Prompt: Beca comes out to her father, it doesn't go well. Chloe is there to comfort her.
“What… what are you saying Beca?” Her dad said, putting his glass down with a forced air of calm.
Beca’s eyes stayed fixed on her un-touched plate of food.
“I’m bi,” she said. “And… and there’s a girl I like. A girl I want to date.”
She heard a sigh and she looked up to see her dad pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Why do you have to do things like this? Why can’t you just…” he let out a huff of frustration.
“Just what, dad? Be normal?”
“Well, yes! What’s so wrong with that? You say you’re… bi or whatever which means you like boys too right? So why can’t you just date that Jesse kid? He seems nice,” he said. He sounded exasperated. Like Beca was doing this to annoy him. He’d had the same reaction when she’d told him she thought she might be depressed.
“Why does it matter? I don’t like Jesse like that. Why can’t I date a person I actually like?” Beca said.
“It’s just… it’s always something with you! You can’t do anything normal. And now when people ask me who my daughter is dating, I have to tell them you’re dating a girl? And deal with all their comments and jokes?”
“If it makes it easier,” Beca said, standing up, “just tell them you don’t have a daughter.”
She managed to leave her dad’s house and climb into her car before she started crying.
She didn’t know what she’d expected, but she’d hoped he’d be okay with it.
She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and drove back to the Bellas house.
She was met with the usual level of noise for a Friday night, but she didn’t have the energy to pretend to be okay. So she slipped upstairs to her room while the rest of the girls argued about which movie to watch.
She’d only been back for about half an hour when she heard the gentle knock on her door.
“Come in,” Beca said. She knew who it would be, and she wasn’t surprised when Chloe came in and sat down on her bed beside her.
“How did it go?” Chloe asked. She had been the only person Beca had told that she was going to come out to her dad.
Beca just shook her head. “He doesn’t get it. He thinks I’m doing it deliberately to be different. To be difficult.”
“I’m sorry Becs,” she said.
“It’s okay. I know what he’s like, I knew he wouldn’t be cool with this.”
“That doesn’t make it okay. You deserve to be accepted for the awesome, beautiful, person you are,” Chloe said, squeezing her hand.
Beca smiled before resting her head on Chloe’s shoulder.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
“I’d love to.”