Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter twelve

After we finished our business we went inside to find only Blake sitting on a kitchen stool with his face in his hands. "Where's Freya?" I asked a bit worried. "She ran upstairs." he said through sobs. "Go check up on her!" said George. "I'll stay here with B." he added.
Next thing I did was run upstairs to Freya's room. Loud sobs could be heard coming through her locked door. "Freya, please open the door. I just want to talk." I said kindly. I didn't expect her to actually open but she did. "Come in." she said looking down. "I'm a fucking horrible person! Why are you even here!?" she yelled at me out of nowhere. "I'm here because I want to help you. Right now I'm the only person that could entirely understand you." I said trying to calm her down. "How come?" she said noticeably calmer. "I might have not killed my own parent but I lost both of mine when I was only 15." I said. "Also, if I haven't called you on this mission you wouldn't have been in this miserable situation. It's all my fault." I added. "No no no no no! It's not your fault. I did it myself. I could've solved this a different way but I didn't. It's not your fault at all." she said with a look on her face I've never seen before. Her face was expressing kindness, something that never came from her, especially not when it came to me. I didn't realise right away but somehow my hand arrived on top of hers holding it. Surprisingly she hadn't taken it away. In that moment a small tear dropped from her eye but I wiped it away with my thumb. "So, what happened to your parents? Only if you want to talk, obviously." she asked. "Oh well, it's long story." I said trying to smile but failing miserably. "We've got plenty of time, Bibby." she said. I loved when she was calling me by my last name. I don't know why I found it so cute. "Okay then. It all started when 3 thieves invaded our house while I was at school. They took literally everything we had, including my parents' lives. My only close relative that I had was my uncle. He took me under his wing and raised me but I always wanted to revenge my parents. Months later I found out that his best friend was the leader of a gang that fights against bad people and it seemed the perfect way to fulfil my plan so I joined them. Now I'm here." I confessed. Little have I realised that my story touched her so much that she was looking at me with so much pity that the only thing I wanted to do was hug her. Apparently she felt the same. "Come here, you poor thing." she said tucking me into a hug. It was the first ever sign of affection coming from her and honestly it felt so good. "I don't want you and I know pretty sure you don't want me either but no matter what we do the universe makes us stumble upon each other anyway." I said. "I guess the universe has its ways of bringing people together even against their will." she said giving me the kindest smile ever.