Part 12

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You sit bolt upright in bed with a banging headache. Paracetamol I need paracetamol.
You notice your clothes are different. Reeces top and your tracksuit bottoms. Shit. He would've seen them. The scars.
Oh god no.
You run into the bathroom and be sick in the toilet. You found the paracetamol in the bathroom cabinet and take 2.
The boys are still sleeping. Well Reece is anyway and you haven't heard any movement from the others.
You leave the boys to sleep and go down to breakfast. Double checking you have a key. You chose not to take your phone so no one could message you or you wouldn't feel like you're being watched.
You get 3 bowls of coco pops a sausage bap and a strawberry yogurt with a glass of milk.
When you finish you go back to the room and let yourself in. Blake and George are now in your room.
Reece is texting. Great.
'Hey Amy' Blake and George say in unison.
'Hello, hey Reecey'
'Hey bubba. Where did you go?'
'Breakfast'
'Oh okay'
Blake and George go back to their room and Reece puts down his phone. Oh god. He looks at you. He's gonna ask. Can I tell him?.
'Baby?'
'Yes Reece?'
'Last night when I changed you I noticed, um, some things, on your, um leg' he worriedly says
I have to tell him
'Okay, when I was going out with Freddy, he abused me, I felt suicidal so I cut myself, I got counselling and I stopped but the scars have stayed. I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner I'm really sorry Reece.' You're crying
'Is that why you're not wearing dresses or shorts?' He's worried
'Yeah' tears streaming down your face he pulls you in for a hug and you just sit there for a while your head on his shoulder
'Are you gonna tell the boys, babe?'
'I want to reece but I can't, could you do it for me? Maybe when your down at breakfast, I'm gonna stay here and shower'
'Of course bubs, I'll go and have a shower then meet the boys at breakfast' he says
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The boys have gone down to breakfast and Reece left his phone here.
The messages. You know his passcode. You pick up his phone and enter his password.

You wish you hadn't

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