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« I'm William. William Henry »
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William's POV
"Awe, your up. Would you like for me to make you something to eat?", Bethany asked from inside the kitchen.
"No, thanks Beth", I said.
I was in the mood to eat. To much was on my mind. I needed to speak to Alexandra. I felt like a complete asshole for the way I treated her, and the way I've been treating her when she out of all people in life never deserved it.
It's strange because I just realized Alexandra has been the only up to put up with my fucked up life. My mother continuously gave her shit because of me, people hated her because of me. She even knew about my families darkest secrets and she still stuck around.
That's more I can say about her then anyone else who was ever in my life. And I'm so foolish because it took me so long to realize that. There is only one Alexandra Leighton.
And she's the only one I really truly wanna be with. Even if she's complicated and confusing. Hell so am I. But that's doesn't mean anything.
I think I want to marry her. Hell, I know I want to marry her. What the hell is wrong with me. What am I saying.
"Will", the voice of my not so forgotten brother said.
I was brought up my thought immediately, looking up to see him.
"hi", he said. I slightly smiled, slowly walking towards him. This, all of it- was so unreal.
"Y-you... you look so different", he say making conversation. "I know— 3 years can really change a person", I say.
"Bring it in", he said using his regular catch fraise, as I went in for a hug and did or handshake.
It was like never of us even forgot it. Afterwards, he pulled me into a hug.
After we parted, he smiled. "I missed you, bro", he said. "I missed you too", I say.
Weirdly, and strangely neither one of us let go, we stood there hugging each other, and I can honestly say it was needed.
For the past 3 years, I've been convinced by my mother and the public that they were gone. My father and my brother was gone.
But they weren't.
It was still a lot for me to try to process. My mother being a suspect in this is insane. I mean I knew she was crazy but I didn't know she was this crazy — crazy enough to do something like this.
