That's the way I love you

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Becky's excitement and happiness after receiving her test results were almost palpable. She had been waiting for this moment, eager to share the good news with Freen. She quickly typed out a message on her phone, a smile playing on her lips as she imagined Freen's reaction.

"Hey Freen! I got the test results back and it's great news! Can't wait to tell you all about it. Hope you're having a good day. Talk to you later!"

But as the minutes turned into hours and there was still no response from Freen, Becky's initial excitement began to turn into a niggling worry. Freen was usually quite responsive, even if she was busy with work. It was unlike her to not at least send a quick message.

Trying to dismiss her concerns, Becky told herself that Freen might indeed be tied up with work, or perhaps she had just missed the message. She kept herself occupied with other tasks, hoping that Freen would eventually get back to her.

However, as the day wore on and there was still no word from Freen, Becky's unease grew. It wasn't like Freen to leave her hanging like this. A small seed of doubt began to take root in her mind. Could something be wrong?

In a spur of the moment decision, Becky decided to pay Freen a surprise visit at her workplace. She thought maybe she could catch Freen during a break or at least confirm that everything was okay. The drive to Freen's workplace was filled with a mix of anticipation and concern.

When Becky arrived, she was surprised to find Freen's desk empty. She inquired with a colleague, who informed her that Freen was out sick today. A wave of worry washed over Becky. Freen being sick explained the lack of response, but it also made her concerned for Freen's well-being.

Becky  POV

My heart was pounding as I rushed to Freen's apartment, my worry growing with each step. The moment she opened the door, my shock was palpable. Freen looked different, not just physically, but there was something in her eyes – a mix of pain and hesitation that struck me.

"What happened, Freen?" I asked urgently, my voice filled with concern as I moved closer to her. I couldn't help but notice the injuries and bruise on her body, my worry deepening.

Freen hesitated, her eyes darting away for a moment before meeting mine. "It's nothing, just a little accident," she tried to brush it off, but I could tell there was more to the story.

"No, Freen. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me the truth," I insisted, my voice gentle yet firm. I reached out and touched one of the scars on her arm, my fingers tracing the mark lightly.

She took a deep breath, her gaze locked onto mine. "Okay, Becky," she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "Last night... Nop came to my apartment. We argued, and things escalated."

My eyes widened in shock as I absorbed her words. Nop? Argued? Escalated? None of it made sense, and I couldn't help the surge of anger that bubbled within me. "He did this to you?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief and anger.

Freen nodded, her eyes downcast. "I never expected it to get so out of control. I tried to defend myself, but he was relentless. It was... terrifying."

My heart ached for Freen as I listened to her recount the ordeal. I couldn't believe that Nop, someone I had once been close to, could do something so terrible. I stepped closer to her, gently placing a hand on her cheek and tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

"Freen, I'm so sorry you went through this," I said softly, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. "You didn't deserve any of this."

Freen's eyes welled up with tears, and I could see the fear and vulnerability she was feeling. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering for a moment in a silent gesture of comfort and support.

"You're safe now, Freen. I'm here for you," I reassured her, my voice unwavering. "We'll get through this together."

As I held Freen in my arms, my emotions were a whirlwind of anger, frustration, and concern. The fact that Nop could hurt her like this ignited a fire within me, and I was determined to do whatever it took to protect her and ensure that justice was served.

"Freen," I said softly, my voice filled with determination. "I want you to know that I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."

She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions – gratitude, vulnerability, and a glimmer of hope. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my touch gentle and reassuring.

"I don't want you to worry anymore, okay?" I continued, my voice unwavering. "I'm going to handle Nop and make sure he faces the consequences of his actions."

Freen nodded, her grip on me tightening slightly. It was clear that she was still shaken by the events of last night, but I was determined to be her pillar of strength, to give her the support she needed to heal and move forward.

"I won't let him hurt you again," I vowed, my voice firm. "And I won't let anyone come between us."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Freen's lips, and I knew that my words were offering her a sense of comfort and reassurance. I leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, my heart swelling with affection for this strong and resilient woman in my arms.

"We'll face this together, Freen," I whispered against her lips. "I promise."

Becky's frustration had reached its peak, and she needed an outlet for her anger. She headed to her boxing class, determined to channel her emotions into the intensity of the workout. The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of gloves hitting punching bags and the heavy breaths of those pushing themselves to their limits.

As she threw punches with all her might, her mind was consumed by thoughts of Freen – the injuries, the vulnerability, and the pain she had endured. The memory fueled her determination to protect her girlfriend and make sure Nop never crossed their paths again.

With each jab and hook, Becky visualized Nop's face. She imagined that the punching bag was his smug expression, his accusations, and his actions. Her fists became her weapon against the injustice that Freen had faced, and her determination only grew stronger.

After the intense class, Becky's muscles were aching, but her anger was somewhat subsided. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a moment to catch her breath. She knew that Freen had asked her not to do anything drastic, but the urge to confront Nop and give him a piece of her mind was overwhelming.

As she cooled down, she considered her options. Confronting Nop could potentially make things worse, but she couldn't stand the thought of him causing any more harm. She wanted to ensure Freen's safety and protect their relationship.

Finally, Becky made a decision. She would confront Nop, not with violence, but with a clear warning that he should never cross their paths again. She needed to make it clear that Freen had her support and that she wouldn't stand for any further harm.

With her resolve strengthened, Becky left the boxing studio and headed home. She was determined to have a conversation with Nop, not out of anger, but out of a need to protect the woman she loved and to ensure that their future together remained secure.

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