Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 22

BECKY POV

Why had Freen left my ring? It was the only thing that kept going over and over again in my mind as I travel to Forks. Not finding her next to me when I woke up was enough, but for her to leave the ring, it made no sense. Did she not realise how much I loved her? Then it dawned on me. I had turned down a life with her. I guess that spoke in volumes. Alex had played me like a fiddle. Having to tell Freen I couldn't spend my life with him had made her doubt my love, pushing her straight into him fucking arms. I wanted to kill him, the smug, cocky bastard!

I wasn't giving up on her, not until she had that ring firmly on her finger. I would make a name for myself and sweep her off her feet before Alex had the chance to claim her. Freen wouldn't rush into a wedding. I knew her better than that. Freen loved me. My angel had told me that. Freen loved me.

oxoxoxoxo

"Sounding good boys," Garret smiled walking in with four coffees. "Becky, you need to check yourself out in these magazines. They are making even me fall in love with you."

I just gave Garret the finger and carried on playing my guitar. The girls and I had been working hard for over three months. I could hardly believe the album was nearly complete.

LA was incredible. It was the only word to describe it. Garret was one hell of a manager. We had spent last month supporting one of the largest rock bands in the world. Just that gig alone threw us into the limelight.

Our debut album was due for release in less than eight weeks. I was shaking at the thought of seeing it on the shelves.

"Becky," Saint called. "Take a break. You need to rest your voice."

"I don't mind doing one more round," I called. Seth just laughed at me, hitting her drums to start the song again. Saint rolled her eyes at Paul as she went into the song again.

I was a workaholic that was true, but I had a reason to be. I wanted the success. I wanted so much money that I could wipe the smug smile off that bastards face. One day soon I would be able to tell Freen the truth and my heart would be able to beat again. . . . .

oxoxoxo

"What a day," I breathed slouching on the couch in our rented mansion.

"Tell me about it," Saint laughed drinking a beer. Seth was taking a dip in the Jacuzzi outside.

"I can't believe the album is nearly done," Paul commented. "These months have gone so fast."

"Where are our beers, Saint?" I asked offended. "Has fame gone to your head already?" I teased.

"Fuck you, Armstrong," Saint laughed. "Your beers are in the fridge. I am going to see Alice in our room."

"Make sure you turn your music up, Saint." Paul yelled as Saint walked off. I had to laugh.

Garret liked keeping the band all under one roof. The mansion was large enough that we didn't invade each other's space. Even Mind and Nam were staying with us. We made her head of security. I wanted my buddy close. She was as much a part of this as everyone else. I had hoped Nam would be my connection to Freen, but even she had lost contact with her. Fucking Alex!

I was sat outside strumming my guitar when Mind came out to join me.

"Becky, do you ever stop." Mind rolled her eyes, looking at my guitar.

"It helps to relax me," I smiled still playing. I could tell Mind wanted to say something. She wouldn't normally just sit there watching me. "Say what is on your mind Em," I smiled turning to her.