Forbidden Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19

Human life is made of choices. Yes or no. In or out. Love or hate. To be brave or to be a coward. To fight or give in. Live or die. Between all these choices, the only thing that we can’t control is death. As for the rest, we’re the ones able to change the story.

But every choice is always a struggle. Maybe death is easier. But when you are in charge of your choices, choosing sometimes it’s harder than we think.

Becky is down in trauma, examining a patient, and as she walks to the bins to throw away her gloves, someone walks up to her.

“Rebecca?”

Despite all the years, Becky would recognize that voice anywhere with her eyes closed. She turns around with a small frown and a hint of anger starting to grow inside of her.

Why was her dad standing there?

He smiles weakly, not really knowing how to approach her, but he tries. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

It might seem rude and insensitive, but Becky has never been delicate when it comes to people who hurt her. Specifically her dad. She gets inevitably hostile.

“I..I needed to see you. To talk to you.”

“Me?” Becky's voice squeals a bit. “Have you been in hibernation or something? It’s been ten years since you talked to me.”

“I know, I know.” He lowers his head in embarrassment. “But I was hoping you could hear what I have to say.”

“I can’t, I’m busy.” She takes the pile of charts on the desk and gives him one last glance. “Don’t come here again. I don’t want Richie to see you and get upset.” She starts to walk away, but then he speaks again.

“Where’s your mother?”

Becky has to keep herself from screaming at him right there. How did he not know?

“My mother?” She scoffs and presses her lips together in frustration. “My mother is down in a clinic fighting life or death. Why am I surprised that you don’t even know about it? You’re a total stranger.” She bursts out.

His face was covered with a grimace of pain and confusion. “I’m-I’m so sorry...”

“Yeah, I get a lot of sorries these days.” She didn’t know this could be so painful. That seeing her father after ten years would make her feel so small and scared.

“Go away.”

She walks towards the elevator and starts pressing the button urgently. Once she’s inside, she starts feeling the walls closing up around her. Suddenly, the air is too little, and breathing seems to be too difficult.

As she steps outside the elevator, she moves rapidly in the hallway to find somewhere to calm herself down.
Her throat starts feeling dry and tighter. As she turns around the corner, she rushes into the first on call room and slams the door.

But she didn’t see Freen walking right towards her and noticing her in distress. She instantly walks into the room, finding Becky sitting on the floor, desperately trying to breathe.

She kneels down next to her and places a hand on Becky's chest.“Becky? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t..” She tries to talk, but she keeps missing air. “I..can’t breathe.”

“Look at me. Focus on the sound of my voice. Just focus on the sound of my voice. Breathe with me.”

She keeps breathing heavily for a while, but then she slowly starts to calm down, and her breathing goes almost back to normal. She meets Freen's tender gaze again. And the girl doesn’t hesitate a moment to wipe a tear off of her cheek.