Fated to You

Chapter 44: Goodbye, Freen Chankimha.

In the streets of Dallas – around night time

It's been a while now that Becky took off and Freen has been following her. She did not understand the reason why Becky was driving that recklessly on the road, not minding red lights and passersby. "What's going on, love?" Freen whispers, staying right behind Becky's car, careful not to lose sight of her. "why are you driving like this? It's dangerous. You might die."

It was already dark out, thankfully, there were not many people or cars in the streets. No lives were at stake; well, except Becky's if she didn't stop driving recklessly. Becky takes a turn so fast, she almost knocked over the stop sign. Freen keeps following suit. Becky hasn't noticed her yet. She wasn't even thinking of the danger she placed herself in.

No.

She was angry.

Extremely angry.

So, angry that the tears falling from her eyes, were not enough to place her in the path of recovery from her suffering. Her demise is cruel. How many truths can someone find about in just a day. In an amount of minutes. How is she supposed to digest everything? Everyone made a fool out of her. For years, she thought the reason of her father's death was her calling him to be present at her sixth birthday party. For years, her own mother, made her feel like she was the cause of it.

Well, she's not even her mother. Her real mother died while giving birth to her.

"That bitch ruined my life!" she screams, "that evil bitch killed my father!"

She wanted to get out of there. Away from this city. Away from her life. She wanted to make sense of things and everything that was going on around her. she wanted to disappear and never return. She wanted her life to make sense again. To understand the changes that were occurring around her. she wanted peace and normalcy back again. She needed to understand why people are hurting her.

The pain. The suffering wouldn't be so intolerable. They wouldn't be. Only if Freen hadn't been stolen from her.

Her vision was now blurry; Becky did not see well enough to manage the vehicle. She keeps swerving on the empty road, and never had Freen been so scared in her life. And never had she recited her prayers with so much faith. She might lose her baby for good.

"Stop the car, Becky!" she prays but it's not like Becky would hear. The girl still didn't notice there was a car following her. "please, stop it!" tears start swelling up in her eyes.

At the psychiatric ward

At the psychiatric ward, everyone was anxious, nervous even, running up and down, left to right, trying to find two missing patients. The director, personally, considered running away with enough money she's secured from Mrs. Arnstrong's regular payments in exchange for Puccio's freedom and silence. There's no doubt that someone has helped Puccio escape the clinic and if that man is not here under his watch, Lord knows if he doesn't take the pills, he will start speaking. Because the shock he's experienced over the years has been the only thing he's able to talk about. And whatever truths the man is only able to speak, is the exact truth Mrs. Armstrong has been trying to keep hidden. Should they prove that this man is not even insane, whoever took him out of the clinic, not only will that be a great problem for Mrs. Armstrong, he will also meet his own downfall if he doesn't get out of this clinic.

"There's no sign of the two escaped patients anywhere director." One of the male nurse inform the director, already in the process of burning every document that there was on Puccio.

"Director?" the nurse watches as the director throws the files in a small bucket within which he'd start a fire, "director?"

Without looking up at the nurse, he says, "what?"