Twinkle (Never Lose Those Magical Moments 🤍)

Chapter 15

The next morning, Laura entered Freen's room, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space. She found Freen lying on the bed, buried under blankets, hugging her pillow tightly.

"What happened to you? Why did you switch off your phone? You didn't even inform me before leaving yesterday," Laura said as she forcefully turned Freen over.

She gasped, seeing Freen's tear-streaked face.

"Are you crying?" Laura asked softly, sitting next to her.

Freen didn't answer, but instead pushed herself closer to Laura, hugging her tightly. Laura, concerned, stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her.

"Why are you crying? What happened? Is there an issue? Freen, please stop crying." Laura wiped Freen's tears away and handed her a glass of water.

Freen took a shaky breath and sipped the water. "Laura, I'm done with this life. I can't even breathe anymore. I'm so tired of the constant drama, of everyone trying to control my life. No one cares about what I want. My father... sometimes I don't even think he sees me as his daughter anymore. And Becky..." Freen's voice cracked, and she trailed off, unable to continue.

Laura, hearing Becky's name, stiffened. "Freen, what are you talking about? What happened with Becky?"

But Freen didn't answer. Instead, she turned away, burying her face in her pillow again. "I need to sleep, Laura. I have to work tomorrow."

"No, you're not sleeping until you tell me what's going on!" Laura said sternly, grabbing Freen's arm. "I'm your friend, Freen. What happened?"

For a while, Freen remained silent, unwilling to speak. Laura, her patience thinning, pressed on. "Is it that guy playing with Rhea yesterday? Is it because of him?" Laura's voice was laced with frustration as she tried to piece together the situation.

Freen finally muttered, "Her husband came back from London."

Laura sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I told you not to develop feelings for Becky. I warned you about this from the start. You knew she had a husband, Freen."

Freen quickly changed the subject, wanting to escape the conversation. "I met Dad yesterday."

Laura frowned. "Why? What did he want?"

"As usual, his spies took photos of me with Becky. They sent them to him, but he wasn't sure who she was. He came to my studio to confront me." Freen's voice was cold, but there was an undercurrent of pain in her words.

Laura's anger flared up. "Again? Freen, I don't understand. Your father already ruined everything once, with Jennie... How can he keep doing this?"

Freen's voice trembled. "I don't know why he can't love me, Laura. Why can't he just let me be?"

Laura sat silently for a moment, her heart aching for her friend. Then she stood up, pulling Freen by the arm. "Let's go."

"Where?" Freen protested weakly, still wrapped in her sadness.

"Come with me. I'm not leaving you here alone like this," Laura insisted.

Reluctantly, Freen let Laura pull her out of bed. Together, they left the house, Freen's heart heavy with the weight of her father's threats, her broken feelings for Becky, and the memories of a love long lost.