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i sat, thinking. was i really an insensitive bitch? should i be upset about my mother's death? did i really deserve the three boys downstairs? should i miss the funeral? should i speak to the man who my mother left me for then got killed by? was reece's dad right?
but, i was sure about the last one. he wasn't.

my mental rambles were cut off half an hour later by probably my favourite voice.

"ella?" reece said and i smiled at the amount of pure love and kindness in his voice as i stood up and opened the door.

i hugged reece, my arms around his neck, my face buried in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding my body to his tightly.

"i'm sorry." i mumbled.

"don't be." reece said softly, holding my face when i pulled away.

"i love you."

"i love you, too." he smiled, kissing my forehead, "are you okay?"

"yeah, thank you." i said, gently pulling his hand so he'd sit next to me on the small sofa in this room.

he loosely put his arms around my waist as i rested my head on his shoulder. "when i was five my mum left me, and i haven't seen or heard from her since then. she ran off with a bloke, and he's the one who shot her yesterday. grace came over and told me what happened, then was crying because of her death, and i asked why. she said it was because she's still our mother, but i said she's a stranger to me as i never properly knew her and she left us. then you came down."

"i'm sorry, princes. you know i'm always here for you. and what she said, wasn't true. you're not an insensitive bitch, you have every right to feel the way you do, i would feel the same." reece said, tracing shapes on my waist with his fingertips.

"thank you." i said quietly.

"it's alright." he smiled. "what do you want to do now?"

"did you tell blake and george?" i asked.

"yeah, i just said that she was killed. you can say more, or i can if you like?"

"um, can you?"

"of course, princess. do you want to go down now?" reece suggested.

i nodded, standing up, and he held my hand as we went back downstairs.

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