Moments to remember

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Becky's POV

~ March 13th~

"Wake up, Becky. We have company." I heard Carla knocking on my door. It's Saturday, 10 in the morning, whoever it is I will kill them. "Becky!" I heard Carla again. "Okay, okay, I am coming." I managed to pull myself up. I looked at my hand, it was a lot better then yesterday. "Becky!" "I said I am coming!" God, so annoying.  Well whoever it is I should at least get dressed. Okay, what to wear, what to wear. I opened my closet, god, so many dresses and shorts. I love the smell of my closet, lemon grass, just so refreshing. Now, let's find something comfortable. Oh, my orange dress, I didn't wear it in a while. I put my slippers on and a black sweater, I didn't really want to show my injury , I put my hair up in the pony tail and got out of the room. What could I do today? Maybe finish with decorating my wall, I've been delaying that for so long now, I don't even know. I got lost in my thoughts when I came to the stairs. "Pumpkin!" Wait, that voice. I looked down the stairs and saw my dad standing in front of the door talking to Eva. "DAD!" I screamed and ran towards him, if you can call that running, I stumbled down the stairs. I jumped from the last step and hugged him. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. Where's your mother? I want to see her?"
"She is out on an auction sir." I heard Carla who was coming out of the kitchen. "Do you want me to call her?"
"No, no need. Let her enjoy, she loves her antiques. Come, Jose made us pancakes." He said with a big smile.
"Yaay! Pancakes! It would be such a shame if someone got there before you and ate them all." I said with a big smile and started running to the kitchen as fast as I could.
"Oh no you won't!" I heard him screaming after me. After a couple of pancakes and talks about how amazing people are in Milan my dad put on a serious face and then asked.
"So, is there any guy in your life? "
"Oh, no, I don't need one." I said a little bit blushing. I wouldn't like dad to  know about all my, well partners, I am still just a little girl to him.

