A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction, so I really hope you enjoy it! Possible trigger warnings? It isn't the happiest of stories in the world, but it will (eventually get better) Anyway, hope you enjoy it! :)

She was scared to go in. She was petrified going out. Her parents were never really there for her growing up, always looking down on her and waiting for her to fail. They didn't exactly hate her; she was their daughter, but they were incredibly strict and when she was near them she felt intimidated. She felt like school was her get away. There she could express herself and meet new people, and this is where she got her bubbly and bright personality from. Knowing that education is where she felt most free, she decided she wanted to go to college; specifically, Barden University. However, there was one problem. Her parents couldn't afford it and neither could she. She'd been saving money from the job she had selling ice creams and waiting tables at her local café, but that could only afford so much. But then she met a devil in disguise. He loaned her the money to go to Barden, but he wanted something in return. When she graduated, she was to work for him until she had paid off her debt. She was desperate, so asked no questions, gratefully took the money, packed her belongings and got ready to head to Barden. When she gets there she instantly connects with her roommate, Aubrey, and they become best friends. After a few years of getting talked down to by Alice, former leader of the Bella's, it was finally their turn to take over. From there she met her beloved family of Bella's, and she never felt more at home. She finally had a family and discovered what it felt like to be loved. They accepted her and she felt so free. She'd never been so happy; especially with her best friend Beca. Things were going so well.

But here she was 7 years later. Back at the doorstep of her parent's house. She and her fellow Bella's had graduated, all with different plans for their future, and Chloe had one too, but she seemed to have caught herself up in a bit of trouble. With mascara run down her face, her belongings in a tiny suitcase, and her hair all over the place due to the unforgiving wind and rain, she finally picked up the courage to knock on the door. She felt so ashamed and alone. She didn't know what to do if they didn't help her. Not 10 seconds later, the door to her childhood home slowly creeped open, and there appeared Steve, her dad. "Chloe? What the hell are you doing here?" He was surprised to say the least. He wasn't close to her daughter and hadn't seen her in years. "Hi dad. Ummm, could I come in? It's really important" He looked at her, drenched from head to toe, her clothes tattered and torn, then stepped aside, allowing her room to pass through into the living room. She sat on the coach, with the sleeves of her hoodie in her hands, staring at the patterned rug beneath her feet. "For goodness sakes Chloe, spit it out! We're leaving for the office in a bit!" Her mom Rachel said, not caring that her own daughter was sat opposite in her, trying to hold back her tears. It was now or never she thought, and in a weak and timid voice, she said those two words which changed her life forever. "I'm pregnant" The room fell silent, the only noises coming from the outside rain hitting the window. She didn't dare to look up and see her parent's eyes, for if she did, she would have seen their rage. "Get out" "What?" She felt the tears built up in her eyes, ready to fall. "You heard me" "Please, dad" There were no stopping the tears now "Get out Chloe". And that's where she is now, too ashamed and embarrassed to call her friends, completely alone in the streets of Georgia.