!"

"Just back off Red" She growls and I am honestly scared of her right now.

"You want me to back off? Fine. I'm going and don't you dare follow until you can talk to me with a little decency." I turn around and walk away, only to hear her running after me.

I feel her hand grab my arm and spin me around to face her and suddenly our lips are connected. Hers hungry and desperate. Mine angry and wild. It's not until we are stumbling into my apartment and up to my room that I realise, I'm supposed to be angry with her right now. I pull away and lay a hard sharp slap to her face and begin pushing her off of me, while she remains in control of my body, pulling me closer to her as I push away. Eventually I end up submitting and allowing my body to move however she desires it to. She kisses me roughly again before pulling back, her stormy blue eyes alight with a fire I had seen once before. The day in the soundproof rehearsal room. The memory of that day making me shiver with excitement.

"I love you. You know I do. This is just a...tough situation. Maybe we should..."

And then it hits me.

"Are you seriously about to break up with me?"

She looks at the ground and sighs. That's all I need to hear as I slap her once more, only this time pulling her into me and kissing her with all the desperation and anger I can muster. We fall onto the bed for one of the hottest nights we've ever had.

I wake the next morning, still a little groggy from the alcohol I had consumed the previous night. When all the memories towards the end of the night rush back to me, I sit straight up and look to my left. She's gone.

Seriously?

After all that she just up and leaves? I feel used. I feel dirty, but most of all I feel heartbroken. Beca was the one thing in my life that made sense, besides theatre. The one person I wanted to spend my life with. The one person I've ever loved that much or that fiercely, has just left me in my bed, alone, confused, broken.

How dare she do this to me. Well I won't stand for it, she needs to make up her mind about what she really wants, who she really wants, because I am not going to wait around for her to be mine again. She either is or she isn't and right now I feel like she isn't.

That's it. From now on I'll just focus on myself and my theatre and opening night.

Oh shit It's tonight!

I'd forgotten it was tonight. I jump out of bed and immediately begin to get ready for our last rehearsal.

At rehearsal Beca is nowhere to be found. I can't believe she couldn't even show up to talk to me.

Oh well. The show must go on as they say.