Heartstrings

27. The Confrontation

Dae's POV (Jin above)

I tried my best to look for Becca while the show was still in progress. Rushing to Mike's dressing room, I knocked before opening the door. When I walked in, there were chairs and a makeup station as usual. Turning the corner, I knocked on the restroom door. It was completely empty. "Maybe she went backstage?" I thought to myself as I walked out. Closing the door behind me, I had an uneasy feeling that she was probably in Cody's dressing room. I wanted to check everywhere else before I assumed that she was with her Cody. His dressing room was the last room I wanted to check.

Back and forth, I had to finally accept the fact that Cody's room was the only place I didn't look. I felt bad for Mike and Cody. She really needed to have a serious conversation with the both of them. Staring down the long hallway, I could hear my own footsteps as I walked towards his door. "Becca, please be with Mike." Hoping to find another room empty, I stood there for a moment to prepare myself. "C'mon Dae. It's just like a band-aid." I said to myself out loud. Before turning the doorknob, I knocked first.

"KNOCK"

"KNOCK"

"KNOCK"

"KNOCK"

"KNOCK"

There was no response. "Maybe she's with Mike." Turning the doorknob, I peeked into Cody's dressing room with the door ajar. "Becca?" I called out waiting to hear someone respond but, there was no answer. "Becca, are you in here?" Again there was no response. Relived, I thought Becca was probably at her seat with Mike enjoying the show. Before leaving, I saw flowers and cards from fans that were posted near the vanity and the gift box that Jin and I got for him. So many bouquets of fresh flowers that gave a soothing fragrance reminded me about the ones I got at work. When one of the bouquets caught my attention, there was a note the remained sealed. It was from the same company that sent me flowers. I knew that Cody wasn't the one sending me flowers. He was like my little brother and more importantly, I knew in my heart that it was from someone that I knew for a long time. "What are you doing in here?"

Frightened, I jumped and my heart dropped to my gut. Immediately, I turned around and Becca was standing there with anger in her eyes. "I was looking for you." I responded. She folded her arms and scowled. From the way she was looking, I'm sure she was assuming that I was waiting for Cody. This is the perfect time to put everything on the table and sort everything out. "Mike didn't see you sitting with us so, I thought-

"Look, I've dealt with fake friends before so don't act like-

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING FAKE!" I yelled. I didn't care that I cut her off and what I'm feeling right now was frustration and rage. There was something in that shout, a well known pain behind it. This was a pain that I wanted to keep buried. It wasn't a good feeling but, very toxic. She looked at me and then I knew for sure that she was still in love with Cody. Unfortunately, I was a scapegoat and for me, that's unacceptable. "YOU'RE FAKE!" She shouted back at me. Her anger was a mask that she used to hide her insecurities. 

 "HOW BECCA? TELL ME!" I demanded an explanation as to why she felt that I was a fake friend after all these years. Again I shouted: "TELL ME!" 

"I herd you the first time. I'm not deaf." She said with an attitude. Tears started to form in her eyes as she sat in one of the chairs near the middle of the room. "You can sit there a play innocent but, I know you slept with Cody. He's the love of my life." Her eyes wandered to the chair that had Cody's name printed on the back. The longing in her eyes confirmed what I was thinking. "I told you that I didn't sleep with Cody and I'm fed up with trying to explain this to you. It's not my fault that you're sexually dyslexic." I was fed up at this point. Still, there were some issues she needed to sort out however, she couldn't see any wrongdoing on her part. "Lies. When will it stop Dae?"