From Hunter to Guardian: Protect the CEO Freenbecky g!p

Chapter 13: Is It a Date?

Becky's POV

Present

It was morning when I woke up, the memories of the night before lingering at the edges of my mind. I headed down to the dining room. "Huh, Freen's not here yet," I muttered to myself. "Usually, she's already up and drinking her iced tea by this time."

"But, I guess she was exhausted because of last night," I reasoned aloud, though a nagging feeling in the back of my mind told me something was off. Unable to shake the unease, I decided to head to Freen's room and knock on the door.

"Freen? You awake yet?" I called out, knocking gently on her door. The silence that followed only intensified my worry.

I turned the knob and found it unlocked. Pushing the door open, I saw a figure standing on the balcony, gazing out at the morning view.

"Freen? Why didn't you answer my knock?" I asked, stepping into the room and making my way toward the balcony.

Just as I was about to walk closer, she turned around, and I froze in my tracks. The sight before me shocked me to the core. It was Freen, but something felt off. The figure smiled at me, but it was a cynical, unsettling smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Freen?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I stared at the figure before me, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and confusion.

She smiled cunningly, her demeanor unsettlingly composed. "Ah, is that you, Ms. Armstrong?" she said in a tone that sent a chill down my spine.

I froze in place, the blood draining from my face. "W-who are you?!" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with fear and confusion.

She chuckled darkly, her laughter sending a cold shiver down my spine. "To make it easy for you to understand..." Without warning, she pointed a gun directly at me. Instinctively, I stepped back in fear, my heart pounding in my chest.

She laughed a cruel sound that chilled me to the bone. "I'm the true Phonoi, God's hand of judgment, and today, your judgment will come!" Her words struck fear into my heart as I realized the gravity of the situation.

She tightened her grip on the gun."You're in my way, a mere pest," she spat, her voice laced with contempt. "Freen was stupid enough to be swayed by you." Her words cut through me like a knife, fueling a mixture of fear and anger within me.

"So now, I have to get rid of you, so we can finally finish what we started," she continued, her voice cold and menacing.

She was about to pull the trigger when suddenly, she let out a scream of pain, interrupted mid-sentence. "You—" Her voice was cut off abruptly, and I turned to see what had caused her distress.

The figure held its head in agony, cursing between clenched teeth. "Fuck off, will you, you fucking stupid—" She stammered, her voice strained with pain as she struggled to speak.

It was a risky move, perhaps even foolish, but I couldn't stand idly by. Without thinking, I ran to her and embraced her tightly, holding her close despite the danger. "I'm here, Freen. Please," I whispered urgently, hoping to reach the real Freen buried beneath the facade.

She fell silent, and I heard her voice, weak and strained. "B-Becky?" she whispered, confusion evident in her tone, her body was trembling in fear.

I gently held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. It was Freen, the real Freen, staring back at me with confusion and fear. Without hesitation, I pulled her into another embrace, holding her tightly. "It's okay, Freen, I'm here," I whispered, my voice filled with reassurance. "You're safe now, all right?"