Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 30: Road to a new beginning

Present time...

As soon as the door slammed shut, Freen covered her mouth with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that were coming. Her hands began to shake, and everything inside her twisted into a tight knot.

The girl looked up and saw the uncomprehending looks of the visitors, and then Jess. For a moment, she forgot where she was, allowing herself to show weakness.

Quickly brushing the tears from her eyes, she headed across the hall to her room, wanting to be alone with herself. The realization that she loved Becca so much kills her, but even more so does Becca's lie to her. It's so hard to just get it out of her head. Freen is torn between two fires, and it hurts her equally.

Becca looks at the door slammed in front of her like a puppy, and her chest feels like cats are scratching. She blinks, swallows, and takes a breath, pulling out her phone and dialing Billy's number, slowly walking away from the bar.

"Hi, honey," the girl begins quietly, hearing her brother on the other end. "How are you?"

She needs to hear her beloved brother's voice and feel for a second that everything is okay. She can hear from his voice how happy he is now with Sam, but the boy quickly loses the notes of joy when he hears his sister. He asks counter-questions.

"She doesn't want to see me, doesn't want to hear me," the girl whispers hoarsely, stopping in the parking lot. She brushes a tear from her cheek and looks up at the sky, trying to control herself. "I feel like I'm losing her. Like one second I'm holding her in my hands, and the next she's evaporating through my fingers. I'm scared, Billy" the girl falls silent completely, only quietly sobbing. "What should I do?"

Billy doesn't know what to do. His heart is breaking, and he cares so much for his sister. All he can do now is calm her down. Tell her what he's told her many times. That Freen will forgive, that she needs time. Not to push her. And Becca seems to calm down, and what choice does she have? None. She can only wait.

Hanging up, Billy sighs heavily, looking up at Sam. Sam immediately understands and smiles faintly.

"I think I know what you want to tell me."

"That's great, because I'm going to LA..."

Six years ago. Chicago...

Freen flies out of the restroom as if she's drunk, disheveled and sweaty. She feels dirty not only physically, but also mentally. She seems to have never felt so disgusting.

The loud bass of the club music seems to be hammered into her ears, and Freen can barely hear anything. The cold shades of the LEDs shine so dimly that it is difficult to see anything around. Weaving slightly trembling fingers into a shock of dark hair, the girl looks around, slowly making her way through the crowd.

Suddenly, her gaze catches on the image of a tall brunette guy in the crowd, and Freen's heart begins to pound wildly. She stops, silently looking at her with a frightened look. It is difficult to put into words what Freen felt at that moment, but it is even more difficult - when the brunette slowly turns in her direction, at the same time Freen hears a familiar voice on the right side ...

"Freen?" David squints, pushing through the crowd and holding a glass of alcohol in his hands.

And then Freen grabs her forehead with her palm, not waiting for the man, and disappears into the crowd, not even looking at the guy for the last time. She runs out of the bar like a bullet. She is shaking, and her legs barely carry her along the streets of night Chicago.