Damn My Heart

Chapter 3

Becky's P.O.V.

It was a day off from all the press interviews and fan-service and stuff. So, I woke up a bit late, hit the gym and caught up on my studies. It was late in the evening when I took a break and got up to fetch a bottle of water. I didn't plan on it but instinctively I checked today's mails only to find a few monthly taxes and advertisements and a letter from the lawyers......

This can't be good, I hesitated but ripped open the mail nonetheless. As soon as I read the contents, I wished I hadn't opened it, or even checked the mail. It brought back memories from the past, memories I'd rather forget than relive them, but alas now that this was right in front of me, my mind couldn't stop but go back to that night, the night that made me.....unhinged.

Nope. I cannot be alone right now.

So without thinking much, I grabbed a jacket, wallet and my bike's keys and went out to a nearest bar.

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Honestly? I had no idea if this was my 5th drink or 6th? or even 7th? All that I knew was that the more it went inside me, the more I was able to keep the brewing storm of memories at bay.. So it took me a moment to realize someone had taken the otherwise empty seat at the bar,

"Can I buy you a drink?" a male voice said.

Looking up I saw a guy around my age, kind of good looking but not too good smiling at me.

I didn't say anything. The last thing I want is to be in a "man's" company. I needed quite.

He took it as a fucking yes and ordered the waiter who brought our drinks in no time.

*Well wouldn't hurt to have a drink with someone* and I downed my scotch. Feeling the slight burn all the way from my tongue to the stomach. *At least he has taste*

"I'm Kirk, by the way." he said with that toothy smile of his.

"Rebecca" I said, not revealing my full name.

"I don't know much around here, but would you like to go somewhere with me Rebecca?"

Woah that was bold. Especially with his hand rubbing my thigh.

"No thanks. I'm not interested." I said sternly clearly pushing away his hand and standing up. I paid the waiter and left as soon as I could. A person can't even drink without being groped. As soon as I thought that things were okay, I felt a hand on my back deliberately going from up to down and looking back there was none other than fucking Kirk!

"Hey..back off dude. I said no!" I said as calmly and as slowly as I could almost tripping when he caught me and held me close. I was trying to struggle out but he was way to big for me.

"Come on sweetheart. I bet you'll have the most amazing nights of your life. Come with me." he said with a mad glint in his eyes. 

I was still struggling wishing I had brought my purse in which I kept my mini gun.

But before I could do anything I heard a grunt from the man's mouth as his grip on me loosened. We both looked back to see who was the other person and my eyes connected with those honey brown eyes......

Freen's P.O.V.

"If she says No then it means a fucking NO!" I said before punching him in the face. A crak resonating the air clearly indicating a broken nose. He got up and tried to catch me but then I ducked and kicked his guts that made him double up and cough blood out before he tried to make a run for it.

"Oh hell no! You are not going anywhere..." I grabbed him by his collar and took him to the brown eyed woman. I kicked him in the shins as he kneeled in pain in front of her.

"Apologise"

He looked back and forth between us and decided what was best for him,

"I- I'm so-sorry.... Rea- really sorry. Let me go p-please..." he said before getting up and running away.

"You alright?" I looked up at her... drunk and terrified.  I walked up close to her before her knees gave away and I caught her in my arms.

*Damn it!*

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We were at my condo because I did not know her current address and I had just laid her onto the bed before walking away when I felt a hand tightening across my wrist...

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry Freen. I don't want to.....b-but your dad...and m-Mon...I'm s-sorry..." she mumbled as her face looked like as if it was holding the most pain in the world. A drop of tear escaped her eye before falling onto the pillow. 

There was nothing I could do or say. Her words had left me stunned and my mind had a million questions. 

Once she was asleep I unhooked our hands and went to the couch.

Lying down I recalled all the words she had spoken, as much as I hated her, the pain her face showed seemed genuine and excruciating. I didn't know why I had followed when she left the bar and why my mind had filled me with fury when I saw the guy forcing himself on her. Usually she was capable of handling idiots like him but even as she walked out the bar, her state didn't seem too good. Now, after bringing her back to my home and hearing those words has me unhinged. It was clear she was apologizing, and it had to do everything with the 'incident'  but what I didn't get was how Mon fit into the scene? 

Mon was Becky's younger sister. Their father and mother had separated when she was a child . They were raised by their mother alone and had immense love and support. The one thing I love about them was this, this unwavering love and support and care for each other. It was something I never had in my family. Constant fights that's all I remember from the old days. 

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Becky's P.O.V.

I squinted my eyes upon feeling the ray of sunshine hitting my face. 

*How long had I been sleeping?* I thought groggily as I opened my eyes. A few distorted seconds later, the realization hit as the surrounding looked unfamiliar. I looked under the sheets and found myself in some night clothes a little too big for me, and then a sharp headache made way as I tried getting up. Looking at the side table I say a glass of water upon a piece of paper with a medicine on it. The paper read,

"FOR THE HANGOVER."

Even though I shouldn't take a random pill at a stranger's house I just woke up in, something told me it was safe. After all  the bed beside me looked unslept in. I took the medicine and walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.

Yeah this definitely helped.

I walked back into the living room and saw a familiar blanket spread over the sofa. The yellow one with different dogs made over it.

*Oh fuck no-----* 

I just slept in Freen Sarocha's condo.

Hi people! Sorry for the late update. Kinda busy with my upcoming exams next week. Hope you enjoy the story. Stay healthy and stay hydrated!

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