THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 40

Becky's pov.

Freen ran her tongue across the bottom lip unconsciously, messing my equations up in a way no person ever could have. I hated myself for finding anything complimentary about her as a killer at the moment.

"I hate you." I said quietly. I expected Freen to grin maddeningly, or even counter back with a coy answer. Nothing. Nothing, but silence perpetuated in space.

"Can I ask why?" Freen said finally, her poise calm, too calm.

I snorted, "Besides the obvious?"

Freen nodded, "Besides the obvious." She peered into my eyes for a second, somehow making it seem like forever. "What makes you hate me Rebecca?" Freen's voice was unusually quiet, as if she wasn't speaking to me, but the atmosphere that surrounded us.

Hate?

Out of all the personal and prodding questions Freen Chankimha had asked me, this is the one that had caught me off guard, truly. Hate was a strong word, yes. But of course I hated Freen. I have to. I do.

Freen was nothing but a disgusting murderer. The only feeling I ought to have felt was disgust. Of course I hated her. But did I?

I glimpsed at Freen, who gazed back at me emptily. Even if I put the killings aside for a comical second, it didn't really change things a whole lot.

Freen was infuriating, sadistic even. Awfully charming. Everything I'd expect from a psychopath. She'd exasperated me since day one, her mood swings no better than strikes of a hot, burning whip. But she'd hit a nerve when she brough up....I swallowed, letting my sight fall back into my lap, on my fidgety hands. My attention was only swerved when the door was opened, creaking loudly.

"Good evening Miss." The doctor from the day before entered with a visibly fatigued look on his face. "I'm sorry to have to cut this session short, but we need to run some urgent tests on Ms. Chankimha." He spoke with pursed lips. "You can resume next week."

I was left confused, but also thankful in a way, therefore not questioning it like I otherwise would have. I plainly nodded, rising up to quickly collect my things, not being able to gather the courage to at Freen again.

Every thought from before prevailed in my mind, making full circles of culmination. I muttered a small goodbye to no one in particular, before walking out with a muddled mind.

I hatw Freen Chankimha. That's the sane thing to do here. My ego was resolute, there was no way I could have any sort of positive feelings towards a sick killer who gutted women. But Freen's mentally ill. It's not entirely her who commits the murders. The real her could be the ideal her. The id in the back of my brain countered back, affirming its stance. I paused, my mind flashing back to every single piece of conversation I'd had with Freen. How intimidated I was. What a nervous wreck I'd been. How Freen made my heart race.

It was then, that all of a sudden, something ticked inside me. Something stronger than I had anticipated. Whatever it was, it had a mind of its own as I turned back around. My legs picked up a swift pace, waltzing right back into the nursing room. The adrenaline pumping in me only slowed down once I stood at the door, breathless.

"Rebecca." Freen murmured, her tone holding perplexity as she saw me. The doctor who too, seemed a little confused, chose to say nothing.

I stepped forward towards Freen's bed, until I was close enough. "I don't..." I began, licking my lips. I looked up at Freen.

"I don't hate you, Freen." With that, wasting not a single second, I turned back and walked right out of the room.

As I'd turned to leave, I didn't even notice the briefest of smiles playing on Freen's lips. And neither did I notice the one on my own.

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