THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 50

Becky's pov.

"I...."

A loud noise of what seemed like crashing plastic on the floor, deflected our attention to the table to the corner of the room. Two middle-aged women stood heatedly arguing about something, when one of them pulled on the other's blonde hair. The blonde let out a deafening screech as she jumped the woman, tackling her to the floor.

The guard and the three orderlies that were stationed in the room, rushed to the spot as they attempted to pull them off each other, the guard even having to pull out a taser.

Freen rolled her eyes, "I fucking hate this place." She spoke under her breath as she proceeded to stipple the blue chrome over the black base, not paying attention to all the screaming and hollering that was going on around us.

I tore my attention away from Freen's canvas, "Then why are you here?" I asked warily.

Freen smiled first, pausing, as she looked up. She put the brush down, leaning back in her chair, "I had something to tell you, ask for a favour actually."

"In here? What is it?" My tone came laced with uncertainty all over it.

"Not now, not this way." She said in hushed tones.

"But I...."

"I believe it's my turn to ask a question."

My lips parted to form a protest, but I caved in, sighing.

Freen's smile beamed, "Would you come back here if you had a choice?"

My heart almost stopped. Now, a few weeks ago, I would have snorted at the silly question. Of course not, who in their right mind would ever return to this wretched place? But now......No. I couldn't let it show. I wet my dry lips, "No."

Freen Chankimha's smile morphed into that damn smirk. "Something tells me that's not it."

"I talked to Doctor Kim." I announced quickly, in hopes to deviate Freen from getting to me.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Doctor Kim didn't seem to know much about.....about the fire thing." I voiced, leaving out our talk about Sam a few weeks ago. "Why haven't you told them, what you told me?"

Freen cocked her head to the side. "Psychiatrists are boring, I'd rather talk to you."

It took a second for my face to recover from the blush that had spread along the skin, to understand the gravity of the situation. I shook my head, "Freen, you need to." I placed my hand on the table, out towards her with no reason and no anticipation. "They can help you. You have to....."

"Help me?"

Suddenly, Freen's demeanor changed.

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