Loving You, Feels Wrong. (Freen x Becky x Billy)

Chapter 5

Freen followed her there to get herself a glass of water and saw Becky yawning away while washing the dishes.

“You didn’t sleep at all last night.” Freen stated.

“The last 3 nights are catching up with me I guess.”

“I can pull out the sofa bed for you if you want.” Freen offered.

Becky gave it some thought. And said, “Okay ka, I’d like that.”

So while Becky finished off with the dishes, Freen set up the sofa bed and then busied herself with her phone again. She’d asked her workplace for 2 weeks away from work. Bereavement leave.

Becky had asked for time off too. Hers was probably longer but Freen didn’t ask how long. Becky should take all the time she needs to get back to normal life. Normal life seemed like an impossible idea without Billy in it.

Becky was fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Freen decided she could do some other chores, but something about how still and rested Becky looked, allowed her a moment of rest too. She opened up that chat on her phone again and there it was that last text from Billy.

Freen found an odd comfort looking at Billy's words. Not just that last text, but some of their conversations from before too. She decided not to push herself to do anything right now and allow herself the time to remember her best friend.

When Becky's eyes opened, she first laid eyes on the clock. It said 9 pm. She sat up startled.

“Hey hey, relax…” Freen's voice from beside her said.

“It’s 9pm?!” Becky asked.

“Ka, you had a good sleep.”

“I’m so sorry I totally overslept, is Billy home yet?” Becky asked, mindlessly.

And the minute the words left her mouth, it all came back to her.

No, Billy wasn’t home yet. He wouldn’t be home ever again. Because Billy, her Billy, had died.

Freen watched as Becky's eyes closed for a moment, as if she were bringing herself back to the present moment, where the reason she was sleeping here on Freen's sofa bed, was cause she couldn’t bring herself to sleep in her own bed, because it would be too much missing Billy.

“It’s okay…” Freen tried.

“I think I was hoping it was all a nightmare.” Becky admitted.

“I don’t blame you. The last few days have been nightmarish,” Freen said. “I didn’t make anything for dinner, we can order in if you like?” Freen then offered.

“I’m actually not too hungry. Could do with a drink though.” Becky said.

Now Freen would usually be all for it. But she was also once told, alcohol while grieving could create an addiction. So she thought twice. But then decided, a glass of whatever they had won’t harm anyone. If anything, it might give Becky the courage she needed to speak up about everything she was feeling right now.

“Ka, me neither. I’ll pour us something. What would you like?” Freen asked.

“I think we had some scotch left.” Becky said.

Freen got up and went over to the cabinet in the kitchen where they kept their liquor. And poured 2 medium pegs into two tumblers. She brought the tumblers out and handed one to Becky and made herself comfortable beside her.

“I was thinking we could go through the messages tonight,” Becky said softly.

“Yea for sure,”