"Freen..FREEN" Becky was shouting in the phone, as she didn't hear Freen anymore.
"Becca, i'll call you back" it was Nam
"No, Nam, what's wrong. Tell me, please"
"Freen is unconcious, Becca, it's not the time" Nam said and ended the call
All the color drained from Becky's face. Her breath quickened "Freen is unconcious" ringing in her head. "It's all my fault" she grabbed her hair in despair "It's my fault". Without waiting another minute she sat behind the wheel of her destroyed car to drove to Freen's. The driver of the truck that hit her started to shout, swearing, saying that Becky needed to compensate the demage and that he will sue her, but Becky didn't think about the consequences, she could deal with them later. Now the important think is to find Olivia, and to do that, she needed to go to Freen's first and decide what to do after.
She was driving fast, not bothering about the fines that will arrive later, not bothering about her destroyed car, not bothering about the blood that was sliding down from her eyebrow.
Ten minutes later she was already in front of Freen's house. She got out of the car and hurried to the door. Opening it she noticed Freen, sitting on the couch, with tears in her eyes and Nam, who was sitting next to her, trying to comfort her.
"Freen.." Becky whispered, running to her and kneeling in front of the girl, taking Freen's had in hers "I'm so sorry, baby" she started to cry, unable to control her tears
"Bec.." Freen whispered, taking the brunette's face in her "you're bleeding" she caressed her eyebrow, making Becky wince a little "What happened to you?"
"Don't worry about me, babe, it's nothing"
"NO IT'S NOT" Freen screamed, standing up from her sitting place. "OLIVIA WAS KIDNAPED, AND YOU'RE BLEEDING, BECCA, IT'S NOT NOTHING" she continued to scream "come here" she said more gently, taking Becky's face in her hands again, examining the wound "Nam, please, bring first aid kit" she started to caress Becky's cheeks, tears were running down her own cheeks.
"Babe, I'm okay, i promise" Becky whispered, taking Freen's hand, that were on her cheeks, in her hands "please, don't cry, we'll find Livie, i promise. Do you trust me?"
Freen closed her eyes, nodding a few times "Yes" she said, nearly choking.
Nam brought the first aid kit and put it in the coffee table. Freen grabbed Becky's hand, pushing her a little to the couch, signaling that the latter should sit down. She took the peroxide and a piece of cotton, and soaked it with the substance. She gently started to carres the wound with it, carefully, not to hurt the brunette. Becky winced from a little burning she felt on her eyebrow, her head was spinning and aching, it seems like the adrenaline washed out of her, and now she could clearly feel the consequences of the events on herself. She was looking at Freen, without taking her eyes off her. Her beloved brown eyes now reflected sadness and despair.
"No..yes.. YES, how many times do i have to repeat?" Nam's voice was heard from the kitchen, she was talking to the police, letting them know about the situation "No, they didn't call...yet" she looked sideways to Freen and Becky, continuing the conversation. "I'll call you in a few minutes, to tell you the details" and with that she hung up.
She came back to the living room, sighing deeply. Freen already finished patching Becky's eyebrow, and now they were sitting silently, hands in each other's.
"Becca, now you will tell us what happened, and how the fuck did you let that bastard take Livie" she asked rather rudely
"Nam!" Freen's voice was more like a warning
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Learning To Trust Again
FanfictionFreen Sarocha is a 24 years old talented painter who's life took an unexpected turn when she was 20years old. From a lively and smiley girl she became an introvert. Having overcome a deep depression, she resumed her work and began to paint again. S...
