Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter fifty eight

Three days later Blake's funeral came. I could swear it was going to be the worst day of my life. The only good thing about it was that for once the whole gang was going to be there. We had a tradition of gathering every time we lost a fellow member.
I've been crying all morning looking at the black dress that was waiting for me on the hanger. I remembered Blake giving to me on my 19th birthday. I thought that it was only appropriate to wear it on that day. I washed my face and tried to cover the bags under my eyes but there was no point. The pain had consumed me to the point that nothing could've fixed me. I got dressed and went downstairs to find Reece in an all black suit. I've never seen him like this. Devastation took over his whole being. He hasn't been himself since the day we got that text and I could truly understand him. After all, we both lost Blake.
"Are you ready?" he asked me as he took my hands into his. I nodded, not being able to say a word. He dragged me closer to him enough for our foreheads to touch. "We'll be fine. I'll always be here for you." he said as he gave me a small kiss on the forehead. I wrapped my hands around him and held him as tight as I could. His presence made me feel a tiny bit better, enough to stop crying for a couple of minutes.
I stepped away from him and grabbed the keys to Blake's car.
"Let's go." I said as I opened the front door. I locked it after we got out and I slowly walked up to the car that was parked in front of Reece's house. I drove it here the evening after the accident. It was the last thing I had left from him, along with his journal.
"Are you sure you want to drive?" Reece asked me.
"This was the first car I've ever driven. It's only fair if I drive it now for the last time before it's gonna rust in the garage at home." I told him while starting the engine.
The ride to the cemetery was silent which was weird because every time me and Reece drive somewhere we always blast music or talking about random things. This time it was different and we had our reasons. It was difficult for both of us to even talk about anything.
When we arrived there I saw that George's car was already parked there and he was leaning against it. I parked right next to him and went up to him.
"Hi." I barely managed to say. Him and Blake weren't exactly on good terms and I was surprised to see that he had actually came. Without saying anything he hugged me and started to cry. I held him like that for a minute and let him let out his pain. "Thank you so much for coming." I told him after I eventually pulled away.
"I had to come. After all that happened between us it was necessary for me to be here. And not only for him but for you. You were and will always be my best friend and I know you need support from everyone right now so I'm here for you." he said looking into my eyes, still holding back tears.
We walked through the gates of the cemetery and I remembered the last time I've been there: Kevin's funeral. I never thought that after a couple of months we would have to be there again for another member, that time, my cousin. By the time we got to the funeral parlour, Richard and his family were already there. When I walked up to them, the old went to hug me without saying anything. He was like a father to both me and Blake after we lost our parents.
"I'm sorry about Liam." I told Theo as I went up to hug her. She was one of the last people to ever see Blake alive alongside with her family.
We were sat there waiting for everyone to gather so the priest could start the ceremony. After half an hour almost everyone has gotten there but I noticed that George was missing. I thought that maybe he went to Kevin's grave so I went to check. I saw him kneeling in front of his best pal's grave and my heart shattered. I went up to him, the sound of my heels breaking the mortuary silence. I bent down next to him as I laid a hand on his shoulder am rubbed my thumb on it.
"He's in a much better place now, trust me." I said as I was reading Kev's grave stone.
"Kevin Henderson
13.06.1999-24.04.2019
May his kind soul rest peacefully"
George looked at me with tears in his beautiful blue eyes.
"At least he's with Blake and Liam. And Lilly. And your parents. And Blake's parents. And Reece's." he said looking at the grave stone again.
"I like to think that they're watching over us now, glad that we are finally together after everything we've been through." I said standing up.
"They're probably laughing at us right now, knowing how dumb they were." he said forcing a small smile.
"Knowing Blake, his probably taking the piss of me right now." I said also trying to smile. "Yo, mate, stop making fun of us!" I said looking and pointing at the sky as if Blake would've been there.
"Bold of you to assume he's in heaven." said George jokingly.
"Yeah you're right. Let me try that again." I said laughing through tears. "Hey, tell mum I love her." I said looking at the ground. "At least you're with her now." I said lowering my voice.
"Come on, let's go. They must be waiting for us." said George putting his hand around my shoulders and hugging me.
When we got back to the chapel, everyone was there. Every family was gathered together mourning the loss of a fellow member. After all, maybe we needed one more funeral to get us all united. I was sat by Reece's side as George had joined his parents. I looked at the priest and nodded my head telling him that he could start. Reece held my hand tightly as the ceremony had started.
"We all gathered here to commemorate the life of our beloved Blake Edward Richardson. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, may his soul rest easy as he now has left our sinful world and passed away into a better place..."