Chapter 12- The Inevitable

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CONOR'S P.O.V:

Of course there was a funeral. Well, technically there were three... but nobody turned up at the other two.

For some reason nobody wants to go to a funeral of a murderer or a liar.

Not that I was surprised.

Strange really. It was even stranger to be the only two people at a funeral. It was good that people weren't there because the only two people that knew about our relationship were dead... At least I thought we were the only ones there. I shuddered.

I didn't think it was appropriate to tell people considering the horrific circumstances.

In comparison there were thousands of people at Chloe's. It was almost exactly the same as the wedding.
Except there wasn't the groom.
Or the smiling parents.
Or any joyful face in sight.

In fact, it was awful. I had lost my best friend to some brutal plot of jealousy and betrayal that I didn't even know about. I turned to Kyle, and he just held me in his arms. He whispered in my ear "It's okay to cry, Chloe would have wanted you to cry at her ridiculously over the top funeral. Vain bitch." He smiled through his own tears, his morbid humour unusually cheered me up. This man was my life support.

Later on we were all called in to the police station whilst Ollie was questioned multiple times and apparently opened up after being told he would be executed in America on death row. I've been told he was relieved at the news.

I don't think anyone cared.

Kyle was the only thing that kept me going in those few weeks. The pain got a little too much at times, but a hug from him just filled that hole in my heart. I only had to roll over at night and whisper "Kyle I'm scared" and I would feel his comforting arm around my waist.

I barely said anything. The trauma left me almost dumb. The only person I would speak to was Kyle. Therapist after therapist tried, but it just took time... Kyle helped though.

Megan also visited our apartment, bringing chocolate, ice cream and her beaming face to our little house.

After a short while everyone had calmed, things went back to normal. I started speaking again. Kyle cried and hugged me in happiness, it certainly was a moment.

There was one thing that got to me that I never told anyone. I'm sure it was nothing. But...

...just one thing.

It scared me a little.

Just for a second.

At the funeral.

Her OWN FUNERAL.

Looking and laughing at me.

I thought I saw Ellie.

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