Freen and Becky: Shadows of Obsession

18 | Shattered Silence

Freen and Becky stepped out of the party, the night air cool against their flushed skin. The laughter and music from the gathering had faded behind them as they made their way upstairs to Becky's room. The moment the door closed, Becky's mischievous grin surfaced.

Becky gently pushed Freen back onto the bed. "You look good in this suit," she murmured, her voice soft yet teasing, "but I like you better without it."

Freen smirked but said nothing, allowing Becky to unbutton her shirt with eager fingers. Their desire built as they undressed each other, the room filling with a growing heat of passion as the world outside seemed to disappear.

Unbeknownst to them, someone was outside the room, standing silently by the door, listening.

He clenched his fists as he heard the muffled sounds coming from inside. Anger boiled beneath his skin, his mind filled with dark thoughts.

"I'll kill you, Becky," he whispered, his voice filled with venom. "You're touching my property. She belongs to me..."

Without another word, he turned and left, seething in silent fury.

The next day, Freen was up early, heading to her office for an important meeting. She had kissed Becky goodbye that morning, both of them feeling content and happy after the previous night. Becky, meanwhile, had taken the day off to plan Irin's birthday party, which she and her friends had been preparing for weeks. She was on her way to the club, eager to surprise her friend with the decorations they'd set up, when everything went wrong.

As Becky was driving along a quiet road, a large truck suddenly came out of nowhere, speeding toward her from the side. The truck slammed into Becky's car with brutal force, sending it flying off the road, crashing into a tree.

Becky's car was smashed beyond recognition, metal twisted and glass shattered. Her body was trapped, her head bleeding badly, her left arm and legs pinned in the wreckage. The pain was unbearable, and though she tried to move, her body refused to cooperate. Her vision blurred as she felt consciousness slipping away.

A man stepped out of the truck and approached the wreck. He crouched down by the shattered window, looking at Becky with cold, emotionless eyes.

"Die here on this deserted road," he muttered. "No one will rescue you. And Freen... Freen will be mine."

With a final glance at Becky's lifeless form, the man walked away, leaving her to bleed out on the side of the road.

Inside the car, Becky struggled to reach for her phone, but when she finally grabbed it, her heart sank. It was shattered, just like her car. Her vision darkened, and within moments, she lost consciousness.

Back at the club, Freen was growing anxious. She had arrived, expecting to see Becky there, but there was no sign of her. Her eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to spot her girlfriend's familiar face, but Becky was nowhere to be found.

Freen spotted Nop and Irin talking and hurried over to them. She didn't particularly like Nop, but right now, she was desperate for any information.

"Have you seen Becky?" Freen asked, her voice tight with worry.

Nop looked confused. "Isn't she with you?" he asked.

"No, she told me she was preparing for Irin's party," Freen replied, her heart beginning to race.

"But she never showed up," Nop said. "I assumed she was with you..."

"She's not," Freen said, her voice shaking. "Her phone is off, and she hasn't told me anything. She left for the party this afternoon, and now it's 8 pm."

Irin noticed the fear in Freen's eyes and tried to calm her down. "Freen, relax. She's probably busy or doing something. We'll find her."

Freen's anxiety only grew. "How can I relax, Irin? Becky wouldn't just disappear. This isn't like her."

Just then, Freen's phone rang. It startled her, and both Nop and Irin turned their attention to her. Freen looked down at the screen. "Unknown number," she muttered.

"Answer it," Nop urged.

With trembling fingers, Freen pressed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear.

"Searching for Becky?" a man's voice taunted on the other end, followed by a cold chuckle.

Freen's blood ran cold. "Where is Becky?" she demanded, her voice shaking.

"Oh, darling, she's dead. I killed her," the man replied with a sickening laugh.

Freen's heart nearly stopped. "W-What? What the hell are you talking about?" she shouted, her voice breaking.

The man's laughter grew. "I gave her a simple death. You should thank me."

Freen's whole body began trembling, her anger boiling over. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screamed into the phone. "TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"

"Oh, Freen," the man cooed mockingly. "You want to meet me so badly?"

"TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!" Freen shouted, her voice filled with rage.

"Khao San Road," the man said, his tone dripping with malice, before hanging up.

Freen stood there, frozen, her phone slipping from her hands and crashing to the ground. "Fucking bastard," she muttered through gritted teeth.

Nop and Irin exchanged worried looks before Nop cautiously approached her. "Freen... what happened?"

"H-He said..." Freen could barely speak, her voice cracking. Tears spilled from her eyes as she collapsed onto the nearest chair, her body shaking with sobs. "H-He said... Becky is... dead."

The color drained from Nop's face. "W-What? N-No, that can't be..."

"S-Seng," Freen whispered, her voice barely audible, but it was enough for Nop to hear. His eyes widened with recognition and fear.

Freen knew who Seng was. The name echoed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. She couldn't believe it. Seng was someone from their past, a dark figure with a twisted obsession. And now, he was back.

"I have to find her," Freen whispered, her voice filled with determination as she wiped her tears.

As Freen stood, her fists clenched, she knew this was far from over. Seng had made his move, but Freen was ready to fight back.

" I am going. " Freen said while standing up. Nop immediately held her hand. " Where? " He asked her. " To Seng. " She said and walk towards the exit.

" I am coming with you. " Nop followed her.