𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 12

~Freddie's P.O.V~
"Dad?" I heard a quiet voice say.

"Huh?" I lifted my head up and peered around, Becky was standing at the door, clutching the door frame. "Hi, what time is it?" I asked.

"It's about six. Can I get in with you? I don't feel well." She said.

"Of course, what's the matter?" I flipped the covers off my body and sat up so she could crawl in between me and Jim.

"I just feel sick." She responded. I nodded and covered us both up.

"Where's Jack?" I asked.

"Still asleep, I wanted to see you." She said.

"Aw, darling." I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arm around her. "You're probably just home sick." I said. She nodded and moved so her arm was spread across my stomach.

"Becky." I said. She made a noise to indicate she was listening.

"What was the matter yesterday?" I asked.

"Nothing, I was just tired, that's all." She said.

"Becky, I know when something's wrong, you're not telling me something."

"Dad, there's nothing wrong." She said, her tone was getting angrier.

"Whatever you say." I said.

~Becky's P.O.V~
Dad knows there's something wrong. He's good when it comes to things like that. But I'm not gonna tell him, I've got a plan. I'll just let it all continue the way it does.

Me and Dad lied together for a while until we both fell asleep. I woke up when the sun shone in the window and landed directly in my eye. I rubbed the dark patches out and rolled over so it wasn't.

"Freddie?" Jim asked.

"No, it's Becky, he's asleep." I whispered.

"Oh, okay." Jim responded. "I'm going to make some breakfast, are you coming?"

"Yeah," I responded. We got up and went downstairs. I sat at the stool by the counter and he stood opposite.

"Anything particular? We don't have much because we haven't been shopping,"

"Cheese on toast?"

"Yeah, I can do that." He smiled and plugged the toaster in.

"How are things with you and Jack?" He asked.

"They're fine. Why?" I asked.

"I heard shouting last night. Don't deny it, Becky." Fuck.

"It was just an argument, that's all." I said nervously.

"It didn't sound like just an argument-"

"Can we talk about something else? Me and Jack are fine. There's nothing wrong." I snapped at him and felt bad. I've never been mean to Jim, and he's never been mean to me. He was shocked by my sudden outburst and went completely silent as he but the bread in the toaster.

"I'm sorry," I said looking at the counter.

"It's fine." He didn't even look at me.

"No, it's not. You're just looking out for me and I yelled at you, I'm sorry." He looked up and smiled, it was one of those heart-warming smiles that someone does when they know it's all gonna be alright.

"It's alright, Becky. I'm sorry too. It's your business." I smiled and crossed my legs on the stool.

"Do you two maybe wanna shut up? There are people trying to sleep." Dad came down the stairs and sat next to me. He looked terrible. His hair was a mess and he hadn't shaved in a while. His eye bags had eye bags.

"Looking good, Dad." I said smiling. He playfully punched my arm and rested his chin on his hands.

"How's your belly?" He asked.

"It's fine now, I guess I just needed a hug from my Dad."

"Aw, darling." He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed me tightly.

"Would you and Jack be able to go shopping for us today? There's no food in the entire house." He asked. Ugh, do I really have to go out with him?

"Yeah, we will." I smiled.

Jim put our food in front of us and we ate quickly, I want to get out the house and get shopping before it gets too busy.

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Me and Jack walked over to the supermarket with Dads credit card.

We got all the shopping and went over to the till.

"Oh, newspaper!" I said. Jack waited with the trolley and I grabbed a newspaper, looking at the front page.

"AIDS kills Freddie's two lovers." What the fuck. No. Jesus Christ no. I skimmed over the paragraph and read it, apparently there's another one of Dads lovers suffering from AIDS.

"Are you okay, Becky?" Jack asked coming over. Tears were slowly falling down my face as I stood, completely frozen, rereading the page.

"Jack, I-" he wrapped his arm around my waist and took the paper from me.

"Becky, darling. It doesn't mean he's got it, he might not, it's probably just a misunderstanding." He said.

"I want to get it." I said.

"I don't think you should do that." He said.

"If my Dad has this disease, I want to know more."

"But Becky, even if he does have it, he's not telling you because he wants to keep you safe."

"Well I was gonna find out sooner or later, when my Dad just randomly drops dead in front of my eyes do you not think I'll ask why."

Jack stayed silent.

My Dad's dying.