The Heart Never Forgets

CHAPTER FOURTY FIVE

Last night when Becky was home earlier than she expected, she was playing with Bonbon in their living room. Her dog hadn't left his job of protecting the toy Freen bought for him, to some extent Becky understood his actions but also thought that why her pet got attached to someone so quickly.

Both her and Bonbon suffered after their break up, it was not just Becky, Bonbon missed his daday too. Going back to Freen scares her more than she can admit, she is not only scared for herself but also Bonbon.

" Bonbon look you have so many toys that I bought for you ". Becky tried to reason with Bonbon so he could for once drop the toy he had been holding onto. Bonbon ignored what his Mami said, he was busy playing with his bone stuffed toy.

" Drop that toy ! ". This time Becky was serious, she was done with this behaviour of Bon, Bonbon still didn't pay any attention to his Mami. " Bonbon you are going to tear it apart ". Becky sighed and tried taking the toy away from Bonbon, but the dog just got up and moved away from Becky.

" It is not even that good ". Becky said out loud, she started putting the toys she bought for Bon in a box, Bonbon growls when he heard his Mami say that about the toy.

" Will you stop ? ". Becky groaned, every time if someone tried to take the toy away from Bonbon or would say something bad about it, Bonbon growls and barks. Sometimes Becky is questioning the training she gave Bonbon when he was young, because it seems like he forgot about it recently.

Suddenly in the middle of their small rebuke, Becky heard a knock on the door, she was unsure about it, no one would visit at this time and it was certainly not Richie coming back from work. Bonbon went quiet as well, he followed Becky to the door and waited for her to open it.

When Becky unlocked her front door, she saw that no one was standing at the front but the bouquet of roses were lying on her doorstep. Becky sighed and closed the door, not picking it up and leaving it as it is at the doorstep.

" Seriously she has to stop, she is ruining great flowers ". Becky muttered and went inside her room, thinking about sending a small text to Freen, telling her to stop with all of this. Becky admitted that she liked the flowers, the problem were not the flowers, the problem was the one who was giving it to her, if she wanted Becky's forgiveness then give it to her face to face not like this, leaving it at her doorstep everyday.

To Freen,

Stop sending flowers

With that she tossed herself on the bed and tried to relax, after few minutes she heard the front door open itself. " Who left these beautiful roses at the door ? ". It was Richie, he was apparently back from his work and now was holding the bouquet Freen left for Becky at the door.

Becky rushed outside her room but it was too late, her parents were already in the living room, looking at the bouquet. " Oh there is a note ". Richie wondered what was written inside, Becky panicked, she herself didn't know what Freen had written for her and now she was embarrassed and scared to find out moreover her brother was going to read it aloud in front of their parents.

" It says ' I saw you blush today, It never fails to make me smile, I love you ' with a small heart ". When Richie read the note, Becky's eyes widen, now her family will wonder what had happen today and she wouldn't like to explain it to them.

" Dad, did you buy them for mom ? ". Richie still acted as if he didn't know who these flowers were delivered for and who actually left them. " Honey, your father is not that romantic ". Mrs. Armstrong chuckled but it had affected Becky's Dad.

" But you still married me ". Mr. Armstrong snorted, Richie was about to say something but Becky had enough of this. " Enough !! Stop you guys ! We all know who it was for ! And Richie I left them at the doorstep, I don't want to do anything with them so either you go throw them in the garbage outside or I will do it myself ". Becky yelled in anger, she doesn't know why her family members were not understanding her pain.