I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 27

Note: We've got quite a few changing povs, so be careful there.

Also Note: Freen texts in bold, Becky in italics.

"Oh come onnnn. Pick up, pick up."

It goes to voicemail again and she sighs, throwing herself back against the couch.

It's Friday and while she's grown accustomed to spending her late nights alone, that was before the cravings.

She'd do just about anything right now for dark chocolate or maybe a..what was the sandwich Becky used to eat? The peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich she used to snack on between rounds of intercourse used to sound so disgusting but now she literally has a hankering for them and it makes her so angry.

Because it makes her want to call Becky.

And that definitely seems like the worst option at 11pm.

So she rolls forward in an effort to just go get it herself when she's hit with the most excruciating cramp of her life.

She grabs her side and lays back down, hoping that will ease the pain but immediately she realizes that the movement only exacerbates it.

"Ahhh," she hisses and reaches for her phone, heart already racing from the fear of what could be causing this.

She thinks calling Nam, who hasn't answered any of her last 5 calls.

Briefly considers the ambulance, then upon realizing that's too dramatic, she settles on the next best option.

The call comes at nearly 7 a.m. If she were a normal person, she'd probably be furious to be awoken on a Saturday morning this early but as luck would have it, she's been up three hours, creating a resume and doing some at home workouts to clear her head.

So it doesn't wake her, but it certainly alarms her.

Because it's Nam.

And Nam never calls.

"Hello? Nam? Is everything alright?"

"Hey Becky, everything is fine...it's just..."

She's already headed back to her room to grab shoes, fearing the worst.

"Where's Freen? Is she okay?"

"She's fine, Becky, don't worry! She's okay, she just had a little scare. She-"

"What? What kind of scare? Where is she now?"

"She's at New York Pres...but, she's really alright-"

She hangs up with a quick 'be there soon' and jets out the door.

She opts to run again, it just seems faster than car or subway.

She rushes through the doors a sweaty mess, running on pure adrenaline after sprinting for the better part of 23 minutes.

She's just about to approach the counter and demand to see Freen when a voice calls her name.

"Nam, what's going on? Where is she?"

"Calm down, Becky, show your ID, sign in and I'll take you to her. She's fine."

Even as she signs her name and shakily hands over her ID, Nam murmurs all the while not to worry and that Freen is fine and it does wonders.

Until she reaches the room and her blood runs cold.

"What the fuck?," she mumbles as she rolls her eyes.

The door pushing open abruptly clearly frightens them both and she delights in it for his sake as much as she feels bad for Freen.

"Becky," Freen legitimately looks surprised which only serves to frustrate her more but she'll tend to Freen before dealing with fuck face.