Introduced (Reece Bibby fanfiction)

Chapter 12

I woke up the next day in Reece's bed. Reece wasn't there however. Everything that happened last night came flooding back to me, my dad, I needed to talk to him, cutting, it stung like a bitch now, the knife, what the hell was I thinking, and telling Reece and the other boys, I didn't want to face them.

I rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 2pm. I shot up and got dressed, planning on going back home to sort things out. I went downstairs and all the boys were in there watching a film. Even Jake had been up before me. I walked back out and went to the kitchen to make a piece of toast. Barclay came in behind me.

"You better today?" He asked, getting a cup from the cupboard. I shrugged. He walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to come barging in screaming and crying. I didn't mean for you to find out any of that stuff, at least not in that way. I feel like a complete dick now and none of it really should have happened" I replied looking up at him. I really did regret what happened last night.

"But you're okay now and that's all that matters. And you know you can stay here as long as you need, I think Reece would like it anyway" he smiled, nudging my shoulder.

"It doesn't stop me from being a complete mess though does it? What's to say that doesn't happen every night. I really am a burden on everyone."

"No you aren't, and if that happens then we will deal with it, you know we will. We all love you Alice and we want to help you" He said, putting his arm around me. "Now come and watch this movie with us, it'll cheer you up." I picked up my toast and walked to the living room with Barcs. I sat down next to Reece and he put his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him.

"I love you baby, you're gonna be okay, I promise." He said. I smiled weakly. The film turned out to The Dark Knight which is actually a really good film, even though it's really long. By the time it had finished it was nearly 5 o'clock. I stood up and began walking to the door.

"I need to go and sort things out with my dad, would someone be able to drop me off?" I asked, it was quite a way to walk and I didn't feel like it.

"Yeah of course. Do you know how long you will be?" Tom said.

"Not long I don't think. My dad will most likely tell me to get out so I'll just grab some more of my stuff and leave, that's if it's okay with you's that I can stay here?" I replied, looking round shyly at the boys. There was a murmur of "yeah that's fine" and "we'd love to" from the boys, making me smile a little bit.

"Well why don't we go out for something to eat then? Nando's or somewhere like that? I think it would cheer you up Alice and I've been dying for one for weeks" Casey said. Everyone nodded and we agreed that Tom would take me to my dads house and wait outside and then we would go and get the other boys.

"I'll be right here okay, if things turn nasty and you want to get out we'll just go. And don't let him push you into anything either. You're going to be okay either way, so don't worry about it." Tom said as we pulled up around the corner from my dads, putting his arm around me and pulling me into a hug. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door, letting myself in because the door was open. As I turned around my dad was standing right in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing back here?" His voice was scarily quiet.

"Don't worry" I replied, pushing past him. "I'm just getting the rest of my stuff. I wouldn't want to come back to this shithole anyway."

I stormed upstairs to my room, grabbing every bag I could find and shoving clothes, shoes, makeup, anything I could find in there. I picked up a picture frame from my bedside table. It had four pictures in, one of me and Lewis from last year, one of me and my stepbrother at my dad and stepmum's wedding, one of me and my mum from when I was a tiny baby and one of me, my mum and my dad when we went on holiday to Wales. I didn't know then that that day would be my last with her. These were the only two photos of my mum and I treasured them.

I sat down on my bed, holding the photo frame close to my chest. I didn't remember her very well, I was only three when she left. I used to hate her for it and never want to see her again, it broke my dad when she left. Before he got remarried we were very close. It's crazy how things change. I looked back at the pictures, a tear falling from my face, remembering that last day with her. That was when everything was okay, when I was happy, when I thought nothing in the world could go badly. Oh how wrong I was.

I put the photo frame in one of the bags and had put everything into bags and was at the front door when my stepbrother came running out the room.

"Alice no, please don't go" he said, looking like he was about to cry.

"I can't stay Liam, I'm okay I promise. I'm staying with Reece and the boys and they'll take care of me. You'll still see me at school, it's not the end of the world, and you're friends with Charlie so you can come round whenever, you know where we are. I just can't be here, I'm sorry, goodbye." I replied giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning and running out of the door, taking one last look at the house I loathed.