Freen and Becky: Shadows of Obsession

19| Descent into Darkness

Freen and Nop drove through the desolate roads, heading towards the location Seng had revealed. The tension in the air was thick, heavy with a mix of fear, anger, and desperation. Freen's normally calm and composed demeanor had shattered the moment she believed Becky might be gone forever. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as she sped through the streets, her mind clouded with thoughts of revenge.

Nop sat quietly in the passenger seat, stealing glances at her. He had never seen Freen like this before—this cold, this terrifying. She had always been tough, commanding respect wherever she went, but there was something different now. The rage simmering beneath her surface was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He knew Freen could be dangerous, but this... this was a whole new level.

As they neared the location, a run-down and deserted building on the outskirts of town, Freen slowed the car. The structure looked abandoned, with broken windows and graffiti-covered walls. Nop swallowed hard, his unease growing. "Do you think he's here?" he asked quietly.

Freen didn't respond immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the building, her jaw clenched tightly. "Yeah," she finally said, her voice cold and resolute. "He's here. He wouldn't lie. He's been waiting for this opportunity."

The way she said it sent a shiver down Nop's spine. He could feel the intensity of Freen's hatred radiating off her, and it made him question whether they were truly prepared for what awaited them inside.

They both stepped out of the car and approached the building cautiously. The place was eerily quiet, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the cracked pavement. As they reached the entrance, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Oh darling, you came."

Freen and Nop immediately turned towards the sound. Seng stood there, leaning casually against the wall, a twisted smile on his face. He looked unhinged, his eyes wild with a sick satisfaction.

"Where is Becky?" Freen demanded, her voice laced with venom.

"Oh sweetheart," Seng cooed mockingly, "didn't I tell you? She's dead. And now, you'll be mine."

Freen's hands balled into fists at her sides. Her entire body trembled with rage, but she forced herself to remain composed, if only for a moment longer. "I'm asking you one last time. WHERE. IS. BECKY??" Her voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with a promise of violence.

Seng's smile only grew wider. "You don't believe me?" he asked, pulling out his phone. "I'll show you the proof." With a few taps on the screen, an image suddenly appeared on the wall behind him, projected from his phone.

Freen froze, her heart plummeting into her stomach. It was a photo of Becky, lying in her car, covered in blood. Her head slumped to the side, her body motionless. Nop stood beside her, equally horrified, his face pale as he processed the image in front of them.

"See?" Seng said, his voice gleeful. "I told you she's dead."

For a moment, it was as if time had stopped. Freen's breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes. But then, something inside her snapped.

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Freen screamed, launching herself at Seng with a fury she had never felt before. She punched him hard in the face, the impact sending him stumbling backward. Without giving him a chance to recover, she grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall, her eyes burning with unadulterated rage.

Seng chuckled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I love it when you're rough," he taunted, his voice raspy.

"SHUT UP!" Freen roared, throwing him to the ground. Her hands shook as she spotted a metal rod lying nearby. She grabbed it without hesitation, her knuckles tightening around the cold steel. "You psycho!" she screamed, swinging the rod down onto Seng's body. The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the building as she hit him again and again, her anger blinding her.

Nop stood frozen, too shocked to move, watching as Freen unleashed all her pain and fury onto Seng. He had never seen her like this—so unhinged, so violent. He wanted to stop her, but he knew that this was her way of coping. Becky was her everything, and the thought of losing her had broken something deep within Freen.

"THIS PSYCHOPATH KILLED MY BECKY!" Freen screamed, hitting Seng's unconscious body with the rod one last time before collapsing to the ground. "HE KILLED MY BECKY... MY LOVE... MY BEC..." Her voice broke as she dropped the rod, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Nop hesitantly took a step forward, his heart aching for his friend. He had never seen Freen this vulnerable, this devastated. Just as he was about to kneel down beside her, Freen suddenly stood up, her face hardening again. Without a word, she turned and walked towards the car, her movements robotic, as if she were on autopilot.

Nop hurried after her, scrambling into the passenger seat as Freen started the engine and sped off, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. He noticed her dialling a number on her phone. "I want everyone in the basement," she said, her voice cold and emotionless. She ended the call without waiting for a response, her foot pressing harder on the accelerator.

Nop's eyes widened. The basement. He had heard rumors about Freen's underground operations, but he had never been directly involved. Now, he was being dragged into a part of Freen's life he had never thought he'd see.

They arrived at the secret building within fifteen minutes. Freen parked the car and stormed inside, Nop following closely behind. The moment they entered the basement, Nop's eyes widened at the sight of nearly thirty people, all dressed in black, standing in formation. At the front stood Saint, looking concerned and confused.

Freen didn't even acknowledge the others. She grabbed a baseball bat from a nearby table and marched straight towards Saint. Without warning, she swung the bat, hitting him hard on the head. Saint dropped to the floor, groaning in pain.

"I GAVE YOU ONE JOB!" Freen screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "JUST ONE JOB!" She swung the bat again, this time hitting him in the face. Blood splattered across the floor as Saint tried to shield himself, his eyes wide with fear.

"YOU DIDN'T PROTECT HER!" Freen shouted, raising the bat again. But before she could bring it down, a voice broke through the chaos.

"Babe..."

Freen froze, the bat slipping from her fingers. She turned slowly, her heart racing as she saw Becky standing at the entrance, wrapped in bandages, supported by a girl beside her. Freen's breath caught in her throat. Becky was alive.

Without hesitation, Freen ran towards her, her eyes scanning Becky's body for injuries. She wanted to touch her, to hold her, but she was terrified of hurting her. Becky smiled softly, opening her arms. Freen immediately embraced her, her grip gentle yet desperate. She buried her face in Becky's neck, her tears soaking through the fabric of Becky's shirt.

"You didn't lose me, baby," Becky whispered, her hand gently stroking Freen's back. "I'm right here. Let's go home, okay?"

Freen nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She carefully lifted Becky into her arms, carrying her out of the basement as if she were the most precious thing in the world. They drove back to Freen's apartment in silence, the tension from earlier replaced by a deep, aching relief.

Once home, Freen laid Becky on the bed and lay beside her, pulling her gently into her arms. Becky wrapped her arms around Freen, whispering softly, "You can cry, you know."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Freen let herself break down, her tears flowing freely as she clung to Becky, finally allowing herself to feel everything she had been holding in.

Becky held her through it all, whispering, "My baby..." as Freen cried herself to sleep, safe in the arms of the woman she loved.