Chapter 12

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Bella's POV

It had been a week since I was adopted by Harry. They still wouldn't give me the note on account of 'I wasn't ready to see it yet'. Niall says that they were thinking of giving it to me, to help me come to terms with my mom's death.

I was scared to see the note. To see the reason of her death. Who knows what could be on a tiny piece of paper. It's crazy that one piece of paper can change everything. "Bella, can you come down here?" Louis yelled up the stairs. I ran down the stairs.

"We've decided to let you see the note, but after, you have to let us in. You can't push us away", Liam told me. He handed the paper.

Dearest Bella,

I did what I did for reasons that are hard to explain.
I was hurting, it was hard. When your father died, I was
more hurt than spoken. With you at school and at work, I got
lonely with just the sound of the TV. I was tired of living
cheap and being poor. You don't need me anymore. You pay the bills
and buy the food for me. I'm a pathetic excuse of a mom.
I ask one thing of you. That you live your life to the fullest.
Find love, go on vacations, find your dream job. Live while you're
young. I'll always love you forever, and will always be in your heart.

from, mom.

The sobs escaped my lips. Harry held me close, as the other boys were reading the note. Even if she explained it on a note, it still didn't make since. It was all my fault. I did what I had to do to keep the lights on. To put food on our table. To keep the TV. If only I wasn't focused on that and more focused on Mom.

If only I payed attention and read the signs.

"It's all my fault", I cried into Harry's shoulder. "No baby, it wasn't your fault. You did what you had to do to provide for her and you. Blaming something she did on yourself isn't going to get you far in life", Louis rubbed my back gently.

Throughout the afternoon, the boys wouldn't let me out of there sight. They wanted me to talk to them, tell them how I felt. If I was being honest, I felt multiple things. Anger, sadness, guilt, regret, and the hole in my heart was growing bigger.

There wasn't anything they could do to help.

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