Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 22: It all starts with little things

Seven years ago. New York...

The girls' drive back to New York was a bit long due to Becca getting tired quickly and not being able to stay behind the wheel for long, and Freen couldn't pull the whole way, so there were more stops.

During the day they were driving home, Becca was getting worse. The girl had a fever, a runny nose was already making itself felt, and fatigue was appearing on its own. The damn cold had really affected her, and Freen was already lecturing her about how she would start treating it when she got home.

Becca smiles. Despite her unglued state, she smiles, looking at Freen grumbling and worrying. In moments like this, Freen reminds Becca of her mother. She also worried about all sorts of nonsense, like a cold, when Becca was still little.

When the girls were already three hours from New York, they received a call from Billy. The guy was beside himself, trying to call the girls, because they were supposed to arrive at least five hours ago. Becca and Freen had turned off their phones while in Seattle, so they were unavailable all this time.

The girls told Billy that they would soon be in the city. Freen was already tired, because she drove most of the way, not allowing Becca to sit behind the wheel for long. The girl was really worried about her beloved, asking about her well-being almost every hour. So much for rest.

"Bless you" Freen seems to say this for the hundredth time this day.

The girl adjusts the backpack on her shoulder and tries to open the door to the loft, while Becca wipes her wet nose and sniffles.

"Thank you" she mumbles indistinctly, holding the bag tighter with her other hand. "Billy should be here now" she continues, entering the loft after Freen.

"Okay," the brunette answers and, throwing her backpack on the dresser and folding her hands on her hips, turns to Becca. "Now you make yourself some tea, turn on the fireplace and get under the blanket" the girl orders, rummaging through the shelves of the dresser in search of a wallet to take more cash.

"Where are you going?" Becca asks a counter question, hanging her bomber jacket on a hook

"I'm going to the drugstore" she answers. "I don't need you to get completely sick."

Becca sighs. She thinks this is complete nonsense, and Freen worries in vain, but if she feels better and calmer from it, then Becca will not object and will obey her beloved.

"My girls have arrived!" Freen did not have time to reach the door, as it swings open and a satisfied Billy appears on the threshold.

The guy immediately hugs Freen.

"Hi" Freen smiles, moving away from the guy.

"Alive and almost tanned" Turner still drawls contentedly, looking at Freen and Becca sitting on the armrest of the couch. "Where are you going?" this question was intended for Freen, when Billyi looked at the girl, who was still dressed.

"Someone is sick here" the girl mutters, looking sideways at Becca.

She sighs, rolling her eyes, and slides her butt onto the mattress of the couch, lounging on it.

"Not sick. A common cold" Becca says nasally, which causes a chuckle from Billy's lips.

"When she's sick, she's stubborn to the point of impossibility. Even if she has a fever like thirty-nine, her head is splitting, her throat is sore, and she's dying, you can't keep her in one place" notes Billy, who has encountered Becca with a cold more than once.