A Year After Losing Kayla

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12:

Tommy should of been out of Surgery by now. What was taking them so long? I was sat in the relatives room alone, strangers sat either side of me. They all looked in such pain. I didn't want to make eye contact, I just wanted to see Tommy. The nurse had given me a quick once over after the police had finished questioning me. I was fine, but Tommy isn't.

The clock kept ticking, each minute feeling longer then the last, I had to get out of here. I couldn't stand the sitting and waiting, not knowing what was going on. I stood up and left the room, I could feel the eyes of the other people stare at me as I made my exit.

I wandered aimlessly around the hospital. I didn't know where to go. He couldn't die, with Dad now gone Tommy was all I had. I pressed my back against one of the cold, pale blue walls. I slide down it until I was sitting on the floor. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them close. I just cried. I couldn't stop myself. My life was crashing down around me.

I got up and started walking again, I managed to find my way to reception. Before I even knew what was happening I was pulled into a hug. I breathed in the familiar smell and hugged back. It was Jane.

'Holly, are you ok sweetie?' She asked, just hearing the sound of her voice again caused the tears to fall. I shook my head and she tightened the embrace. 'I know darling, I know'

We sat together on the chairs by reception, I wouldn't leave until I saw Tommy. They were taking so long. Then a nurse walked over to us. A look of sorrow and pain on her face. No. He couldn't be. I felt the tears escape my eyes. What was I going to do without him. I started trembling and Jane held my hand all the tighter. The nurse was now in front of us, I waited for her to say those horrible words. I closed my eyes and turned my head away.

'He's awake if you want to come and see him?' She said, her tone calm and steady. I looked up at her and smiled. The reality sinking in. He wasn't dead!

'Tommy's ok?' I asked weakly, the tears streaming down my cheeks. The nurse nodded before she spoke again.

'He is going to be just fine, Sweetheart' She beamed. Jane let go of my hands and motioned for me to follow the nurse.

'I'll be right here' She said, winking. I mouthed 'thank you' and walked behind the nurse. She lead me over to Tommy's room. I could see him through the transparent glass walls, he was sitting up in the bed and looked great. He saw me and waved, i waved back and opened the door.

I sat by his bedside and he took hold of my hands. I looked up at him and saw his smiling face. How could he be smiling? I smiled back.

'Are you ok?' He asked, I nodded my head. 'Are you sure? Did you get yourself checked out by the nurses cos-' I cut him off.

'Tommy I'm fine, it's just a bit of bruising.' I said.

'Thats good' Tommy smiled. He tightened his grip on my hands as a couple of policemen walked into the room.

'Tommy, we need to ask you some questions' One said.

'But of course only if you feel up to it' The second one continued. Tommy just nodded and released my hands. I stood up and left the room. I waited outside. It was all finally beginning to sink in. My Dad was a sick murderer, he had done so many horrible things and I had never noticed.

The policemen walked out the room and turned to me.

'We are going to need to take you back to the station to write your statement.' One said. I nodded.

'Your neighbour told us you have been staying with her. Would you like that to continue because if not we can find you a foster placement?' The other asked.

'I wanna stay with Jane.' I quietly muttered. The policemen nodded in ackowledgement and left. I walked back into Tommy's room. His face was pale and his eyes were puffy.

'You ok?' I asked as I sat beside him. He shook his head.

'My mum died a few hours ago. She overdosed.' He said, not looking me in the eye. I took his hand and held it close.

'Where's your dad?' I asked. Tommy just shrugged his shoulders.

'I don't know, he did a runner after finding out Mum had died.' He turned his head to face me. 'Oh well, good ridence' He said smiling. I smiled back.

The next few days went by in a blur, I wrote out my statement and Tommy was being discharged later today. But I was sat by Kayla's grave. Stroking the delicate petals on the flowers I had picked. I stared into her eyes on the photo and just chatted to her. I could sense her there listening. Like she was sitting next to me.

I turned to see a figure by my side. A ghostly figure that nobody else could see. I knew that I was imagining this but it still gave me the closure I needed. I stood up so I was face to face with Kayla's ghost. She hadn't changed.

'You look just like me' She laughed. I couldnt help but laugh with her.

'Yeah, long story that one. Im dying it back though' I said

'Good, cos thats MY style and I dont want you stealing it.' She said it with a harsh and angry tone but I knew she was lying. I laughed, she held her hand out and I reached mine forward to touch hers. But she wasn't really there. I look to the floor and then back up. The ghost was gone.

I walked down to Jane's alone. I felt terrible inside. Jane was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. SHe turned round and gave me a smile, I smiled back despite my feelings.

'Your Dad's court hearing is on the 21st' She said. I nodded and checked it on the calender. That was in 4 days time. I had four days to prepare what I was going to say. I was going to get him sent down for a long time.

I could feel the determination growing inside of me. Kayla needed justice. And she was certainly going to get it. Even if I die trying...