The Glory ( Freen❣️Becky)

12( Don't want to see you ever again)

Warning ⚠️ : If you are mentally stable then read it cause it may hurt you.

And remember it is a fanfiction.

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"Pregnant? They didn't waste any time, did they?"

"I'm sure it was part of the arranged schedule planned by her mother ," Freen said, her tone bitter. She glanced at Nam, waiting for her critique.

"I'm assuming Becky didn't work," Nam said. "Her degree was for show?"

Freen nodded. "Armstrong's  women don't work," she said. She cleared her throat, nearly talked out. "I should get going. It's late."

"Oh, no. Not yet," Tee protested. "You can't leave without finishing your story."

"There's nothing left more, I've only seen her a couple of times since then," she said.

"How about more coffee? It's decaf," Tee said.

Freen nodded. "Okay. I'll have one more cup."

"How did you manage to avoid her all these years?" Nam asked. "I mean, on the occasions that you did go to Surat Thaini ."

"It was five years later that my mother first got sick. Before that, when I'd go visit, I wouldn't announce it. I would just show up. Stay one night and leave the next morning. I never saw Becky," she said. "When my mother got sick, Sam was already retired from the military and we'd opened our first store about six months earlier. We took turns then, being with her, taking her to doctor's appointments and whatnot."
Tee handed her another cup of coffee. "And you hadn't spoken to Becky that whole time?"

"No. I was able to put her out of my mind. I dated. I had friends. It was only when I went to Surat Thaini  that she was front and center in my mind."

"But you did see her again?"

"Yes. I was twenty-eight."

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"Are you comfortable?" Freen asked as she fluffed the pillows under her mother's legs.

"Quite Okay," her mother said. "I'm fine." Freen sat in the chair beside her mother's bed, worry etched on her face. She tried to hide it, but her mother smiled reassuringly at her.

"I'm not going to die on you just yet, Freen. Quit looking so scared."

"You've never been sick before," she said.

"Cancer is a scary thing, isn't it? But the doctors seem to think we have a handle on it. I have to believe in them."

Freen blew out a breath. "Have you thought any more about it?"

"Retiring? Yes."

"And?"

"And you and Sam are right. It's time. But where would I go? You were ten when we moved here. I know it's not much, but it's been home these last eighteen years.'

"I know, Mom. We'll find you a house. Something bright and airy, with a small yard." She looked around. It is kind of congested

"Yes, I know. That's why you spent most of your time outside, down in the gazebo," she said with a smile. "Or up in Becky's room."

Freen looked away, not wanting to think about that. Becky wasn't a part of her life anymore. That was over with. It had been more than five years since she'd seen her. Eight years since they'd...slept together. Amazing how here, in the mansion, that memory was still so fresh.

"You haven't seen her son, have you?" her mother stated. "He's such a cute little boy. And so smart." Freen didn't reply.

Her mother knew very well that she'd never seen him. "Whatever has happened between you and Becky, you were such good friends at one time. I don't understand why you avoid her."