Damn My Heart

Chapter 16

Freen's P.O.V.

I woke up at the sound of my phone pinging non stop. Becky's hand was around me so I slowly lifted it up so as not to wake her and reached for my phone. There were some messages from an unknown number. I opened up the chat and read the messages, my chest tightening uncomfortably with each message.

Unknown: Stay away from Rebecca.
Unknown: You don't want the world to know about you two right?
Unknown: At least not this way....
Unknown: *image*
Unknown: *image*
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A dozen or so messages with a total of 5 pictures of me and Becky together,  kissing in public, hugging, holding hands, on date...and then there came another image, the one that made me go pale. It was an image from last night, Becky on top of me, straddling and kissing my torso. It wasn't a clear image but it was clear enough to recognise the people in the picture.

Unknown: Consider this a warning.

I sat on my bed and looked at the phone for a solid 5 minutes contemplating everything. I loved her and I'd not let her go through this sort of thing. I knew how it felt like. First there was Toh and now this person? The gates must be strongly against us.

I knew what I had to do.
I looked over at Becky's sleeping form as she lay on her stomach, her face tilted to the side. She looked absolutely peaceful like this and I knew she might hate me for the rest of her life. But this was for the best.

After a lot of contemplation I got up and showered. My tears mixing with the cold water.

For the next half an hour, I packed a few essentials as quietly as possible. Despite everything, I'd hate to see her in this state even if I so much wanted to talk to her for one last time. Once, all was done I picked up a paper and pen and wrote down a letter for her and walked out the room with one last look at my lover.

I put the letter on the table and walked out the house only looking back to whisper *I'm sorry* and wipe a tear before driving away.

Becky's P.O.V.

I woke up as the sun hit my face and my hand made its way to pull Freen over but ... I found nothing. My eyes suddenly opened and I looked over to see the half of her bed made.

*Huh...guess she woke up early* I though and started walking to the kitchen thinking that maybe she's making breakfast even though I couldn't help the nagging feeling in my heart that said there was something wrong. The house felt strangely eerie and empty. As expected there was no one in the kitchen. Not a trace. The first wave of panic started hitting me and my eyes searched the whole house for a trace of soft body and brown eyes. Upon rounding back to the living room, my eyes fell upon the neatly folded paper on the table, not at all helping the dreading feeling. I opened it up immediately recognising the cursive scrawl of her.

Don't try to find me. There's been....something happened. I received threats and I don't want you to go through what I had gone through. I truly love you and you've been the best thing that ever happened to me and it'd kill me if I let you go through this.
                                           Love.
                                           Freen :)

It was at the end of the letter that I felt the first tears streaming down my face. She was gone. She left me because someone threatened her to. That admission brought another feeling along with the grief. Rage. Pure. Unfiltered rage.

I picked my phone and called my brother.

Me: Hey Richie. Guess what? Freen's gone. All because the fucking bastard threatened her in my name.