Wound Healing (girlxgirl)

Chapter 2

"What" Becky replied ensuring her voice was low until she closed the locker room door once again behind her glaring at the dark haired girl.

"You're my wife Becky whether you like it or not" Freen repeated. She has gone mad Becky thought to herself as she paced the short distance between the door and some closed lockers, there was no way this was possible.

"You are crazy Freen" Becky mocked the other girl's madness.

"I signed those stupid papers before I left, I gave you what you wanted" Becky's snapped feeling her tears surface as the memories of her heart ache came flooding back. Why was Freen here to torment her after everything that had happened.

"Look now really is not the time to talk  about this, we can discuss this over lunch" Freen said almost avoiding Becky's question. It was true, Becky had left Thailand all those months ago when she gave into Freen's request. Sure Freen was angry and said things she now knows were in heat of the moment, deep down Freen never thought Becky would actually sign the divorce papers and when she did, Freen never actually went back to her lawyer. Not yet anyway..

"You have a lot of fucking explaining to do" Becky shot back as she sniffed back her emotions, wiping her eyes she knew if she didn't get to the front desk, Irin would be on a war path hunting her down. She left the locker room without so much as a look in Freen's direction.

Flashback

Becky knocked back the last of the whiskey in her glass as she stumbled to her feet. This was it, she was finally giving Freen what she wanted. The way her wife looked at her earlier that day in the hospital, the hatred in those bright dark eyes ripped her heart out.

3 months Becky had tried everything in her power to convince Freen she was the same sweet English/thai girl Freen had fallen head over heels with nearly two years ago but here she was drunk as hell as she played loosely with her wedding ring between her fingers. Memories of the happiest day of her life made her nauseous or maybe it was just to 4 glasses of neat whiskey she had just devoured contemplating signing her life away.

She held her head in her hands as she glanced down at Freen's signature on her divorce papers. Freen had given them to her almost two months ago. Hearing the front door shut loudly her blurred vision glanced at her wife, soon to be ex wife now glared back at her.

Freen shook her head as she placed her keys in the bowl. The smell of booze entered her nostrils as soon as she walked in to the apartment. How long was this going to go on for, she was sick of night after night having to clean up the empty bottles of beer, whiskey or whatever Becky was in the mood for..

"This needs to stop sooner or later Rebecca" Freen muttered as she walked passed the sitting room and straight in the kitchen, flicking on the kettle. Freen leaned against the counter as she heard footsteps stumble in her direction, she already had a shit day in surgery losing one of her patients, she really was not in the mood for one of  Becky's drunken speeches of how she was sorry and that they could make things work.

Freen watched as her frail wife stood at the door frame, worry washed over her as Becky's eyes fixated on the floor as she kept quiet, suddenly not appearing as drunk as she normally was these past couple of months.

"Do you love me" Becky asked keeping her eyes firmly on the ground.

"Not again" Freen sighed holding her head in her hands, she had been asked this question a hundred times but had somehow managed to always end up in a screaming match with the brunette before she would even have to reply to her question.

"Freen..I...I.. just answer me please" Becky said calmly as she looked up her brown eyes pleading with Freen. There was no shouting or begging for forgiveness, just a plain and simple question she needed answered.