Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 20: Illusions

I leave the bathroom, the shower, as expected, brought me to my senses, relieved the tension caused by the flight. It's amazing how calming water can be, flowing warmly over your body. I go into my room, drying my wet hair with a towel, for obvious reasons my bag is lying open on the floor, I glance at the contents, sensing something is wrong. The calm that had come instantly evaporates. My heart stops for a second, giving way to a sharp, all-consuming fear, then accelerates to the limit, as if it wants to break through my chest. God, what an idiot I am! How could I forget about it! I am afraid not for myself, but more for Freen. My eyes quickly scan the room in search. In vain. At that moment I hear quick footsteps approaching from behind, I take a deep breath, anticipating an unpleasant conversation.

"What is it, Becca?" Father nods at the open album, his voice a little tense, but overall quite calm.

"So it's me. Doesn't it look like it?!" I quipped, angry at the very fact that he opened it, even though I had allowed him to get into my bag, he had no right to rummage through my things.

"I see that it's you. Why the hell are you posing naked?" His feigned calm was beginning to crack at the seams.

"I'm a grown-up woman, Father, I can pose however I want!" I snapped, not wanting to justify myself at all.

"Becca, I may be old, but that doesn't make me a blind fool. I watched you cooing at the airport and on the plane, wondering how close you had become to each other, but this" he angrily pointed his finger at the album "this doesn't seem to be the closeness I had in mind" He paused, perhaps waiting for my excuses, but I remained silent "Wake up, Becca! She's a woman. This is not normal. This is contrary to established relationship norms" It seemed his gaze was ready to drill through me "Damn Freen Sarocha, she solves one problem for me and then adds another" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"What another? My orientation? Is that a problem? Freen has nothing to do with it! I am who I am!" I was starting to scream.

"What are you like? You are 19, Becca! Your life principles, morals, preferences are just forming. What is between you? Relationship, sex?"

This question stumped me, firstly, I had no arguments in favor of protecting our connection, secondly, I did not want to discuss the details of our relationship with my father, especially those of an intimate nature.

"I love her. Evrything is more than serious" The words burst out of me, bypassing the brain, which so diligently denied this fact. Born in the heart, they splashed out in a wave of sincerity, surprising even me with their significance. But it seems that only me.

"God. Becca. Don't talk nonsense" He instantly devalued such an important confession for me "Look at yourself, you are any guy's dream! It's about new sensations again, in my opinion you got them in full in Los Angeles. I've had enough. You're moving to New York" His tone, as usual, did not tolerate objections, having finished speaking, he turned around to leave.

"Dad. Please. I don't want to go there. I really care about this relationship, I swear I won't use anymore, just don't take me away from here" I begged, knowing that everything could still be fixed before my father finally got the idea of ​​me moving in his head.

He chuckled "a relationship? What kind of relationship can there be between Houston and Los Angeles?"

I looked at him blankly, waiting for an explanation.

"So she didn't tell you?" His triumphant voice finally threw me off balance "Freen is leaving for Houston, I'm appointing her as the head of the branch. It's a matter of weeks."