Letters To Them

Chapter 33

Becca's POV:

'Becca there's people at the door for you,' Blake yells out. 'Coming,' I yell back. I walk over to the front door and stop in shock. My little sister is standing there. 'Rebecca,' her voice comes out quietly? I feel tears coming to my eyes. I shake my head and avoid eye contact.

'Rebecca,' she says again. This time her voice is stronger. Angry even. I nod slowly. I then go over and lift her up in a hug. 'Grace,' I say, whispering. I feel her hot tears on my shoulder. That makes me cry. 'Rebecca I thought you were dead,' she whispers. Her voice barely audible over her tears. I shake my head, not being able to answer.

I put her down and she wipes her eyes. Then I see to people behind her. I recognise Matt but not the Asian one. I smile, weakly, at Matt. He smiles back. Braydon and Matt do their weird bro handshake thing then we go inside. 'Becca this is Carter,' Matt says.

Graces POV:

'The lounge is in here,' Becca says walking into a room. We follow her and sit down on the leather couches. Carter and Matt sit either side of me while Becca sits by herself. I don't know where the other guy went but neither do I care.

'So what brings you here,' Becca asks? 'Well Matt said you were alive and I had to come see for myself,' I say shrugging. She nods. 'But why did you fake your death,' I ask? 'I had to get away,' she answers plainly. 'You left me with them,' I say getting angrier. 'I had no choice,' she fires back. I scoff. 'We could have run away in the middle of the night or something,' I shout. By now I'm pretty sure I have steam coming out my ears.

'That wouldn't have worked,' she says. 'It would have been better than leaving me alone. They got worst. With only me home they made everything worst. They blamed me for your so called death,' I shout. 'Get out,' she shouts at me. 'I would be glad to,' I shout back, 'I wish you'd died that would have been better than having to see you again.'

I storm out of the house with tears running down my cheeks. Matt and Carter follow me. We hop into the car and I sit in the back seat, curled up in a ball, crying. We arrive home and Matt opens the backseat door. He lifts me out and carries me inside. Once we get inside Matt carries me over to the couch. I'm still crying my heart out.

Matts POV:

There's only one word to describe Grace. Broken. And we need to fix her...