Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 5: Minutes from the past

Seven years ago. New York...

On the streets of New York, the autumn rays of the sun are playing with might and main, yellow foliage peacefully falls to the ground, covering the city. People endlessly scurry around like ants, and the sounds of cars and birds barely reach the upper floors of high-rise buildings.

The weather and the day were truly amazing and boded only good things, and this could not help but bring a stupid smile on the face of Becca, who, sitting in an easy chair opposite the panoramic window of her loft, peacefully sipped aromatic coffee, while simultaneously reading the news feed on her laptop.

The girl looks at the computer monitor, but does not pay any attention to what the news is telling her. She didn't even notice how she was lost in thoughts about the mysterious brunette, whose eyes were the color of the deep chestnut, about a truly beautiful and lonely girl.

Becca becomes sad when she realizes again that the brunette is lonely. She doesn't understand why such a bright person like Freen is alone, and why she still hasn't found her home. Becca's insides are bursting with the desire to give this girl more. She desperately wants her to open up to her, for Freen to not be afraid to talk to her, and for her to finally feel comfortable around her. She wants to be closer to Freen, wants to know more about her.

The already painfully annoying ringing of her phone brings Becc to her senses, and she, as if waking up from a dream, reaches out to the nearby table, grabbing the exploding gadget from it.

"Rebecca Armstrong. I'm listening" the brown-haired begins in a typically cold tone when she sees incoming call from the office. She sighs when she hears her father's secretary on the other end of the phone and, removing the laptop from her lap to the table, stands up. "Jennifer, tell him that I have more important things to do..." Becca mutters through her teeth, putting her hand in her jeans pocket, walking towards the window. "Why didn't he deign to call me himself?" the girl tries to get an answer from the company employee, knowing full well that she doesn't know and is simply carrying out her father's instructions. She understands that taking it out on employees because of her father is wrong. But damn! "I understand, Jen, okay. Tell him that we'll meet at our place in an hour" and with these words Becca hangs up, snorting under her breath.

The girl became even more angry because of this call. She is incredibly angry at her father for what he has become. He placed a huge responsibility on the brown-haired girl's fragile shoulders at an early age, not allowing her to live the way she wanted. He subordinated her life to his own and tied her to company.

Sometimes he doesn't seem to care about how his daughter lives. He doesn't notice how she suffers, living under his control. For him, only his business matters and, it seems, nothing else. And his daughter's rebellion clearly unsettled him.

Looking at her wristwatch, the girl closed the laptop lid, put the phone in her jeans pocket and, going into the living room, took her wallet and car keys from the table. Throwing on her leather jacket, she hurriedly left the loft.

Twenty minutes later, a blue BMW X4 crossover parks in front of the city's central coffee shop, not far from the office. Turning off the engine, the brown-haired gets out of the car, slamming the door, and heads into the building.

While the girl was on the way, she had already replayed the conversation with her father millions of times in her head, and not a single option boded well. The girl was still angry and irritated by the morning call, and the last thing she wanted was to contact her father.

The only thing Becca thinks about, even as she enters the coffee shop, is that after talking with her father, she will be able to see Freen and spend another wonderful evening with her. It was really calming.