𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 11

THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES VIOLENCE
~Freddie's P.O.V~
"Freddie, wake up!" I heard Jim say as he shook my shoulder gently.

"Huh?"

"We've landed," he said.

"Oh, have we?" I rubbed my temple and looked around, Becky was fast asleep on my other shoulder bless her. And Jack was standing up next to Jim.

"Becky, darling. Wake up..." I tickled her head gently until she moved.

"I'm up," she said. We grabbed our things and got off the plane, going through passport control and waited for our cases to come on the spiny thing.

"Right, everyone got everything? Bags, cases, coats? It'll be freezing out there." I said. Everyone responded apart from Becky. Who just stood there, looking depressed, with Jack's arm wrapped around her waist. I don't want to say anything because she'll just get pissed off. She's probably tired. But I hope she knows I don't do it to be difficult, I just care about her, and this horrible horrible disease that's in my body has made me much more protective over my daughter and any relationships she might have with anyone.

The car was waiting outside for us and we quickly scurried in before I got recognised. People here are much different than the UK, they don't come up to me and start asking for things, they just smile, or say hello. The odd fan comes up and asks for like an autograph or a hug, which I'm happy to do, but it's mainly not as hectic as back home.

I let Becky sit by the window, and Jack in the middle. Jim was in the front and Phoebe was driving. We drove for about an hour, so it's almost three o'clock because of the time difference and the flight, so needless to say we're all positively knackered.

Phoebe parked the car outside the house and we grabbed our things. I bought a house here a few years ago, it's nothing special, three bedrooms. Which means I'll share with Jim, Phoebe can be by himself, and, I hate to say, but Becky and Jack have to share.

I unlocked the door and belly flopped the sofa, Phoebe carried all our luggage upstairs and Becky followed.

"Wait... uh, Jack?" I got up and smiled at Jack, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, Becky's Dad." He said.

"Jack, I keep telling you, call me Freddie." I said. It annoys me when he calls me anything other than Freddie.

"Okay, Freddie. What's up?" 

"What's wrong with Becky? She's acting different. She's not her usual bubbly self." I said crossing my arms.

"She's just tired. There's nothing wrong with her." He said. He was getting surprisingly defensive.

"Right, okay. Goodnight. Tell Becky I said I love her."

"I will, night Freddie." I watched him quickly hop up the stairs. I sighed and went outside to help with the bags.

~Becky's P.O.V~
I couldn't be arsed to do anything so I carried my things in my room myself and just flopped on the bed, not even bothering to get changed.

After a few minutes, I was almost asleep when the door opened.

"Dad?" I asked. It's too dark so I couldn't tell who it was.

"No." Jack responded. I flopped back down on the pillow and rolled over. I couldn't be arsed listening to him go on at me for no reason. Jack closed the door and turned on the light.

"Jack, what the fuck?!" I said covering my head with the blankets.

"Don't swear at me." I uncovered my head and sat up. He's doing my head in. I can't be arsed with him getting pissed off all the time.

"Just piss off and let me sleep." I said.

"What?" He said getting closer, when he gets angry his eyes pop out of his head, and that's exactly what happened.

"You heard, it's about time I stick up for myself because I can't be on with your bullshit, constantly getting angry at me for no reason I-"

"What'd you tell him?" He interrupted me.

"What?" I responded getting out of bed.

"What did you tell your dad?" He started walking towards me.

"Nothing! Jack what the fuck?!" I yelled.

"Liar." In that moment my life flashed before my eyes as I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek, it went all through my body until I realised what happened. He hit me. My head flew to the side as his hand collided with my face. I looked at him in the eye before I stormed to the door. This time, not crying. Not anymore. He grabbed my arm and hugged me tightly.

"Becky, God I'm so sorry!" He said.

"Jack, don't." I said.

"Oh, my darling. You know I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry. Please, let's just go to bed and forget about it. I'll get you some ice." He walked me over to my bed and sat me down, rubbing my cheek gently. I lied back down and clenched my bed, trying not to scream.

"Becky?" I heard someone say.

"Phoebe!" I ran over and hugged him tightly.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" He said.

"Listen, I can't talk about it now, Jack'll be back any minute. I'll tell you later, okay?" I said.

"Of course, I'll always be here to talk, that's what best friends are for, right?" He let go and held my shoulders. I wiped my eye because a tear escaped when I clenched them.

"You can't tell Dad though, not yet, I've got a plan." I said. He nodded and walked out, quietly closing the door.

After a few minutes, Jack came back.

"What took you so long?" I asked, hugging a pillow.

"I called my Dad to check on him. Sorry." He said. I nodded and smiled, letting go of my pillow, he put the ice down and wrapped his arm around me. Do you ever get the feeling where you wanna punch someone in the face? That's exactly how I feel now. I want my Dad.