Dirty Brunette (FreenBecky)

Chapter 7

Becca slowly walks into her room and closes the door behind her. Her gaze falls on the phone lying on the bed. The girl takes a couple of steps and, taking it in her hands, sits down. Alcohol makes itself felt, her head is a little dizzy. But the meeting with Freen still noticeably sobered her up.

Becca takes a deep breath and unlocks the screen, finding the video and turning it on. She never looked at it again. But now... She regrets that she sees only the big picture, regrets that she does not see Freen's face. But this is enough to notice how the blonde watches her behavior with bated breath. Becca turns it off and looks away.

She trusts Katie and had not even thought before about those people who knew her secret, although many of them were strangers to her. But for some reason, it was from Freen that she expected meanness. No matter how her heart beat at the sight of the blonde, no matter how weak her legs were, she clearly told herself every time that Freen was not her friend.

She hated her father so much, but after Freen's words she realized that she had become like him.

She couldn't be more wrong. Despite what the girl herself had told her just now, she could not be mistaken. Freen may be a saint to Katie and others, but Becca knows the truth. Or she thinks she knows.

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The first time she saw Freen when they were ten years old, when she was with her father at the birthday party of the senator's son. The father was trying to make connections, and the daughter was the perfect excuse to attend the event.

Becca didn't play with the children, she stood on the sidelines and watched them. She watched a blond girl who laughed loudly and attracted attention. She literally captured Becca's attention.

The brunette smiled every time Freen joked with someone or teased her friends in a kind way. No one cared about Becca, not even her own father.

She was fine with that. Watching children who were different from her friends.

Watching Freen being too sweet and warm. She wanted to make friends with her, but Becca was too shy to take any first steps.

The second meeting was at the age of fourteen, when her father, already a successful man who owns a large construction company, was invited to visit.

"Freen, let's teach Becca how to play our game?" Mind pulled the blonde by the hand towards her treehouse.

"What kind of game?" asked Becca, who was keeping up with them from behind, glad that she could finally talk to the girl she had once liked so much.

"We're playing princesses" Freen grinned. "You don't look much like her, but we'll teach you."

"You're not ten years old to play with dolls" Becca laughed, but immediately caught the evil glance of two girls.

"We don't play with dolls" Mind said dismissively "If you don't want to, don't come with us."

The girls ran further, but Becca still followed.

She climbed up the rope ladder after them, and then sat down on the edge, a little further away from them, and began to watch.

She watched as the girls took out fashion magazines and began looking at dresses, models and accessories.

Becca couldn't take her eyes off Freen, she looked at her as if fascinated.

Too cute facial features, light, gentle. A smile that seemed to belong to an angel. The way she laughed so loudly made Becca smile awkwardly. She wasn't like Mind or the other girls Becca knew. Freen was like a little princess or angel, and this intrigued the brunette.