One Constant Holiday

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

   ‘She’s gone, there’s nothing we can do’

      The words kept playing through my mind. Ever since the paramedic told me those words in the ambulance, the tears just wouldn’t stop. I’m never going to marry her, get to see her smile, laugh, and get excited. Nothing. All because I had to stack some chairs instead of be with her.

   “Kyle?” Jimmy called from the lobby and glanced in his direction briefly before going back to staring into space. “Kyle?” He repeated as he came to a stand in front of me, which I only gathered from the sudden shadow on the ground.

   After a few minutes, he still stood there, so I looked up, “what?”

      “Kyle, it’s been two days, isn’t it time to call her parents and yours?” He spoke and I glanced back down at the ground. I knew I had to ring them, but I just didn’t know how I could tell her parents that their only daughter isn’t going to come home because she was shot by some low life scum who was trying to mug her.

   “I know man, I just don’t know how,” I said deflated. “I mean, how do you tell your girlfriend’s mum and dad that their daughter is now lying in a morgue? I just can’t physically do it.”

   He placed a strong hand on my shoulder, “do you want me to do it?”

      I shook my head, “no, I need to do it. I think Sammi would have killed me if I didn’t,” I tried to joke, but it just came out in slow, sad words. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it, what did she do to deserve death? We were happy and now we won’t ever be able to kiss each other again.

   I gave him a small smile before getting up and making my way up to my room, I needed to ring them, the sooner I got it over with the better. They did deserve to know, despite how much it hurt to even talk about it out loud.

   I sat on the bed and pulled my phone out, but as I started to look through my contacts, I noticed the bottle of whiskey on the side and decided that if I had a few swigs, it’ll give me more courage to tell them.

   I unscrewed the lid and started to pour it down my neck, the slight burning sensation slipping down my throat, before I knew it, I had drank the whole bottle nearly and the room started to spin, but I didn’t care, the slight dizziness gave me something to concentrate on other than the pain of Sammi. I found the number and it rang two times before someone picked up, “bang bang services, how can I help you?” Ben sang down the phone and I groaned. I was about to switch his life upside down.

   “It’s Kyle, I need to tell you something important,” I slurred slightly as I put a hand on the bedside cabinet to stop me from falling face forward into the ground.

   “Kyle? What you doing ringing us? Where’s Sammi?” He asked as his voice turned serious.

      “Ben, Sammi’s dead,” I told him as the tears began to fall down my face even faster than before.

      Laughter sounded down the phone, but when I didn’t say anything, it stopped suddenly, “what do you mean she’s dead?” He demanded down the phone.

   “She was shot and now she’s in the morgue,” I replied, not bothering to sugar coat it. The sooner he knows the better. “Please tell your parents, I don’t think I’m up to it,” I sobbed.

   A few moments silence passed, “shit, you’re being serious aren’t you?” He whispered down the phone.

   “I honestly wished it wasn’t but I’m being as serious as a anything here man, there was nothing I could do, I am so sorry. It should have been me!” I cried. “It should have been me…she didn’t deserve to die…” I trailed off as I wiped the tears away.

   “When?”

      “Two days ago, I only finished all the proper paper work this morning, my mind has just been somewhere else, I’m so sorry Ben,” I sobbed. It hurt a lot. I had heard from people that when they lost a loved one, it was like a part of them had disappeared, well now that she’s gone, I felt so lost, I didn’t know what to do, I’ve been running coffee as I’ve been signing the correct things to get her body sent back to Britain that now is the first time I’ve actually been able to grieve for her properly.

   “Shit,” he repeated. “Kyle, I’ve got to go, but I’ll ring you tomorrow to tell you what we’ll be doing,” he spoke, his voice breaking at the end. I knew he was trying to keep it together for the sake of me, and to be honest, I was actually grateful that he was, because if I heard someone else crying, I think it would send me over the edge. I was alone in a foreign country and all I wanted now was to be with my family and let them tell me it’s gonna be okay, even though I know it’s not because the love of my life was dead and I’ll never see her alive again.

   After drinking the last of the whiskey, I rang my mum and told her the same, she told me she was going to send me money to get home, but First Choice are already sending me home at the end of the week with Sammi’s body and they are also going to pay for the funeral and everything else as their way of ‘apologising’.

   They also warned me of the media attention I was bound to get when I got home, which I wasn’t looking forward to, I had already seen them swarming around and if I wasn’t at the hospital, I was hiding out in my room mostly to try and avoid them because I wasn’t up for talking, the evidence being that it took me two days to tell my girlfriends parents and brother that their daughter and sister was dead.

   The bottle of whiskey was completely empty now and I felt like it was sat there on the cabinet taunting me, saying that it was Sammi’s favourite drink and that she’ll never drink it again. Grabbing hole of it, the glass bottle in my hand felt heavy, so I flung it at the wall, smashing it to pieces to try and stop the taunting.

   The knocking at the door made me look away from the wall and get up to answer it. “Kyle?” Jimmy asked as he took in my swaying state. I had to crawl to the door and was now leaning heavily on the door.

   “What do you want?” I snapped.

      “Kyle, have you told her parents?” He asked as he stepped around me and into the room.

      “Yes!” I yelled as I slammed the door shut and turned to face him. “Now what do you want?” I repeated as I slowly made my way to the sofa.

   “I heard a smash against the wall and came to see if you were okay and it’s evident with the smashed bottle of whiskey and you crawling nearly to this room that you are not okay. I only left you an hour ago,” he spoke and started to get annoyed at him criticising me.

   “Well I am okay now, so you can go,” I told him sharply. “I want to take a nap, losing your girlfriend, kinda takes it out of you,” I spoke coldly.

   “Kyle, just please don’t do something you’ll regret,” he advised. “I’ll send the cleaner to come and pick up the glass,” he spoke and before I could tell him to piss off he was gone, so I made my way to the bed and fell asleep on her pillow, trying to capture her smell.

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