Fated to You

Chapter 36: Tracey von Burns

Charlotte walks out of Becky's room, leaving her sound asleep before joining Freen in the other room, "Well, operation 'awakening warmonger's conscience' was a bust!" she admits, dropping herself on a nearby chair. "What's wrong with you?" her eyes follow Freen's pacing back and forth, "Stop pacing so much, you're going to make me nervous."

Freen stops and turns to face Charlotte. With a much determined stance, she responds, "I want to end everything Charlotte. I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?" Charlotte frowns.

"I do want to clear my name and take down Mrs. Armstrong but at what cost? I can't make Becky suffer like this. I can't stand seeing her cry so much. This whole thing that happened with her dad...Charlotte, we went too far..."

"I know but I'm sorry. I can't end this."

"Well, I'm out. Tomorrow, I'm telling Becky everything."

"Fine. Go ahead. But everything that we've been through so far will all be for nothing."

"Becky mourned my death. She was believable. What's the reason to keep everything a secret to her now. She'll be a good ally if she knows what's going on."

"It's not that easy. Becky's behavior is key to the success of our plan. Once she knows that you're alive, she'll no longer be depressed. Becky has always been an open book when it comes to matters of the heart. We need her depressed. We need her to act as any heartbroken lover would. Without the faking being even if just a tad bit, apparent. I'm not risking anything. I've already risked enough by letting her live with you and now, I am seeing the consequences."

Unconsciously, Becky's hand reaches out to the small appearing figure within what seems to be a far distance. Bright lights were shaping the small black frame of a woman. She seems to be walking towards a kneeled-down Becky with hands lengthens forth to attempt to grasp at the shape. Her eyes were squinting in order to minimize the bright lights heavy rays. She tries to get up on her feet but she couldn't find the will or the strength. The figure keeps walking, and walking until it appears clear. A white-dressed maiden fair appears right before her eyes. "FREEN!" she screams.

Felix hears the screams from the bedroom and immediately heads there, "Becky!" he calls out to the trembling woman on the bed. He finds Becky fidgeting underneath her sheets and damped with sweat. She mumbles the girls' name, calling out to her while her hands keep reaching out. "Freen," she mumbles, "Freen,"

"Becky, listen to me..." taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Felix says, rocking her back and forth in his arms, "I'm here pookie. I'm here."

"I'm cold," Becky trembles from underneath his hold. "I'm cold..." she says, "Freen..."

Felix tighten his arms around her, "Charlotte, can you please bring me some more sheets?" she yells loud enough, hoping Charlotte will hear her.

Charlotte appears a few seconds later with a glass of water in hand and sheets in the other, "How is she?" she says, taking a place right next to Becky on the bed. "Is she awake now?"

"No," Felix shakes his head. He then places the other sets of sheets right on top of Becky, tucking her in. "she's still dreaming apparently." Felix shakes the girl in his hand in an attempt to wake her up, "Becky! Becky! Wake up!" she begs, "Please, wake up baby. It's only a dream." She says.

"Freen..." she mumbles lowly.

Felix gives Charlotte a reproachful look then watches the girl once again. She looked so frail and hopeless. "Are you alright?"

Becky slowly battles her eyes open, awakening to what sound like a familiar voice. At first, everything seems blurry and for that one minute, she thought she was being held by Freen. It's the familiarity and the comfortableness with which she soothes right within the arms of that person...she loves being held like this. She hears faint echo of her name being called out. She attempts to open her eyes. She slowly loses the blurry vision and now everything seems clear. In that heartbeat moment, she expected to see...