My Girlfriend Is A Serial Killer [G!P] [COMPLETED]

Chapter 39

"What do you remember about your childhood?" Freen asked still holding Becky tight. Her hands found it's way to the blonde locks gently running her fingers through them.

"Nothing, atleast until now. All that I can remember are after mum married dad. After we moved into this mansion. Everything before that is a blur. I remember that we lived outside the city. Atleast I did. I remember certain things here and there. And then there's that nightmare I kept seeing. A little girl crying for help." Becky's voice cracked. After reading the letter, she was silent for a moment before she fell into Freen's arms. Her face buried in her chest while quiet sobs escaped her.

"I remember. I held you through many of those. You think that was you?"

"Yes. All this time and I never thought it could be me." There was a loud sob that almost made Freen's heart ache.

Time was here. Time for answers.

"What is in the letter Becky? What made you this way? Why did your mum take her own life?"

Becky looked up at her eyes with so much vulnerability before slowly standing up and away from Freen.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about it. It's all just sinking in. And I'm scared what will happen once it does." The fear was evident in her voice.

She walked towards Freen, before taking one of her hands and placing the letter in it.

"Here. Read it."

"Becky‐-" "No read it. I want you to know everything." Becky said before starting to walk out.

"Where are you going?" Freen nervously asked. Her voice was shaking.

"Out. I need to clear my head."

"Becky, I don't think--" "I promise I won't do anything."

She looked into those green eyes and there was promise, understanding and much love.

"Please." Becky asked.

All Freen could do was nod and watch the woman she love walk out, God knows to where.

She sat down releasing a deep sigh preparing herself for the inevitable.

" My dear Becca,

By the time this letter reaches you I know I won't be with you anymore. And I know you will have a lot of questions. I ask you to be a little patient, cause the answers you seek are within.

I wish I could look at you now. My little girl is 21. I'm so proud of you my love. I hope you are still following your dream. And I hope to God that you had found someone worthy of you. I only want the best for you my dear. Like every mother does. I know you might be asking, how I choosing to leave you was the best. But trust me when I say this, I had my reasons.

Growing up, you knew you were different in so many ways than one from other children. Yet you never asked that question I dreaded the most. Why? Why am I different? I doubt I could have answered that then. But I have to answer now.

How can I look at my child and say I'm the reason you are different? I'm the reason you are suffering. I did this to you! Directly or indirectly I'm responsible for what happened to you. I'm sorry Becca. I'm not asking for forgiveness cause I dont deserve it. I tried to help you the best way I could. I taught you how to survive to the best of my abilities. And I'm proud of you cause you are not just surviving, you are thriving my dear.

But guilt is consuming, and it is taking a part of me as time passes. And doing what I'm about to do is the only way forward for me at this point. I'm really sorry for choosing to leave you yet again. I have nothing left in me to fight. I feel like I'm on the edge and that I could fall any moment.