"Becky, Mark's just a kid!" he spat through his gritted teeth. His hands were still clenched so much that
they were already turning white as if he was going to break his hands any minute now. His face was
twisted in anger. "He's just a kid!" he bellowed.
Becky was surprised at the mention of Mark—until she realized what was going on. She wasn't scared
anymore—she was just angry now. What does he have to do with me?" she demanded.
"Hmph!" Eric snorted. "Becky, can you really tell me honestly that you have nothing to do with what
happened to Mark today?"
Becky lost it. Eric had some nerve to come here and accuse her. She could finally breathe now that her
secret was still safe. She pushed him hard and glared at him, "Eric, don't you ever come here to talk
about Addison again!" she snapped. "Did you just really come here to rub it in? You and Brian, both of
you! You two treated me like a princess when you loved me. And you two both just stood up and left.
So now you think you can just come in here and say whatever you want to me?"
However, to Eric's eyes, Becky was just being a really good actress and was just using her anger to
cover up what she'd done.
"Becky, I really didn't think you'd stoop this low. I didn't think you were that evil." Eric's eyes were filled
with disappointment. Even though he pursued Becky before, he never really loved her—he just did that
to compete with Brian. Nonetheless, they grew up together and that meant something to him. She used
to be such a lovely girl—proud and stubborn but lovely still. How had she turned into the woman that
she was now?
Becky was furious. Eric's cold eyes just made her even more angry. She shouted, "Eric, I don't care
what you think of me! But has either of you ever even thought about me while you were all caught up
with that bitch Molly?" She pushed him again but Eric was too strong for her. She scowled at him and
continued, "Molly's a bitch! Her mom was a bitch too! Stealing husbands from every woman she knew!
Now that's what Molly does too! She's nothing but a-"
Slap!
The air seemed to have frozen with the loud sound. The slap was so hard that her head tilted; Becky
could taste the blood in her mouth; her face was burning. She didn't move. She was feeling the bloody
taste in her mouth which made her want to gag and the stinging pain on her face.
Everything seemed to slow down all of a sudden. Becky looked at the blurry shadow on the floor for a
while. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly, during which aversion flashed across her beautiful eyes.
She turned her head slowly and looked at Eric resentfully. No one had ever laid a finger on her
throughout her whole life. And just now, Eric had slapped her across the face and it was all because of
Molly—that bitch. Huh! Who did he think he was?!
At this moment, there was nothing but anger in Becky's eyes. She was astonished that Eric had hit her
and what made it even worse was that it was because of Molly. 'Wow, Eric, so this is just what I am to
you now. So what am I waiting for? Why should I still care about all those years together? Remember,
you made me! You did this to me!' she thought.
"Eric, I'm going to remember this," she warned, her lips quivering. All this for that bitch Molly. That
night, Becky swore that she would make all of them pay for what they made her suffer through—every
single one of them would pay.
Eric paid no attention to the anger that was in Becky's eyes. Instead, he just said coolly, "You better!
Don't you ever bring Molly into this again or I'm afraid I'm going to have Rory deported out of Dragon
Island." His eyes grew darker. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Did you do it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Becky said simply. She was fuming—her chest was heaving
with anger, breathing in and out as her silk nightgown danced along with it. She raised her voice and
spat, "I don't give a crap about whatever it is you're asking me about but don't you ever mention that
bitch ever to me again and don't even think about saying that bastard's name either."
Eric lifted his hand again but Becky was able to block it with her arm. Her wrist was starting to redden
as she blocked Eric's hand. "How dare you hit me!" she shouted.
Narrowing his eyes, Eric sneered, "Becky, I came here tonight wanting to give you a chance and if I find
out tomorrow that it really was you, I'm going to make your life a living hell."
He scowled at Becky before turning around to pull the half open door and leave but he stopped as a
knowing smile appeared on his face. He turned his head back a little, looked at Becky, and spoke
slowly, "It's funny, Becky, you hate Molly so much but you seem to have forgotten that your eyes are
hers. I think you're pretty happy being able to see right now. So why don't you remember who gave you
that privilege back. Without Molly, you would be still blind right now."
His eyes were mocking her—the sneer on his face just getting wider. Then he turned around and left
without so much as a pause, slamming the door shut after him. Becky stared at the door for a while,
feeling as if even the air was mocking her.
"Ah-"
Becky grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it across the room, screaming. It flew across the end
table and swept a glass vase onto the floor with a loud clang. The shrill sound pierced through the
silent, dark night.
But that wasn't enough - she was still raging so she found something else to throw across the room
and then another thing and then another thing. For the longest time, she'd been mocking Molly with the
eye transplant but today, Eric used it against her. Yes, she could see again but at what cost? Brian?
Now she'd lost Brian forever.
"Ah, Eric Long! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?!" Becky shouted into the air. She
dropped to the floor, exhausted. She looked at the mess around her through her bloodshot eyes. Old
memories came flooding back. Back before Molly was even in the picture, both Eric and Brian had
been hers! Hers!
The night was quiet and the moon was still behind the clouds and the air was moist. When dawn broke,
it started to drizzle and everything else seemed even more unclear in the morning mist.
The sun hadn't completely risen yet when the phone started ringing. Sitting on the floor dejectedly,
Becky ignored it but as if it could sense urgency—the phone just kept ringing and ringing.
In the end, she picked it up. When she looked at the caller ID, she put the phone to her ear with a
strange look in her eyes. "What happened to Addison?" she asked simply.
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