Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter five

  As I was walking away I called Blake to pick me up. I had tiny scars on my face and blood on my clothes so I couldn't take the bus because someone could've asked me what happened and I'm a terrible liar.
"What the hell did you do?" Blake shouted at me.
I put my head down and refused to answer. Usually I'm not scared of anyone but when it comes to him it's different. I almost killed his best friend and there was no way he was going to take it nicely.
"Are you going to answer my bloody question?" he asked me again. He was undoubtedly angry.
"I'm not proud of what I've done, okay? I don't know what I was thinking but most certainly I wasn't thinking straight." I said, still having my head down.
"You could have killed him! Or even worse you could have killed the both of you! I can't afford loosing you and especially not like that! I have no one besides you, remember?" he exclaimed.
The main reason he joined the gang was because he didn't have anyone after his parents died. I actually never found out how it happened just one day I woke up and my parents told me that my aunt and uncle are gone. Ever since then the only true family that Blake has had was me. When we were still teenagers we gave all of the money that we got from the gang to my parents so they could afford to raise us. When they finally got on their feet they bailed on us. They never really liked the idea of us being gang members so when they got the opportunity to finally not identify with us anymore, they took it. That was when Blake and I had to get our own place and start over. It was less than a year ago and I must admit I still miss having my parents' support at times.
"I'm sorry, B. I don't know what was happening to me. The thing is, every time I have something to do with him the only thing I want to do is hurt him. My hatred for him has probably taken over my brain." I said, finally looking up at the road. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even realise we were almost home.
"We'll discuss this better when we get home but in all honesty as much as I want to be mad at you, I can't. You put something in your mind and you did it. Something I could never do." he said as he parked in front of our small house. It wasn't much. It was just what 2 young people needed and it felt like home more than my parents' apartment has ever felt.
As I wanted to go to my room Blake grabbed my hand and gently pulled me closer to him and hugged me. He knew better than anyone when I was feeling down and I needed someone to bring me up.
"Do you still want to talk?" I ask him.
"Only if you want to. You don't have to tell me everything, but if there's anything that bothers you, you tell me." he answered.
"There's nothing more you need to know." I told him as I pulled away from his hug and went to my room.
I was lying in bed, trying to calm down after what happened earlier that day when my phone rang. It was an unsaved number but I picked up.
"Hello. Who's this?" I asked.
"It's Reece." the voice on the other side responded.
"What do you want?" I shouted angrily.
"Calm down. I called you because our boss told me so." he said calmly.
"And why so?" I asked trying to keep my calm.
"We have to work on a task together." he said. I had no idea what to say.
"Are you fucking kidding me? From all people he had to choose me to work with you? Me? The one that almost killed you today?" I burst out.
"Looks like the universe has been working against your will lately." he said trying to be funny. It didn't work. Not for me though.
"Fuck off." I said ending the call.