As I sat there, every memory I had of him flashed through my mind. Him holding me at my mom's funeral, yelling at me when I was suspended for the first time, the looks of disappointment when cops would bring me home from running away, twirling me around for my first dance, teaching me how to drive my motorcycle, moving to Storybrooke, celebrating a new beginning, getting arrested for underage drinking, defacing property, and the list goes on.

I heard a loud banging on the front door, the doorbell ringing frantically. I didn't bother answering the door, nor did I pay attention when the front door slammed open, or when Liam came rushing to my side. I knew he was there, but I wasn't focusing on him, only the shit storm I caused Allen.

"Bree!" Liam shook me harshly. I blinked then looked at him.

I pushed him away from me, "Leave me the fuck alone!" I quickly got up from the floor and ran towards the stairs, "Just leave me alone!" I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. I looked around my room, grabbed the first thing I saw which happened to be a softball trophy from when I was a kid, and threw it at the wall. I grabbed random objects and threw them at the walls, including the mirror leaning against the wall in the corner.

I lay on my bed crying into a pillow, wanting nothing more than for Allen to kick my door down and yell and ground me for the destruction I made in my room. Instead I was met with piercing blue eyes in front of me. I had no idea when Killian got here, or why he was in my room.

"Go away!" I yelled out.

"Not a fucking chance, Bree. Liam gave me no choice in the matter." He stood up and sat down on my bed.

I turned away from him. I didn't want him here, I didn't want anyone here. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

"How is she?" I heard Liam somewhere behind me.

"She wants you to get the fuck out of here." I gritted out.

"What?" Liam asked.

"She wants us to get the fuck out of here." Killian sighed out.

"I don't want you doing something stupid. Neither of us do." I snorted.

I turned to glare at Killian, "Liam can stay. You can fuck off."

"Regina's waiting for me anyway. She's all yours brother." Killian stood up from my bed. I watched as he left then moments later the front door slammed shut.

My eyes followed Liam as he walked over to the bed and sat down. I rolled over and rested my head on his thigh. He placed his hand on my shoulder and rubbed against me with his thumb. Neither of us said anything, there was nothing to say, nothing that could be said to make the pain better.

As though to punish me further, all the horrible things I'd done kept playing on repeat in my head. As though I hadn't been doing that enough for the past several days. I didn't hear a word of what was being said at the funeral, nor did I realize the only ones left were me and Liam until he squeezed my hand and pulled it towards him. I looked over at him, then looked around. I let go of his hand and walked over to the solid black casket, the sunlight shining off the silver handles.

"Good-bye Dad. I love you." I placed a single rose that I had been holding since before the funeral, onto his casket. I turned and walked with Liam, his arm around my waist.

Liam decided to stay with me so I wouldn't be alone. I now appreciated the gesture. I knew and understood why he refused to leave my side, but I promised I wouldn't do anything. I decided to stay here even though the idea of selling the house had been brought up. It's all I had left of my mom and dad, and honestly, it was home. Killian stayed at their house and didn't show up once since that night, to which I was grateful.

I was sitting in the living room staring at the fire in the fireplace when Liam sat down next to me. "Still having bad thoughts, love?'

"If by bad thoughts you mean everything I've fucked up in my life, then yeah." He held out a bottle to me. My eyes landed on the bottle of rum and took it from his hand. I drank several mouthfuls, the burn coursing down my throat down to my stomach.

"Where's the lad? He hasn't so much as called."

"The 'lad' moved. Found a job out-of-state. It's a good job so I told him he would regret not taking it." I handed the bottle back to Liam.

I watched as he checked his phone, then he looked up at me, "Don't get angry."

"Let me guess, Killian?"

"Seems he and Regina are having problems and wants to come over."

"Why not? We'll have a party for how fucked up everything is. Have plenty of booze to go around." I stood up and marched up to my room, slamming the door shut.

Liam left me alone for the rest of the night. When I woke up the next morning, I was still not in the mood for anyone, which I guess was written on my face as Liam quietly pushed a plate of pancakes in front of me when I sat down at the counter. I didn't say anything, just gave him a short, curt nod and dug in.

I saw his head jerk up and knew it was Killian. I also saw him shake his head. I lowered my head and rolled my eyes.

"Hungry?" Liam asked his brother. I didn't hear him say anything but saw him grab a glass from the cabinet.

