THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 27

Becky's pov.

I cleared my throat, yet again. "Were you close to your family?"

I couldn't even anticipate how much of a catalyst the question would turn out to be. It was just like a chemistry experiment that I had faint recollections about from middle school, where water speedily evaporates on being exposed to heat. Any visible traces of amusement, too evaporated from Freen's honey eyes almost immediately, as they hardened into cold stones.

Silence perpetuated the room for a good minute of two. The iciness in Freen's eyes battled the wariness in mine for a finite moment. "Is that one of your standardized questions too?" Freen's voice was stripped off of all the playfulness that it previously held.

"Tell me about your family," Ignoring yhe ominous change in her affect, I repeated my question in a tone slightly more heavier than before, to assert my firm resolve.

"No," Freen leaned forward suddenly, "My turn." She stared straight into my eyes, caging me like a trapped animal. "You tell me about your family."

I stilled in my seat. Had Freen threathened to break out of her chains and chop my body uo into tiny little pieces, even then, I wouldn't have possibly been so wrecked.

My family. Freen was asking about my family. Immediately, I was cut out of my consciousness, thrown back into an achromatic sequence from my childhood. A familiar enigmatic laugh suddenly rang in my subconsciousness. It was all back. Back to get me.

"Come on now, Rebecca. As much as I desperately wish we did, we don't have all day."

"Please," I paused, blinking as I felt a liquid starting to pool in my eyes. "Freen."

My heart had almost dilated at my own mouth articulating Freen's name. It felt almost like a change of aura. Freen's eyes flickered to mine. Even under the dimmer ceiling lights, as captivating her eyes were, they were ferocious. Freen inclined her shoulders, drawing herself forward.

I could reckon a faint scent, almost as of an ocean breeze. Freen Chankimha smelled like a cool ocean breeze.

"Careful there, Rebecca."

Her voice sliced the air. It was a warning marvelled in subtlety.

"I might start thinking it's you that should be in my place."

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A/N: guys I must remind you this is not a romance (kinda) it is mostly thriller and mystery and it's a slow burn. So please be patient with this. Vote? Comment? Follow? See yaa<3