Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter fifty seven

Freya's POV

I woke up to a text from Blake. I didn't really give it much importance and deleted the notification. I went into the kitchen where Reece had already made breakfast. I grabbed a plate and sat to the table. I eventually decided to check that message. I started reading it and a tear ran down my check as I read the first line. I dropped my spoon into the bowl, threw my phone across the table and screamed.
"What happened, babe?" Reece asked me. I was already on the ground curled up in a ball, crying loudly.
"It can't be real, it can't be real, it can't be real." I kept saying to myself.
"What can't be real?" Reece asked me as he squat next to me.
"Look at the fucking phone!" I shouted at him. He read the text in silence.
"You gotta be shitting me!" he said smashing the phone onto the table. "Get in the car! We're going there." he said grabbing his keys. I barely managed to get up and get to the car.
When we were approaching Lexi's house we noticed the smoke that was coming from it and a firemen truck in front of it.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I kept saying while hitting my head onto the dashboard. Reece got out of the car and went to talk to the firefighters. He then came back to me because they needed me to confirm that I'm family of the victim.
They said that the fire hasn't completely burned Blake's body but it was still lifeless. I ran away from the firefighters and went straight to Reece.
"I could've stopped him! I could've not let him leave the bloody house knowing exactly his plan! Even worse I let him take others with him!" I screamed in Reece's face.
"You couldn't have done anything to stop him, Freya! It's Blake! He never listens to anyone but himself. Well...he never listened." he said. His change in tense made me cry even more. My last relative was now gone and it was all my fault. I let him go into a mission that I knew pretty damn well that was literal suicide.
"I fucking jinxed it, Reece! I told him to take care because I'm sick of funerals and now we have to organise fucking two! Blake and Liam are now dead because of me!" I said trying to push Reece away from me. I had my ways of dealing with pain and loss and someone's affection wasn't one of them.
"And what's worse it's that we don't have anything to bury out of Liam." said Reece under his breath.
"Wait a second, that's his car right there!" I exclaimed as I noticed his BMW parked across the street from the house. I checked my keys and thankfully I had one for the car. I unlocked it and climbed into the driver's seat. I put my head on the wheel and started crying. All my memories of him were running through my mind at 100 km/h. I eventually raised my head and checked the glove compartment. My hand landed on a hard cover notebook that had his name scribbled on it. I opened it and read the first page.
"17 may 2010

I've been sat on this hospital bed for two days. I was sick of those 4 white walls and the cords that were stuck to my body. I've been begging the doctors to let me see my mother ever since I woke up in this bloody room. I was sick of it and the only thing I wanted was to go and hug my mum. Two doctors walked into my room with frowns on their faces. They told me that my mother had died. My dad has died right after the car crash."
It was his journal. I looked into it for a couple of minutes until I got to the last page.
"Dear Freya,
If something ever happens to me, please keep this journal safe. It will be your last reminder that you have ever had a family.
With love, your cousin,
Blake."
I closed it and burst into tears once again. As dumb as he might have been he had always thought about me. Now he's gone. My last relative. My cousin. My "brother". My best friend. My everything. Gone, forever.