My mind wandered as I ate, thinking about Killian. When I tried to change the course of my thoughts, it didn't work. I thought of the time we spent together, how we were before Walsh told him what I was. A tear slid down my cheek, I wiped it away and saw the looks on both of their faces. I shook my head, not looking at either of them.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome love." Liam smiled, grabbing my plate and taking it to the sink to wash.

"Bree?" my breath hitched. I turned my head, plastering a look of hatred and loathing towards Killian.

"Brother." Liam had a hint of a warning in his voice.

"Nevermind, lass."

I walked into the living room to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey with at least a third left. It was too early to deal with Killian. I took the stairs one step at a time slowly until I reached my room. The only thought that ran through my head now was my mom and dad were together, finally, and wouldn't want me to be like this. That alone got me to clean the mess I made. I did miss him, but I knew he wouldn't want me to grieve for his loss, but to cherish what we had, the good times, the fact we made peace and were in a good place before he left for his last job.

I tossed the empty whiskey bottle into one of the boxes I was using as a trash can and looked at the open door when I heard a knock on the door frame, to find Killian standing there.

"Need help?" he nodded towards the boxes filled with fragments of the things that had broken.

I nodded, "Thanks."

He grabbed the two boxes and carried them out of my room. I stripped the bedding off my bed and rolled them into a ball, grabbing clean linens from the cabinet in the hall. Killian came back with the empty boxes and placed them at the foot of my bed. He grabbed a sheet and helped me make my bed.

"We need to talk Briana." I watched him scratch the back of his ear. He looked up at my furrowed brows. "Was there anything else you kept from me? From when we were -"

"No."

He sat down on my bed, patting the spot next to him. I walked to the door and closed it, then sat down and rested my back against the wooden headboard. He told me why he and his brother moved to Storybrooke, due to their dad abandoning them when Liam was 17. He wanted a fresh start, a life away from his father where no one knew them. I sat and listened as he told me about how his mom had died when he was young, their dad turning to a life of crime instead of taking care of his sons.

When he was done, we both had tears in our eyes. I don't know if it's because of losing my dad, being slightly drunk or because I still loved him, but I sat up and crawled over to him. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him and cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears away with my thumbs. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, tasting the saltiness of both of our tears. We opened up to each other and before I realized what the hell I was doing, we were both undressed and I was back to straddling his lap.

Neither of us were quiet about what we were doing, luckily I had closed the door earlier. We were covered in sweat, my hair clinging to my back. He held me as we caught our breaths, neither of us wanting to let go.

"What now?" I whispered in his ear. His hand rubbing up and down my back.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes, "I'm sorry, love." He took a breath, "I reacted poorly and hurt us both in the process."

"And Regina?"

"I wanted to hurt you as you had hurt me."

"I'm sorry... for not telling you." I buried my head against his shoulder. I was never good at apologies. "I did quit when I found out you liked me."

"Enough talk, love, we'll sort it in the morning, yeah?" I nodded against his shoulder.

I woke up to fingers running through my hair. I turned my head to Killian with his eyes on me.

"How long you been awake?"

"Long enough." he smiled then leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, his eyes darted between mine. I rolled over onto my side, staring at him, then at my finger as it traced the scar under his right eye. "Are you all right, with this?"

"Honestly?" I saw him nod, "I'm not sure yet." He rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his forearm.

"How drunk were you?"

"Slightly, but sober enough to remember everything."

"Were you in love with him? Will, I mean."

"No." I sighed, "We had an arrangement before. We were, I guess, friends with benefits. Only this time we pushed it further so you would think I moved on." he wanted the truth, and I hardly ever shied away.

"It didn't work." I turned my head to him and quirked an eyebrow. He peeked from under his forearm at me. "I'll admit it fucking hurt, but I knew you weren't with him."

"How the hell -"

Instead of answering, he moved his arm and traced his finger down the side of my face, "You never looked at him the way you're looking at me, the way you've always looked at me."

I quickly turned away and climbed out of my bed. "Bree?"

"We're both hurt, Killian. And as much as I missed you and what we did, we need time. I refuse to be a rebound, and I refuse to do that to you, even though I wasn't with him." I walked to my closet and grabbed a robe then change of clothes from my dresser.

He grabbed me by the upper arm and turned me, "Tell me you don't feel anything for me. Tell me you don't want this, us."