Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 3: First steps

Present time...

Nam:  Baby, I hope you slept well.

Nam: Are you awake yet?

Nam: I guess not yet. Anyway. We'll be waiting for you at the bar at one o'clock. You're in a bikini and in a good mood. Love you, kisses...

Freen wheezed irritably into her pillow, and then, with her eyes still open, she reached for the phone, from which messages were pouring out, and, opening one eye, began to read them.

Freen was annoyed not because she was woken up at God knows what time, but because her head was simply pounding; she wants to sleep, and in general, her broken heart makes itself felt, every now and then aching in her chest.

The girl threw the phone to the side, having just said "Okay" and buried her face in the pillow again. It seemed like the best idea to lie in bed for the rest of the day and torment yourself with memories from six years ago and yesterday, and then burst into tears into your pillow in despair, wondering what would happen next. But the thought that Nam would probably kill her for not coming made Freen change her mind, sobbing into her pillow and suffering from a headache, most likely not from the alcohol she had drunk.

Quite lazily, Freen got out of bed and, with half-closed eyes, trudged into the bathroom, wanting to take a shower and freshen up as quickly as possible, washing away yesterday's tears, running mascara and, perhaps, a headache.

She looks at herself in the mirror and she wants to burst into tears at the sight of herself in the reflection. Pathetic and broken. The same as she was six years ago, after all the best things in her life were cut short. When the love of her life told her that she no longer felt anything for her and that it was all over. When Freen again felt her world collapse under her feet, not giving her the strength to even flounder and cling to anything. That evening was the second time in the girl's life that she lost everything, and now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, the girl swears that she will never let this happen again. She just can't stand it...

For another hour, Freen allows herself to enjoy the medium-temperature streams of water, continuing to think about what will happen next, because she has not forgotten Nam's words that Becca lives in this hotel, and that the likelihood of crossing paths this morning is high, but Freen is not ready, and that's why she's scared.

Freen closes her eyes, raising her head towards the streams, and all the words Becca said that evening make the girl again hold back her tears and bite her trembling lip. Freen hugs herself by the shoulders, lowering her head, and a quiet sob escapes her lips, causing her body to shake with sobs.

She will probably stay another half an hour...

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"Drink this!" Billy orders, pointing his finger at the pills lying on the table and the glass next to him, and then heads into the shower.

"What is this?" the brown-haired girl squints sleepily, sitting on the edge of the bed and suspiciously examining the pills.

The girl slowly reached for the medicine and took a couple of capsules in her hand and a glass of water in the other, preparing to drink.

"I don't know, Ling told me to give them to you this morning. Most likely, it's from the headache" the guy shouts from the shower.

"Okay" Becca shouts in response, and then she washes down the nasty pills in one gulp and puts the empty glass back on the table.