For The Last One Hundred Days || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 15: Holding On

FREEN

When I was younger, I made a promise to myself that I would never let myself fall in love. The reason for this was witnessing how my dad treated my mom. Although he never physically harmed her, he cheated on her. My mom discovered his infidelity but chose to turn a blind eye because she didn't want to break our family apart. She didn't want me to grow up without a father.

Every year, on our family day, my dad would attend with me since my mom was busy with work. Everyone thought he was a great dad for being there every year. I used to believe that too, until one day I witnessed him kissing another girl right in front of me. I cried every night and made a promise to myself that I would never allow myself to fall in love. People could pretend to be kind and loving in front of you but betray you when you least expect it.

I became a loner at school until I met Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. She's Thai-British, and she was bullied because of her first language. Becca is incredibly intelligent and a fast learner. I never had trouble teaching her, and she always had a smile on her face, cherishing every moment we spent together.

As the years passed, I realized that I had developed strong feelings for her. She became the reason I looked forward to going to school. She became my entire world.

When she left me five years ago, my heart shattered into pieces. I had no one to lean on, and my parents fought all the time. All I could do was cry in my room and hope for Becky to answer my calls, but she never did, not even once. I vowed to myself that if she ever returned, I wouldn't let my guard down, but when I saw her, all my resolve crumbled. I couldn't contain my excitement as if she had never left years ago.

I thought to myself, "Finally, I can be happy again." I saw her as my escape from all my problems. However, that happiness was short-lived when I discovered that she had stage 4 cancer, and the worst part was that there was no chance of survival. No matter what she did, she would eventually succumb to the disease. Her only option was to live her life to the fullest.

I made a promise to myself that I would be there for her through every battle she faced. I became so consumed by her presence that I forgot about my own parents.

"Miss, what is your relationship with the patient?" the doctor inquired.

"I am his daughter. How is he?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The doctor let out a sigh before motioning for me to follow him into the ward. I saw my father lying on the hospital bed, his face swollen, and his arms and legs covered in bandages.

"The accident caused severe injuries and complications. Thankfully, he was brought here, and we managed to stop the bleeding, but he will require months to recover," the doctor explained.

I nodded, taking in the doctor's words as I looked at my father once again. A tear escaped my eyes, and I felt a surge of pity. Despite his many mistakes, he didn't deserve this. He may have been a terrible husband, but he was a good father.

After the doctor left, I took a seat in the chair beside my father's bed. Gently, I caressed the bandages on his hands, and tears began to flow once more.

Why was all of this happening to me? First, Becky's illness, and now my father's accident. What would come next? My mother? Myself? What had I done to deserve all of this? I had always tried to be a good person, never causing harm to anyone. So why was life throwing so much pain my way?

I looked up, trying to stop the tears from falling, but it was too late. The pain inside me was overwhelming. It hurt so much that I wanted to scream, hoping to alleviate some of the agony. I needed Becky, but I had left my phone at our agency building, and she was probably asleep by now.

Maybe tomorrow, after seeing her, things would start to feel better. I just had to hold on and wait for tomorrow.