My EndGame ( Freenbecky)

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Freen pov

I woke up in the early morning, thinking about what happened last night. I could clearly see that Becky was a bit sad because it was the first time I had refused her. I felt sad and guilty too, which is why I'm crying right now. I cried so hard that Becky woke up and immediately hugged me.

Becky: Freen? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?

I couldn’t answer because I didn’t know what to say.

Becky: Freen, I know something’s wrong. Why can’t you tell me? She asked, sounding sad.

Freen: It's nothing, Bec. Let's just go back to sleep, I have to get up early for work tomorrow.

Becky: Why don’t you want to tell me? How can I help you if you won’t speak? she asked, irritated.

Freen: I told you, it's fucking nothing! You're being annoying! I yelled.

We both went silent and stared at each other. Then she spoke again.

Becky:Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. That’s all she said.

Freen:Becky, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you,I pleaded.

She didn’t say anything and just lay down, turning her back on me.

I woke up again at 6 AM and noticed that Becky was no longer by my side. I quickly got up to check the kitchen and the bathrooms, but she wasn’t there.

When I lay back down, I noticed a note on the table next to me.

"If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then I won’t talk to you for now either. Take care."

I cried as I read it, thinking about how I would tell her that I’m pregnant. I called her multiple times and sent her texts, but she didn’t respond. I decided to take a shower and head to work, hoping to distract myself.

I didn’t eat all day, and by 10 PM, I still hadn’t gone home. I kept myself busy so I wouldn’t think about Becky, because every time I did, I wanted to cry. She still hadn’t replied to my calls or texts.

Was Becky really that mad to the point that she wouldn’t talk to me like this?

Four days have passed, and Becky still hasn’t spoken to me. I keep texting and calling her, but she doesn’t answer.

Since Becky and I had that argument, I’ve been working overtime almost every day. I told Nam about what happened, and she understands. She often brings me food because she knows I’m not eating at the right times. I’ve also started experiencing morning sickness and dizziness, but I just brush it off.

At 7 PM, my secretary knocked on the door.

Secretary: Ms. Chamkimha, everyone has gone home. Are you staying overtime again?

Freen: Oh, yes, I still have a lot of documents to check. You can go ahead, thank you for checking on me. I smiled.

After she left, I started feeling dizzy, so I decided to take a short nap.

I woke up when  someone shaking me. To my surprise, it was Becky.

Becky: Freen, why are you sleeping here? It’s already 10 PM for God sake, why didn’t you go home? I’ve been waiting for you at the condo! she said, almost shouting.

I just stared at her, and before I knew it, I was crying. She came closer and hugged me tightly. I missed her so much, so I hugged her back.

Becky: Baby, forgive me for not talking to you for days, she said, her voice trembling with tears.

Freen: Please forgive me too, Becky. I know you were angry. I’ve missed you so much, I sobbed.

Becky: It’s okay now, my baby. Let’s go home. I brought food to your condo, but you weren’t there. Nam told me you were here, she said, wiping my tears and  kissed my forehead.