Broken. (The sequel to 'Yes Mr.Sykes') - (COMPLETED)

Part 20 - "The End." - Final Part

*a week and a half later*

BETH'S P.O.V

I knew this wouldn't be easy.

Why on earth would it be easy, burying my fiancé?

This was possibly going to be the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I finished applying mascara. Why was I wearing make up? I knew I'd end up crying it off by time the service was over.

I relaxed slightly as I felt the firm, warm hand giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. It was comforting having him here.

Jay.

He'd been so supportive over the last two weeks. He came around as soon as I called him; he was great at comforting Grace. She was completely heartbroken over Nathan dying.

I let out an unsteady breath as I looked back up at the mirror, smiling weakly at Jay in the reflection. He was wearing a black suit and tie, and he looked smart. Unlike his usual fashion of jeans and a weirdly patterned shirt.

He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze yet again.

I glanced down at my dressing table and instantly tears formed in my eyes as I saw a picture of me and Nathan, him hugging me from behind and his arms firmly around my waist.

I let out a heavy sigh as I grabbed the photo frame and laid it down against the dresser.

I didn't have the heart to look at photos like that, not yet. It was too soon.

The police still hadn't found what actually happened to Nathan.

Was it a murder? Was it suicide?

I sighed as I turned around to Jay.

"Can you go and make sure Grace is okay?" I smiled faintly, before he nodded and slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

I sat on my bed, sighing heavily.

My chest felt hollow, it felt completely empty. I wanted to curl up and cry, but I didn't feel any better after doing so. The feeling of loss, grief and pain wasn't going away anytime soon, and I knew that.

If I didn't have Grace, I probably would have had a mental breakdown by now.

I probably would have done something incredibly stupid if I didn't have my little girl to fight for.

She needed me, she had lost Nathan as well and I had to stop being so selfish and thinking of myself, ii had to put Grace first no matter what.

I knew Jay would look after her if I ever needed time to myself, or even a little bit of space.

Jay had been amazing, looking after us both. I knew he had hated Nathan in the past, but he was making up for it now. I honestly don't know what I'd do if he wasn't here.

He was staying over at the minute; of course he was sleeping on the sofa. I didn't want anyone taking up Nathan's side of the bed yet. I refused to wash the bed sheets yet, they still had the scent of his aftershave

I gripped his pillow in my fists, letting tears fall from my eyes. This pain was way too much to handle.

If Jay wasn't here, I probably would have crumbled by now.

I sighed, wiping my cheeks with the backs of my hands.

Luckily my mascara was water proof.

I stood up, wobbling slightly in my heels as I felt a bit weak.

Grace instantly rushed to my side, nuzzling into my stomach as I flinched, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"Come on, it's going to be fine." I smiled faintly, crouching down to her height as I tucked her hair behind her ear gently, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

Grace nodded her head slightly before a low mumble escaped her lips that literally broke my heart.

"I miss him, mummy." Her lip began to tremble, and I couldn't even handle looking at her hurting so much, so I wrapped my arms even tighter around her, pulling her as close to me as possible as I started to stroke her hair gently.

"You know he's always going to look after you, and he's always going to be watching over you." I mumbled, trying my best to hold it together as I tried to comfort her.

Jay gave me a faint smile as he picked Grace up, holding her on his hip.

"Come on, Beth." He mumbled, pressing his lips against my forehead.

I nodded, glancing around the bedroom one last time before letting out a deep breath as I followed Jay downstairs, getting into his car.

I watched as Jay put Grace in her car seat before he got into the drivers seat.

The drive to the church felt endless, like we'd been travelling for years.

I picked Grace up, my hands shaking violently. Jay must have noticed because as soon as he got out of the car, he took her off me.

I gripped his arm for support as we walked into the church, and of course we had to sit at the front, with Grace sat between me and Jay.

I didn't really want Grace to come, but she had decided that she wanted to. She wanted to say her final goodbye to Nathan, and I couldn't really take that away from her.

I kept my head down for most of the service as random people who I'd never met said things about Nathan that I'd never even heard of.

I let out a weak chuckle as one of his cousins began to tell memories about when they were children.

It was strange, being sat in a room full of strangers, all these people that had come together just to say goodbye to the love of my life.

Grace held my hand very tightly as we walked outside to the space where Nathan would finally be laid to rest.

I stood next to Jay again; I refused to let him leave my side at the minute.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I looked down into the hole in the ground.

That was it; this is where my fiancé would spend the next few years until he became nothing but a bunch of bones in a wooden box.

I gripped Jay's arm tightly as they began to lower the coffin into the ground as Nathan's favourite song began to play.

Skinny Love by Birdy.

Tears formed in my eyes again as I leant my head on Jay's shoulder, my attempts at stopping my tears from flowing were failing massively.

Jay's hand began to run up and down my shoulder as they started to put the soil back over Nathan's coffin as he was finally at peace.

And as Jay's hand slid to my waist, I never noticed the sly smirk forming on his lips as he'd finally got what he wanted after 7 long years. Jay had gotten away with it.

He had won.