Hidden

Chapter 30

Becky thought she was used to people hurting her, betraying her, breaking her heart. Her father, her mother, her adoptive parents, her boyfriend. She would think nothing would phase her anymore. But then came guilt. She was angry at herself for hurting Freen. For prolonging the affair. More than all of that, falling for her was like putting a nail in the coffin.

But she tried. She tried to set aside the past. She tried to give their love a chance. But Becky had eyes, she saw Freen was struggling. From what, she doesn't know. Every time she tried to talk, Freen would change the subject. It hurt. It hurt knowing the person she is in love with was suffering but yet not being able to do anything to ease the pain.

Then came the ultimate pain. Her father, the man she grew up calling Uncle Armstrong later becoming her adoptive father, the same man who crushed her dreams, the same man who was the reason for her running away from everyone and everything that she called home, asking for forgiveness. She thought she could forgive him, put everything behind and she did. But when the call came for one last chance to see him, or for him to see her, she couldn't. Whether it was because of hate or love, she still doesn't know. But she regrets the decision. She should have given him a chance. Freen said as much. She advised her to go back home. But Becky's stubbornness won.

She heard footsteps coming closer, there was a time when she would welcome the sound, the sound that once meant safety. But now all it brought was pain and tears.

"Becky." Freen stepped inside the room, Becky was curled up in her chair with an empty glass on the table and a half empty bottle of whiskey, "You've been drinking." It was an observation not a question, Freen knew it was a coping mechanism for Becky but that didn't mean it was a good one.

Becky grunted.

"Becky, I'm worried about you. Please just... just talk to me." Freen took a few steps towards the sad Armstrong, her movement slow, like she was walking towards a scared kitten.

"How does that work? I have to tell you everything that goes on with me while you won't?"

Freen just stood there, processing what she heard, "I'm... I'm sorry Becky if you felt that way. But there are some things that are really hard to talk about. To articulate in the right way."

"Then don't force me to talk either."

Freen gave up, if Becky didn't want to talk at least she could try giving her some physical comfort, she stepped up to Becky, getting ready to hug her.

"Don't." Becky stepped away, almost tripping as she did, "If... if you hug me now, I think I might actually have a breakdown. Please Freen just... just leave me alone." Becky turned her face away as the tears started streaming down her face and her shoulders shook despite her effort to stay still.

Freen's body screamed at her to reach out and comfort her, but she would always respect Becky's wishes. She turned to leave but not before telling her that Lyra fell asleep watching the movie with Freen and that she tucked her in.

Becky only gave a nod in response. She didn't trust her voice. She thought back to when she first built up her walls. Little four-year-old Becky, clutching that brown teddy bear to her chest, watching her parents going at each other, and one day where it all ended in a bloodbath, all right infront of her eyes. Walls that were slowly built with reinforced steel as she grew up in the cold Armstrong household. Walls that were slowly torn down after she met Freen. But now those walls were quickly closing in and suffocating her.

She took another gulp of the drink and set down the empty glass with a little more force than necessary as she bowed her head to look at the three smiling faces in the photograph placed on her table. Her family, her heart seized.

A/N : Guys check out my new story "Falling For My Killer" If you like enemies to lovers dynamic with some added spice.