 "Becky can you come and help me at the kitchen?" I heard Carla shout. "BE there in the second!" I shouted and got up immediately, that was our code, she was just supposed to update about home, what happened after I went to sleep, how was she in the morning. "Hey." I send and entered the kitchen. "How was she?" "She doesn't remember anything she said that the whole night is blur because she took to many medicines." "She is mixing medicines and alcohol? We need to stop this." I said really annoyed and worried, sometimes I feel like I am her mom. "Don't worry, I found her stash, it's all gone now and sir Sam is here now so she won't be drinking." "Yeah, you're right, come on, let's get back."
"Here are some more pancakes and chocolate souse." Carla said as she followed me in the dining room. I sat down and I heard the doors opening.
"Becky, you never came and told me about the party last night." I heard my mom's voice coming from the hallway.
"So how was it?" she said entering the dining room with two huge bags. And that's when she looked up and saw my dad. For a second she just stood there shocked and then she started screaming and jumping. "SAM! YOU'RE BACK!" She screamed as she jumped into his arms. "Honey." He just said softly as he was hugging her. Maybe they went through a lot but they love each other so much. "Why didn't you tell me you're back, I would have get ready a little. I look awful."
"What are you talking about? You are beautiful."
Okay, I wanna puke now, it was enough romantic for one morning. But dad was right, mom really did look beautiful. That's what always amazes me, no matter how much she has for drink she always looks great in the morning and no hangover. "I will tell you about it later mom." I said smiling, but I don't think she was listening, she was just staring in dad.
 "Now let's eat these delicious pancakes!" I said when I saw all that hot pancakes and I pulled up my sleeves, not wanting to taint it, but I regretted that decision a second later. "What's with your hand?" my dad asked.
Fuck. I forgot about it. Good job Becky. "Oh, Becks, what did you do?" my mom was now staring at me with a worried look. She really didn't know where I got that cut from. "Oh, well yesterday at the party I slipped and fell, It's nothing serious really." I said smiling, but I could see Carla's face in the corner of my eye, she saw right through me lies. "Let me take a look." My dad said getting up and coming to sit next me. He isn't a doctor or anything, but he always thinks he can take care of everything. Once, on our fishing trip I fell and scraped my cheek, I came back home with bandages all over my face, just my eyes, nose and mouth were visible. My mom was in shock when she saw us, she thought I had some major bleeding, it was so hilarious. So yup, he could be a little over the top sometimes. "Oh, my, this wound is deep Becky." He said as he undid my bandages. "It's not that big, I am fine, really, it doesn't hurt at all. " "Maybe you should see a doctor."
"Dad, it's just a scratch, I'll be fine."
"Let me see it." My mom said and grabbed for my hand.
"No!" I screamed and jumped away before even realizing it. I was shaking, I was holding my hand on my chest. My mom and dad were looking at me confusingly. "Becky, is everything okay?" my dad asked with sad and worried look. "There's just somewhere I need to be and I'm late. Gotta go." I said and ran to the door, fuck I took of my sweater when dad wanted to check on my hand and it's chilly. I just took the first thing I saw on the hanger and got out of the door. I ran, I couldn't stop, I just ran. What the hell was happening to me? I was really scared for a second, but I have no idea why. When I got out I just started walking aimlessly, still holding my right hand on my chest, I just couldn't let go. When I looked up I was at Wales street, the street where I passed through last night. I was looking around trying to find a store so I could buy something to drink when my thoughts were diverted by song lyrics. "Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over, Beeecky?" I turned around and saw Logan on the ground. "I see my jacket is serving you good. " He said and smiled widely. Oh God, I really was wearing his jacket, stupid Becky, stupid. Logan noticed that I wasn't smiling beck so he put on a worried look. "Hey, are you okay?" he put his guitar on the ground and came to me. "Yeah, I'm fine, just." I then showed him my bleeding hand. "I have a cut and I forgot to take my bandages from home. Stupid me." I said with a small smile.
He looked at me like he was trying to figure something out and then took my other hand. "Come, Mike  will help you, I am sure he has first aid kit with him." I tried to ask who is Mike but before I could he pulled me into the antique shop.
"Hey, old man Mike, where are you? I need you! Oh God, where is he. You know what just wait for him here, tell him I sent you for some bandages. I just need to go and take my guitar. " he said and got out again.
"There's no need to shout boy, I can still hear perfectly fine." An old man said coming out the back of the store. He had darkish yellow pants, almost orange and the west matching that color and  a pocket watch hanging from it. "Oh, hello I am Mike, the owner of this shop. How may I help you?"
"Oh Hi, excuse me, but Logan told me to come in here. He said you had some bandages, for my hand?" I said and showed him.
"Oh, my, of course, come in here darling." He said with a small smile.
"Thank you so much."
After a minute my arm was all covered up again. "Here you are, all done."
"You have an amazing shop here. So many amazing stuff." I said as got up and start looking through the store. So many unique ornaments, vintage dresses, corsets, lamps. It just looked like you took a step back in the past. "Well I am glad that someone thinks like that." He said going to the cash register and pulling an old wooden box with white spirals underneath it. "What do you mean? Do you not get much customers?"
"Not really, they just look and say Wow, beautiful and then just walk away or just wonder why would anyone want to have stupid stuff as this."
"Well, they are stupid for thinking like that. I would like to have every single stuff from here."I then saw a mirror, so beautiful, much prettier than the one I broke. I should buy it, it looks amazing. "Can you put this away from me, I wanna come back later and buy it?"
"Really?" he asked a little bit surprised.
"Yes and I will bring my mom, she is an antique freak, she will love all this stuff and I guarantee she wil buy that blue dress." I said pointing to this 40's long sliming dress with short sleeves and beautiful ivory beads at the top, it looks like you just had great breakfast at Tiffany's.
"No worries sweety I will put it back right away. Come here." He then opened the wooden box and pulled a bracelet with little crystal blue snowflakes on it. "Here, take it."
"Oh my God, it's beautiful! How much is it?"
"Oh, no, it's a gift."
"Oh please, let my pay."
"No way, You were a great company and you complimented my store, that was good enough. You paid with that."
"Thank you very much, but I really can't." before I could say anything else who took the bracelet and put it around my hand.
"Here, it's perfect. It even matches your eyes." Mike said with a smile.