tell the world that i love you (FreenBecky )

Part 15

Becky's phone had been ringing constantly, but she remained unbothered in her deep sleep. The night had been long, and the drive back to her apartment had taken its toll, leaving her exhausted.

Lisa, who was sleeping beside her, finally reached out for Becky's phone, disturbed by the continuous ringing.

"Bec, your manager is calling. Please pick up, I still want to sleep, and this is bothering me," Lisa urged, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. Becky groaned in response, reluctant to wake up.

"Just five more minutes," she mumbled, trying to buy a bit more time.

"She's been calling a thousand times now. Just pick up the phone, maybe it's important," Lisa urged, nudging Becky to take the call.

Becky finally answered the phone without checking the caller ID, still half-asleep.

"Hello?" she mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep.

"Oh, thank god you picked up! I was having a panic attack here with everything going on and you not picking up. I thought I might pass out," her manager's voice sounded urgent and concerned.

"What happened, Pbear?" Becky asked, now fully awake and sitting up in bed, a sense of unease creeping in.

"There might be a slight problem, Bec," her manager hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

Becky's heart raced as she braced herself for the news.

"What is it?"

"There are a few stories circulating online about you from last night's party. It seems there are photos leaked of you with a couple of men. The agency is not happy about this, and they want you to address it," her manager explained, her tone serious.

Becky's mind immediately went to Freen, the love of her life. She couldn't bear the thought of her misunderstanding the situation.

"And I suggest you avoid checking the internet. It's not looking good," her manager advised, concern evident in her voice.

"I-I need a moment, Pbear," Becky stammered, her mind racing with worry.

"Okay, sure. Call me back as soon as you can. I'll handle things on my end," her manager replied before ending the call.

As Becky glanced at her phone, she saw missed calls and messages from those close to her, including Freen, her heart sinking at the thought of her girlfriend's potential reaction. With trembling hands, she opened her Twitter and was met with a headline that shattered her world. 

'Rebecca Armstrong, seen with two men, far from innocent.'

Panic and worry washed over Becky as she realized the gravity of the situation unfolding before her. She knew she had to act quickly to address the rumors and salvage her reputation, especially with Freen's trust hanging in the balance.

As Becky opened her social media accounts, the flood of hateful comments cut deep, each word like a dagger to her heart.

"I now understand why Freen has someone else. Becky's true colors as a playgirl are showing."

"Shame on you, Becky."

"You should hide in shame, you're disgusting."

"Freen deserves better than you, Becky."

"You're a disgrace, Becky."

"Thank goodness Freen never acknowledged anything about them."

"You're nothing but a slut.""

Always throwing yourself at any man. Disgusting."

"Bitch."

The vicious comments related to Freen hit Becky like a ton of bricks, her eyes welling up with tears.