Damn My Heart

Chapter 8

Freen's P.O.V.

It's already late at night and Becky is nowhere to be found. She said that she'd be late but this wasn't what I had in mind. Even Nam and Heng had left at about 6-7? maybe? And I'm left here alone with my thoughts again. P'Saint is trying his best to take us out of this situation as its not only affecting me but the whole IDOL FACTORY company as well. Honestly, I didn't even know how or why had this happened? But the question that bothered me the most was WHO? 

It had pained me to see people's reaction. I've always considered the Fandom as a family and this hurt. I shudder to think what could have happened had Becky not called? Had I not found her on my door minutes after our call. For a girl who claimed to hate me, she is doing a rather awful job of showing it. And right now...she is pissing me off! She had been gone since the morning and there had been no calls no messages nothing! I don't even know why I'm worried. 

The door clicks open and I look to see her entering quietly.

"About time." I say and almost make her jump. Well that was worth it! 

"God Sarocha you scared me!" she says one hand clutching her heart.
*Such a drama queen!*

"Well you kept me up. Where have you been?" I ask trying my best to mask the worry behind my words.

"Just.....attending to some business."

"That. Is the vaguest reply anyone had ever given me. And at least you could've called! Or left a message!"

I watch her as she moves around the living area, putting down her helmet, removing her shoes, taking a breath. She looks -- Nope....don't divert Sarocha. My eyes meet hers and she starts walking towards me with that idiotic grin on her face, 

"Don't tell me you were worried for Me Sweetheart.... and as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, I'd rather do it after a good bath if you don't mind Ms. Sarocha?" and she leaves me stumped as she makes her way to the room, leaving me with all sorts of weird feelings with just two words- 'sweetheart' and 'Ms. Sarocha'. This girl is going to be the death of me!

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As much as I hate how she's making me feel, I'm still worried and by the looks of it, it doesn't seem like she had eaten anything. So I made instant Ramen and take it to the room, slowly opening it with my foot while holding the tray in my hands. And I almost drop it.

"God Rebecca! Don't you have some clothes?" 

Because there she is, sitting on the bed scrolling her phone with nothing but a sports bra and a towel hanging low on her waist.

"Geez chill....Give me a minute." 

I turn around as she gets dressed.

"You can look you know...." she says and I swear to god I can feel the smirk on her face, even without looking.

"Just get dressed....The Ramen's getting cold."

I turn around and see her fully clothed, or as clothed as she can be with that tank top and shorts. I make my way to the bed and sit opposite her, handling her the bowl and taking one too. We eat in silence not talking and it doesn't feel uncomfortable. The 'talk' she wanted to have lay forgotten as we finished our dinner (if you can call it that) and got ready for bed.

THE NEXT MORNING.

My eyes open slowly at the ping on my phone. My nose instantly hits the smell of cinnamon and something spicy. Her scent. 

*Not again* I think as I pull myself away from her and pick my phone up only to see it getting bombarded with notifications. I open my twitter and see WHY. 
There's a video of Toh going viral by the second, and I don't mean it in a good way. He is sitting in some shabby kind of kitchen and looking right at the camera. 

Hello everyone, c-consider this my la-last video before I exit the Film Community. I'm here talk talk about a video of me and Freen Sarocha that went viral just a few days ago. And I'd like to - con-confess t-that it was no one but me who did that. I had the video shot by a friend for a long time purpose and want- wanted to bring her d-down. I- I was jealous and angry and in-- well it was my fault. I did this purposefully to bring the actress down. And I will be le-leaving the Film Industry -f-forever now.. Sorry Freen, If you are watching this...I'm sorry and I apologize to all the fans, hers and mine for I let everyone down. Goodbye.

*What? Toh?* I scroll down to see people's angry tweets at him and also there's this strange thing, the video of me and him is nowhere to be found. My emotions find me renderless as I try to absorb everything that just happened. Looking upon my past, I realized that maybe Toh and I didn't look eye to eye even during the time we dated, this was unexpected and it hurt. We had remained friends after. I could feel a tear escape  but there was this nagging feeling in my heart that the girl asleep in my bed may or may not have something to do with this. 

I get up and make my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I do my business and that's when I notice her jacket from last night hanging there and instinctively I reach out and find something hard and pointy in one of the pockets. I check them and find a knife, a small knife with a perfect grip and a slightly curved blade, but what really catches my attention is the reddish brown tint on it. It seems like someone had tried to wash it off but couldn't.

Something clicks in my head as I quickly take my phone out and scroll to find an article that read,

This was the last video of Toh Gemini since he went missing. The location was traced back to a shabby little cottage on the outskirts of Bangkok city but no trace of him was found. There was however evidence of his presence there including half eaten breakfast and most of all his phone.

*Holy jesus! Th-that's why it took her so long*

The revelation that the person outside this bathroom sleeping in MY bed might have been responsible for Toh Gemini's disappearance should have unhinged me, scared me but in all honesty, I kind of felt brave? Safe? And a little too happy to know a person is willing to go to such length for me. 

This act filled me with nothing but power, I felt powerful knowing I had someone like this. It felt like I'd just become invincible. Some may get scared knowing such details, but I revelled at it. As the high came down, I got sure of a few things.
1.Becky Rebecca Armstrong was not what she showed to the world.
2. And she was willing to go to any lengths for me.

And last that she must have had a solid reason for what she did in the past. Because if she did this? For me? Then I don't think she'd ever do anything deliberately to hurt me. Now, all I had to do was to make her tell me the truth. About everything. 

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Hey guys! I don't know if you'll like this or not....honestly I'd been having a rough day so its a short one.

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