Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 19

Becky POV

It hurt like hell. I had to admit it. Being set upon by two twats from behind with no way to defend myself was fucking tough. I could still feel them kicking me in the ribs over and over as I lay on the ground, defenceless. If Mind hadn't come out to see where I was I knew I would have been in a worse state than I was now. I however had Freen. She was my drug that would take all the pain away. I was pissed I was in the hospital as she offered to kiss me better because fuck, I would have loved to take her up on that offer. My girl stayed with me until the early hours. I knew she loved me even though she couldn't tell me. I was hoping one day I would drive her that crazy, she would scream it while I made love to her. I was determined to make her say it. How else could I steal her heart away from the posh twat trying to claim her as her own? I only had so much time left, but I wasn't giving up on her - on us.

I told the rest of the girls to go and get some rest not long after Freen went. I wasn't going to die any time soon. They all looked shattered. I knew the doctor was going to give me the all clear later, so I would be home by dinner time.

I lay on the bed trying not to move too much. My ribs felt like they had splinters sticking out of them.

I must have fallen asleep for a little while. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't the only person in the room.

I stared at the guy sat in the chair next to my bed, trying to think where I had seen her face before, then it all clicked. My attack last night didn't feel like an accident all of a sudden.

"Hello Becky. It is Becky isn't it?" The man asked, leaning back on the chair.

"Can I help you?" I glared. "I think you may have the wrong room."

"Oh no, Becky, I am sure I have the right room." He smirked. "How are you feeling? Are you in much pain?"

"I'll live," I glared at her.

The guy stood up looking down at me. "Trust me, if I had my way, you wouldn't be here. You would be six feet under."

"Is that a threat?" I spat.

"I don't like people touching my things, Becky."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I laughed. "Are you sure you have right room?"

"You leave Freen alone, do I make myself clear!" Now we were getting somewhere. Mr Posh twat was trying to claim her territory. Well, if she wanted a fight, she had one. I wasn't giving Freen up. Even if she broke every bone in my body, I wasn't letting her go.

"You're worried about a little competition from a penniless barwoman like me?" I sniggered. "Come on Alex, you can't be serious. You really think Freen would be interested in someone like me? Freen Chankimha is a beautiful woman, but totally out of my league."

"Cut the bull shit. I know you two have been seeing each other." Fuck, now this was serious. "I want you to stay away from her, do you understand me. Freen is mine!"

"I didn't think she belonged to anyone yet, Alex," I yelled angry.

"Don't mess with me, Becky. I'm not the sort of person you want to cross."

"Are you fucking threatening me?" I yelled sitting up. "If you are, I will wipe that grin right of your face with my fist."

"I know Freen has feelings for you," Alex smirked. "And you are going to turn her down if she picks you over me."

"Like hell I will. If Freen picks me I am marrying her to keep her from assholes like you," I snarled. "How does it feel, knowing the poorer man might have won, Alex?"

"He hasn't," Alex grinned. "Becky, Freen has no choice but to marry me, it's what our two families want. It's always been our fate. You however have her life in your hands. Will Freen have a happy marriage or one from hell?"