Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 1: Busted

Author's note: Hi guys ;) how are you doing? A new storyyy, yeeeyy :D A converted one also, an amazing one at that. I read it a couple of years ago and liked it very much, and as i started to convert stories into FreenBecky i thought why not? 

So let's go, i hope you'll enjoy it.

I don't own anything. All rights goes to their rightful owners @

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The quiet summer night was disturbed by the loud squeal of brakes. The back door of the black jeep swung open sharply, instantly filling the street with noisy music, and from there, smiling widely, waving her arms, gesticulating a lot and greedily, then laughing, loudly and contagiously, a girl came out, or rather, she even fell out, almost falling on the gray dusty asphalt. She stood up, straightening her lopsided T-shirt. The music in the car was turned down.

"Next time we'll hang out at Ego. The path to the Saphire is now closed to us for a long time. Thank you, Char! You can only hope that you won't be found and you won't have to pay a huge bill for a trashed bar."

"Yes, just let them try! I will sue them for selling alcohol to minors!"

"Ha, you can, I have no doubt! Bye, girls, I love you" the brown-haired girl's hand touched her lips, sending an air kiss. A second later, the car took off and disappeared from sight with a noise.

With a leisurely gait, the girl approached the entrance of a rather prestigious high-rise building in the city, stood up, pressing her back against the cool brick wall. Just what you need after a hot, in every sense, night. The cool stone brought her to her senses. She raised her thin wrist to her face and twisted it a little, trying to catch a small stream of light coming from a lantern standing nearby. It was a quarter to five. The brunette pulled out a thin cigarette from her miniature purse, flicked the lighter, lit it, closing her eyes, with a high, greedily taking the first puff, the second, the third, and the unextinguished cigarette flew into the trash can.

Now the realization that her father was at home did not allow her to relax. The girl typed the code, the door immediately gave in, notifying her with a nasty single sound, and she entered a beautiful spacious hall. The huge, beefy security guard delicately greeted her with a head nod, smiling briefly at him, the girl headed towards the elevator, simultaneously taking out a small mirror and putting a mint Orbit into her mouth. Already standing at the door of the penthouse, she meticulously examined her face in the mirror, especially her eyes, stating that the unreasonable liveliness had passed, and scolding herself for giving in to temptation in the first place; after all, her father had arrived only three days ago after a very long absence , and she didn't want to upset him at all.

The brown-haired girl put the key in the keyhole and tried to turn it to the left, but in vain, the door did not open, and the reason for this was completely clear to her, the door was locked from the inside with a latch.

"Fuck, this is a setup" she cursed quietly, angrily hit the door with her palm and, sighing heavily, pressed the bell button. The door didn't opened right away, only about three minutes later the father appeared on the threshold, in rumpled dark blue pajamas, he squinted his eyes, getting used to the light.

"What time is it, Becca?" He looked at her with a frown.

"It seems like about three in the morning" taken aback by such a situation that she was being controlled like a child, she still decided to lie a little.

"I waited for you until half past two, I didn't go to bed, and I don't have the feeling that I've only been sleeping for half an hour" he took a couple of steps back, looked to the left, at the clock in the living room, his eyes widened in surprise "It's almost five, where have you been? in general, because your: 'I'll sit with the girls in the cafe' obviously took too long."

"Calm down, dad, we went to the club, warmed up a little, nothing reprehensible" Becky put her right palm forward, showing him to slow down "And anyway, can I go now, I'm a little exhausted."

"What did you drink?"

"What questions are these, dad, I'm 19 and I drank a glass of wine, maybe now you'll give me a curfew?" the girl began to quickly get wound up, and her father, realizing that he was going too far, retreated. At that same moment, Becky's phone vibrated in her back pocket, and she quickly pulled it out to read the message. Immediately on the floor, from the same pocket, a tiny plastic bag fell out, with a small blue pill in the corner. Frightened eyes instantly shot up at her father, who at that very second picked it up. At first he simply stood silently, looking from the girl to this ill-fated bag, but gradually, boiling, he was nevertheless bombarded with a loud stream of curses and reproaches.

Becky didn't want to listen to all this. It wasn't that she didn't care about her father, not at all, she just understood that now this angry tirade would not affect the outcome of events in any way. For more than three years now she has been left to her own devices. After the stunning success of his father's construction company, he had to move to New York, and the girl was now left in the care of her older brother. They had an excellent relationship, especially before, they spent a lot of time together, joked, fooled around, at times just talked, seriously, about life, about people. The success of the company left its mark here too, after the departure of his father, Heng took over the headquarters of Los Angeles and time to communicate with his sister became less and less. 

At 19, Becky was quite childish and spoiled, a second-year student at an architectural university, she was wasting her life as befits golden youth, not bothering herself with thoughts about the secrets of existence, and why, when you are the daughter of a far from poor man, and in your body young blood is seething, a thirst for adventure, impressions, new, completely different kinds, including forbidden ones, causing unsurpassed euphoria, painting the world with new bright colors, liberating, erasing existing boundaries. The girl already had a fairly clear idea of ​​how one drug differs from another and could vividly describe to a newcomer the wonders of its effects; she took it, not so often, but no longer extremely rarely.

Her father continued to yell, gesticulating emotionally, apparently he was very worried, she thought. Taking off her sandals, Becky walked past him into her room, he followed, not stopping for a second. She walked over to the table, took the headphones, and wrung them a little before putting them on.

"You're not listening to me at all, this is not a joke, Becca, you're ruining your life." She put on her headphones, but still didn't dare turn on the music, she just wanted to show that the conversation was over.

"Why are you acting like a child? What should I do with you?" the voice was already calm, caring.

"Come back."

"You know that I can't."

"Exactly, you can't, and I also can't and don't want to be a good girl, especially when everyone has no time to babysit me" after these words she turned on the music at full volume, Fransisca Hall - Until It Hurts, displacing it all extraneous thoughts.

Sighing hopelessly, the father left the room.

To Be Continued.....