Damn My Heart

Chapter 1

Becky's P.O.V

"Okay cut!" the director shouted, and Becky got up from over Freen as soon as she heard him. They have been shooting for their upcoming project, The Loyal Pin and it was a scene where she had to almost kiss Freen, in the backseat of the car with mist clinging to the windows. Sparing no time Freen too jumped up and opened the door for a much needed air.

"Good work girls" the director said.

"Yeah.. are we done for the day?" Becky asks.

"Yep! Ya'll can go home and we'll send you tomorrow's schedule before midnight." he says.

Becky has been clear when she said that she did not want to work with Freen but that didn't stop the director from pestering her for months before she finally obliged on one condition, she did not want to be left alone with her in the same room ever. Of course it was nothing for him and they signed the contract. He never asked why, but everyone on the crew knew there was something between the co-stars and neither of them was happy in each other's vicinity.

Becky changed and got out of the set to her motorbike, a Harley Davidson, and with the leather jacket and red blond hair of hers? It was a sight that could melt even the tips of icebergs in the Antartica. She turned on the engine and drove ahead and what she was not ready for...was Freen standing on a dark street with her car parked and open on the side of the road, helpLessly looking into it's engine with the flashlight of her phone. Now, if it were any other circumstances, Becky wouldn't have given a thought but it was mostly dark and Freen was particularly alone. If anything, she would have wanted nothing more than to let her be, but her instinct got better of her as she pulled over her bike,

"What's the matter?" she asked removing her helmet.

Freen turned around and seemed stunned to hear the voice anywhere other than work,

"What does it matter to you?" Freen retorted, clearly not happy.

"Well for starters, you're my co-actor and it would be bad if something happened to you, So..."

Becky walks towards Freen and takes a peek to the car's engine. It was a lost cause. The engine had overheated and would probably take hours before the car starts. She turns to Freen and says,

"Well seems like it's not gonna move for another few hours..."

"Oh thank you for your insight! As if I didn't know that already"

"Then why are you still here?"

"None of your business, but I'm trying to book a taxi, but the network here is just damn bad!"

Becky looked at her phone, she was right. It would be a miracle if she could call a taxi and it was late....and cold. She had a thought that she immediately dismissed. She looked over to the woman standing there, in a black trouser and a casual white shirt carelessly tucked in, the top two buttons open revealing her chiseled collarbone.

*Damn it!* she thought.

"Come on, I'll drop you home." she said before she could lose her resolve.

Freen turned her head sharply and looked her right in the eye as if she had just cracked a joke or something,

"As if.... I'd rather be here alone..."

"You'll see the sunrise here if you don't listen." Becky said with an irritated tone but Freen stayed put, not moving even an inch.

*Why do you have to be so stubborn* she thought before she walked up to her. Close enough so that she could smell her fragrance,

"How about I promise not to kill you?" Becky says with a smirk.

"As if I would trust you!"

Becky swore not to indulge with her the next time, but right now she needed this girl to move and she was getting angry. So she stepped closer, closer than necessary. She could now feel her breath on her, she leaned in and whispered into Freen's ear,

"Come with me."

Freen's P.O.V

It was the chilly air, she kept reminding herself as the girl in black leather jacket stopped the bike in front of her condo. She got off and as soon as she turned around, she heard the driver already driving away.

*What the--* she thought as she stomped into her house. Switching on the lights, she went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and dropped onto the couch. After a few sips, she closed her eyes but her mind wandered to places it did not belong, back to that empty street where they had been bickering. Especially to the moment when Becky had unexpectedly stepped uncomfortably closer to whisper in her ear, and she had obliged.

*I did not have any other option* she finally thought and got up to take a shower.

.......................

It was during the shower when she remembered why she had started hating Becky, the cold drops taking her back to that dark night,

(..........)

"Becky don't....please...." her voice quivered at the loading of the gun.

It was one of those nights when they had spent the entire day together, lying in each others' arms. It was after the family dinner at Sarocha's when she had gotten up to bring the dessert and upon returning, had found Becky on top of her father; a gun pointed at his head.

They had been together almost a year, and her family loved Becky, and Becky loved them. So the scene in front of her did not make any sense.

"Stay out of it babe" she had whispered with a shaky voice.

"He's my father! How can you ask me to stay out of it?" Freen practically shouted at her.

Becky looked up at her face, the face she had grown to love despite her best efforts. Despite trying so hard not to because she knew this day would come.

"I'm sorry......but I need to do this." she had said before pulling the trigger.

(..........)

Freen opened her eyes as hot tears trailed down her cheek. They had been lovers once and despite her best efforts, she could do nothing to get Becky behind bars for the Armstrong name still had it's effects. It wasn't as if Becky hadn't come back to explain, but Freen had rightfully ignored her.

Yet she couldn't stop thinking to that night back everyday, she had seen something flitter across Becky's eyes. Pain.....for a brief second and today too, when she had stopped to help her.

*How could someone so reckless care about a girl's wellbeing, especially when they hated her?*

With that thought, she pulled the curtains and went to bed.