Forever Yours, Elliot

Chapter 6 - Forget it Happened.

“Please…. Please No” I said, my voice barely a whisper, my breath fast, so fast that I felt faint and sick at the same time. One of the police officers held out their arm to steady me and opened his mouth

“Are you Miss Elliot Andrews?” he asked softly, his voice sad, empathetic.

I nodded with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes to give me any kind of news but the news I was expecting. I knew it was futile.

“Miss Andrews, were sorry to inform you that earlier this evening there was a car accident a few hours north of here, Unfortunately there were no surviors and we have identified the victims as Mr Eric Andrews and Mrs Evelyn Andrews.” The cop only barely managed to say it without breaking, but I let out an ear piercing scream, This wasn’t happening.

Before I knew it I was on the ground, tears falling thick and fast. I wasn’t sure who was around me, or what they were saying. I felt numb.

My parents were gone, dead, I am alone, like normal… but now it was different.

I felt someone lift me, but my eyes were too puffy to open and look who. I was placed on the couch and a blanket placed gently on top of me. The blanket felt like a deadweight, holding me down, sinking me in to the ground, but I didn’t care. Maybe sinking in to the ground would be a good thing, maybe then I could finally be with my family.

“Mr C…. is she going to be okay?” I heard Louise say softly, her voice was choked up.

“I don’t know, I think tonight it might be a good idea if we take shifts watching her, I’ll go first, you and Ryan go get some sleep”

“You sure?”

“I’ll wake you in a few hours” He murmured

I heard louise walk away and footsteps walked toward me, and sat beside me on the couch. I forced my eyes open and looked up at Matt, his eyes were full of heartache, and concern.

“Who called you over?” I whispered, my voice croaky, sore from the crying

“I heard you scream, Elliot, I am so sorry” his eyes filled up with tears and my throat suddenly felt choked up again and I closed my eyes before I could watch them fall. The knot in my throat didn’t disappear though and before I knew it I was falling apart all over again. Matt’s arms wrapped around me and held me as I cried. I mustve fallen asleep crying, because when I woke it was starting to get light out. My head pounded which I figured was probably a mixture of the alcohol and the crying. There was warmth on my back and it took a few minutes to realise that I was lying on Matt’s lap, his arm resting on my back. I sat up, even though my world had been thrown on it’s head, then stabbed a million times, I knew sleeping on my teacher was hardly appropriate.

The house felt larger and emptier than it had in a long time, even though there were technically more people in the house right now than there had been for a while. I stood up and walked over to the last family portrait we’d had done, a full six years ago when I was 12. It was just before they had bought the restaurant. We looked happy, like a real family, and we were.

I ran my hands over the slightly dusty glass, Why hadn’t I just told them how much I needed them?

I brought the frame to my chest and walked out of the lounge in to the dining room. The police had left paperwork on the table, but I couldn’t look at that now, I couldn’t face the reality of what was going to become of me now. I walked into the kitchen and my moms dirty glass from breakfast the night before sat on the bench, her deep red lipstick print, sat perfectly on the edge. I grabbed the glass and walked upstairs to my parents bedroom. Unsurprisingly, it looked barely lived in, like it was a showroom home. I walked over to the bed and fell to my knees, burying my head into the black and white comforter. I wasn’t alone for long,  my friends soon flanked my sides, wrapping their arms around me.