Surrounded by wedding magazines, taking phone calls from florists, dress shops, venues and catering companies all day... left right and centre isn’t how I’d planned my weekend. I guess that’s what you have to do when you’re getting married... Evie Sheehan getting married for real, it’d be a lie if I said I wasn’t cynical or had cold feet or were totally terrified....
But at least everything’s sorted now. The last phone call of the night done and dusted, wine out, late night TV...relaxation.
Well...that brief episode of relaxation didn’t last long. Who knocks on the door at...12am I swear to god if it’s Danny half pissed I’ll kill him. I guess not...
A man and woman stand in front of me, black coats, black gloves staring at me with iron faced expressions.
“Um, hello?” I mutter hesitantly, twiddling my thumbs the wine in my stomach churning unpleasantly.
“Are you Miss...Evie Sheehan?” the man asks, hooded dark eyes looking down at a bit of crumpled paper before returning to my face.
“Erm yes? Who are you?” my voice raises an octave in nervousness, who are these people?
“We’re Sergeants Owen and Tomkins. Can we come in...”
Police? What are they doing here...all the frightening possibilities flood my brain burning every vessel.
“What is it?” I usher them in a few steps to allow the door to close, shutting out the bitter wind. The woman shuffles uncomfortably out of her gloves and reaches into the pocket of her sour faced colleagues coat, bringing out the crumpled piece of paper.
As he reads the words on the page, I can feel my heart smash and fall to the floor in a million little pieces. The air in my lungs comes out in bursts of heightened panic burning as it goes.
“I hope you can beat this, drag whatever will power you have left and become the person I used to love because you deserve to be happy and love someone as much as you loved me.” He goes on...I can’t hear anymore.
“Please stop it.” I shudder “tell me what happened...”
“A body was found...” I can’t breathe. This isn’t happening.
“We believe it might be the person that wrote this...Glen.”
I stagger back, hands over my mouth to stop the contents of my stomach spilling out. I can’t stop the violent sobs that rack my chest, the iron face of the man softens slightly his giant hand places itself on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry for asking this Miss but we need to go.” The giant hand pushes me towards the door but I don’t feel it, I’m numb, nothing but black fills my thoughts.
I hear them talk in the car, but I don’t respond. The woman puts a coat around my shivering shoulders talking to me, telling me it’s all going to be fine... that my brother’s going to be here soon but I don’t care, I can’t care. I won’t care without him. I can’t be him... it won’t be.
It’s freezing wherever we are and dimly lit....
“Are you ready Evie..” the soothing voice of the woman reverberates in my ears, I only nod letting her pull the silk curtain open.
I scream out loud sharply, leaving my mouth uncovered this time. I sink to my knees sliding my hands down the glass of the window that separates us, separates my one and only love from me. My hands and face pushes, slamming against the glass...
“No, no, no, NO!” I scream again thumping the glass.
He’s dead, not sleeping. So beautiful and calm, free from any trace of pain. He’s got to wake up, grumble about his day like he normally would, kiss me good morning and live. He needs to wake up...
“Wake up...” I whine, pawing the glass like an abandoned animal.
“Wake up....”
“No!!” I scream gasping, pulling the fresh air into my lungs. The shirt on my back sticks to my body. It was a dream? Something clunks to the ground as I sit up snapping my body to a right angle. A wedding magazine, the house phone and a bottle of wine... just like in the dream.
“Evie, I heard screaming. What’s the matter?” Matt’s groggy voice turns my attention towards him. His arms are quickly around me pulling me into his body his breaths move my hair. The quick breaths in and out of my lung slow slightly as I rest in his embrace.
“I had a dream..” I whimper, it’s a childlike sound but I don’t care. All I can think of is why I dreamed that horrific scenario or of him in the first place. He’s not leaving my head.
“You don’t have to tell me baby it’s ok...”
“I don’t want to... I’m sorry.” I sniffle, shoving my face closer into his chest.
“it’s ok...come on. Let’s run you a bath?”
I nod glumly, letting him scoop me up into his arms plonking me onto the bed. The image of Glen laying there still...frozen...dead haunting me. I can’t even blink without him being there.
***
I lay there in my towel, watching him get dressed. Hmm. He’s not grumbling about his day, didn’t kiss me this morning...he’s not him. But no...I don’t want him. I want this I want to get married, move away and live.
“Matt...” I mumble brightly, smiling toothy at him.
“Yeah baby?”
“Wanna set a date for this wedding then?” I giggle
“I thought you’d never say that...how about next month. It might be rushed but I know what I want and it’s you.”
“I love you. How’s 13th of july? Summer, outside wedding? Everything’s sorted, all I need is you...” I smile, feeling the emotion well up behind my eyes...pushing the horrific memories from the dream out from behind them.
“Perfect!”
Hey, I'm still hestitant in posting these chapters because they're not getting many reads but I love Evie and Glen too much to abandon them. Let me know what you think! Xox
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