One More Time ( Becky x Freen )

Chapter 31

"Rebecca Patricia Armstrong! Give me your phone!"

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Right after, Freen called Araya and explained what had actually happened and that she didn't have to go to her house. Even though she was so embarrassed to call Araya, but she had to do it, and it was all because of that poor little girl, who was now standing in the corner of the room watching Freen talk to her mother.

Becky just stood there without making a sound, wishing she could disappear into the dust right then because she knew there were two angry tigers waiting to pounce on her later.

But she was glad when she heard one of the angry tigers say on the phone, "It's okay na. I'm okay now, she can stay with me here until you've finished your work."

Becky sighed in relief when she knew her mother wasn't going to take her home now. There were still about eight hours before her mother arrived to take her home, and until then, she was sure that her mother's anger would be less than it was now.

But then she heard Freen call her, her tone cold, "Your Mommy wants to talk to you."

She took the phone from Freen's hand and held it to her ear, ready to be lectured.

"Rebecca Patricia Armstrong.....!"

And she had to endure her burning ears for about five minutes to listen to her mother lecture about how angry she was about her little trip to Freen's apartment alone, even though she had been told not to go anywhere.

After she hung up, she saw that Freen went to the bathroom without saying a word to her.

"You dumb, dumb, dumb ka!" Becky said as she hit her head a few times.

Freen was taking a shower at the moment, she could hear the water running. She wandered around the room and noticed that Freen had pulled the sheet off the bed. But then she wondered, what did she do wrong this time?

There was some blood on the sheet, Freen was bleeding, she was just trying to help her. So what was her fault?

But Freen had said something about period blood?

What was period blood?

Freen had a stomach ache, maybe it was blood from her stomach! Or it could be from her butt. Or her little bird? That was the reason why Freen was being shamed, she knew. But why?

Few possibilities entered Becky's mind, but she was sure that the last one was right. She wanted to help if Freen was in pain, but why didn't she want her help? So she decided to keep quiet until she was allowed to speak again, she would wait until Freen was no longer mad at her. 

She was in the middle of staring into space, lost deep in the immersion of her thoughts when she heard her name. "Bec..."

She thought she heard Freen's voice from the bathroom, but the door wasn't open. So, she waited for confirmation if there was really Freen's voice calling her. She waited a few seconds, but still no sound came out.

"BECCA!"

The voice made her jump in guilt, nervously looking at the bathroom. She quickly jumped up, but with relief and excitement that Freen still wanted to talk to her again, at least that was what she thought.

She walked to the front of the bathroom and said, "Did you call me?"

A few seconds later, she saw Freen open the door a few inches, poking her head out between the small open space and said, "Can you do something for me?"

Becky nodded enthusiastically and replied, "Ka! What is it?"

Freen opened the door a few more inches, revealing half of the skin on her upper body from her arm to her neck, Becky swallowed her own saliva. She didn't know why her heart was racing, so she tried to fight it, whatever it was she was feeling at the moment.