Tulips

28. Closer, Deeper.

No one's POV.

All the while Freen was kissing, licking and holding Becky, she's fighting her nagging mind that's reminding her about what her dad said. Thus, making her stop. How can she concentrate and continue with it when her mind keeps reminding her of her dad.

Freen went in the bathroom, closed the door, opened the shower and let it soak her heated body.

She's furious of herself. She can't do what she wants cause she care about what her Dad would think. She hated it. She hates the fact that she can't be with her without disappointing her Dad. Even if she chose to be with her, she don't know how she could cope with her Dad's disappointed face in her mind. The only family she have left.

I'm so messed up, she thought. She hit the marble wall with her fist as she try to release the tension. The tears started to fall along with the water. She stayed there for a while.

In the meantime, Becky was stunned on what had just happened. They were midway making out and almost started to do more when she suddenly stopped, hit the door and said sorry.

Becky clasped her bra and fixed her top then sat on the couch. Her eyes then went to the closed bathroom door. There's something that made her stop. That might also be the reason why she keeps pushing her.

An hour had passed when she heard the bathroom door opened. Becky looked at the door when Freen got out of the bathroom in just a towel. Becky quickly averted her eyes back to her phone.

She heard the bathroom door closed again. She looked and couldn't find Freen. She must've taken her clothes and changed inside. A few minutes later she emerged fully clothed.

She looked at Becky who was already staring at her.

"I'll sleep now. G'dnight."

She said then lay down on the farther left side after putting two pillows on top of each other in the middle of the bed. She then lay sideways on her left side. And stopped moving.

Becky felt like crying. She somehow felt unwanted. She wants to know what happened but she remembers how her eyes looked when she got out of the bathroom, she decided not to confront her. For she, once again, see the same sadness she saw in her eyes when she first met her.

Becky then took her clothes and went silently inside the bathroom. As she stripped, she noticed a red mark just above my chest. Tears are starting to form. She hurriedly went to the shower, letting the water flow to her body. A fw seconds later, tears started to flow along with the water. She feels bad for her and to herself.

There's so many questions running to her mind. She then let herself to stop crying. She decided she'll help Freen no matter what it is. She'll set her feelings aside for the meantime and help as far as she can.

After she took a shower and put on her top and undies. She doesn't have any shorts for sleeping only for outside use. She put on the robe she found on the closet the went out.

She put her things away and lay down on the right side of the bed. Ten minutes in she still couldn't sleep. She peeked behind the pillows that's in the middle. She's still at the same exact position.

After some consideration, she followed her instinct. She put the two pillows aside and she move beside Freen. She then faced Freen's back and went closer til her chest touched her back. She then put her arm around Freen. She basically let every part of her touch Freen.

She put her head closer to her head and whispered. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Becky felt Freen tremble and then sobbed. She then hugged her tighter. Freen's hand held Becky's and heard her whisper; "Thank you."

They slept at that position. Both exhausted from the long day both physically and emotionally.

Unbeknownst to them, something in them have changed. They have gotten much closer and deeper.