𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 13: Faults

1974

Rebecca came home unable to stop weeping, her feet ached and had red hot blisters, but it couldn't hurt more than her broken heart. She had no idea who she was or what the fuck was going on, she just wanted to run and hug her mum. However, the tiny fact she couldn't even call her even on phone made her heart and soul break more. It had gotten to the point where she questioned whether staying in the past had been worth it.

But it wasn't like there was a solution or she had options. She couldn't go back, there was no way.

Walking on tiptoe, Becca entered the nursery where Enzo was sleeping peacefully. Of all of them, he was the one who least deserved to suffer for his parents' problems. What was his fault? Maybe it would be selfish to run away with him and take him away from his father, and that was the main reason she stopped to do it so. Enzo adored George and vice versa. He was a good father, but being in a place full of strangers and vices was definitely not the best for a toddler.

After stroking Enzo's vast, dark hair and admiring him smiling and mumbling in his sleep -which didn't help control Becca's teardrops from falling, her sobs turned into hiccups- she went to take a shower and change out of that stinky cigarette-smelling outfit.

Her body was completely frozen and only with almost boiling water she could warm it back. Her face was red from anger and crying that she barely recognized her reflection. Even though she was only in her bathrobe, Becca began pulling clothes out of the closet and packing the same suitcase she'd used when she left Italy. Some things never change.

Everything remain undecided, the whole thing was up in the air -but just in case- she packed enough clothes for Enzo and made the diaper bag. She was thankful she had a job and was independent by her own, because then she didn't have to depend on her husband's kindness.

One part of Rebecca wanted to understand that George's words were due to booze and drugs and should be taken as such. Still, exchange his wife for a girl? How low he had fallen. Did George really want that? Did he liked Charlotte? Well, fuck it, it was repulsive and sick. If he wanted to be with any dumb girl who would let the door open and fall for him, fine. But she would never be part of that shit.

She was pretty enough, kinky enough and smart enough.

When everything was ready, she put on the most comfortable pyjamas she had and even with wet hair she lay down on their bed, now it seemed huge. Becca felt like she wasn't even part of the same dimension as her husband. They were in different worlds. Was that marriage? After 9 years together, that was all for them? She never wanted a happy life; she wanted a realistic life with ups and downs, but this was too cruel to handle.

She hadn't felt that empty until those days, especially after the robbery thing. She was by her own. Her life was incredible because she had George by her side, his company and love were worth the fact she didn't have her family or her friends with her, the fact she was a time-dimension or whatever traveller. Rebecca made a new life and started new friendships -she still didn't know how she was going to tell Enzo her condition in the world or she was going to tell him- but with George everything seemed bright and optimistic. But George was no longer there. So, Becca was alone like her when she arrived in the past.

Just like when George left her for touring. All alone.

At some point, the idea of fleeing to Mexico seemed tempting but she stopped by the imminent fear of returning there, she didn't really know what the reason was so she discarded the idea.

Only fifteen minutes passed since she climbed onto bed, but she couldn't fall asleep even if exhaustion ran through her entire body. After all, it was almost dawn and as the seconds progressed, the surer of her thoughts she was. Quickly, Rebecca changed into warm, comfortable street clothes and donned the same knackered Converse she'd worn in the day she came to England back in 1965.