Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter eleven

I took off as fast as I could and headed to my place. I got a bit worried so I texted Freya where I have hidden an emergency key so they could enter the house. When I arrive close to the house I notice car parked in front of it. As I get closer I recognise that it's Blake's so I calmed down. I pull up in my garage and drag Freya's father out of the backseat and all the way inside the house. They were all waiting for me in the kitchen as I brought in the man. I took off the duck tape from his mouth and let Freya do what she proposed to do, what I wanted to do personally, but let her the pleasure.
"So you think you can just show up out of nowhere and expect us to give you a warm welcoming?" she said as she slapped him across his face. It wasn't the right thing to do to your parent but considering what he's done, he deserved every second of it.
"You owe me and Blake a shit ton of explanations and you better be quick because my guns don't like to stay loaded for a long time." she stood up to him. I don't know why but her anger was sort of attractive.
I left the room with George to let them sort out their family business.
"G, don't get me wrong but there's something about this girl that gets me going. It's not that I'd want her or something but just her company is amazing." I said sitting on the sofa next to him.
"I've known her for 19 years, Reece. She's incredible. I don't know why you'd say you wouldn't want her but I'm not putting any pressure on you. You should just think about it." he said. In that exact second we heard the loudest gunshot followed by the loudest scream and a bang on the kitchen floor. We rushed into the kitchen to find Freya cuddled in Blake's arms, her gun on the floor and her father still cuffed, sitting on a stool with a bullet in his head.
"What happened here?!" I exclaimed. I speechless. I didn't know how to react to what was going on in front of my eyes.
"Freya? What did you do?" I asked with a low voice.
"I killed my fucking father, Reece! That's what I did." she shouted at me through tears. I tried to get closer to her to comfort her but she pushed me away.
"I don't want your pity! Miss me with that bullshit! Just get this body out of the house and burn it!" she clapped back at me.
"Come and help me, G" I said.
"Let me just put something on his face. I just can't look at that." he said as he reached for a plastic bag and dragged it on his head.
"I can't believe what just happened." he said as we got to my back yard.
"Yeah neither can I but this fuckface had it coming. It's what he deserved" I said. I was proud of Freya for doing this even though now she remained without a father. A father that she never really had. George went inside and brought some gasoline and a box of matches and we did what she told us to do: we burned the body to ashes.