Grief: A Short Story Part 2

Part 2 of Grief: A compelling short story of grief, pain, deception and cruel intent. What happens next for Emma?

If you have not read part 1 read it here

She took a deep breath and grabbed her courage, slowly descending the staircase she ran through the events of that fateful night in her head, some of the scenes in her mind were a blur, the sound of sirens and screaming began ringing in her ears and her heart began to pound, she felt a sense of dread consume her being. Her thoughts were interrupted by her sister Michelle placing her hand on her shoulder and telling her everything was going to be alright, she handed her a hot cup of tea and helped her sit down on the brown leather sofa. There were two police officers, one male and one female both with mousey brown hair, and cold stern stares. This was it the moment she was dreading, coming to terms with it and facing the truth that he was gone. The male police officer began talking, “I am PC Jared Mitchell and this WPC Laura Simpson, we would like you to take your time and run through the events of the night of September 25th 2009 with us” There is a cold silence in the room, broken by the thumping of Emma’s heartbeat, pounding through her chest she wondered how she was going to recall those awful events.

Taking a sip of her tea and placing it on the marble coffee table, she began the journey back in time, like a vortex her mind went back like a whirlwind, a time machine, she was sucked back into the past.

I finished work at around 4pm that Friday, it was my Birthday I was turning 21 so my boyfriend Adam was taking me out for a surprise. I was so excited so rushed back home and got ready. I had a few glasses of red wine while I waited for him to come and pick me up. He decided to drive that night instead of getting a taxi as last time we went into town we ended waiting for almost an hour in the freezing cold. He said he did not plan on drinking because he needed a clear head for this! I wondered what he was planning but all the same I was really excited, it felt like we were driving for ages. Anyway we ended up at The Dorchester hotel in Park lane, I thought to myself there is no way we are staying here he could never afford this. We parked up and the concierge opened the door for me. I Won’t go into all the details but we got up to the room and my bags were already up there, I didn’t even pack any so I wondered how they got there, Adam must have done it as a surprise obvioulsy. We admired the room for a while then went downstairs for dinner, we ate chinese food and it was fantastic. I had a great time, Adam then told me that we were meeting a few friends at a club in Leicester Square, I can’t even remember the name of the club, some posh place. I think it might have been called studio something, I am not sure. Anyway I was drinking all night, I had champagne and red wine most of the night, Adam was just drinking orange juice, and lemonade. He looked pretty nervous for the most part of the night and he didn’t really dance. This was not like him, I noticed he looked really tired towards the end of the night so I suggested we get back to the hotel. We jumped in the car, said bye to our friends Victor and Stacey and went on our way. We must have been about half a mile away from the hotel, Adam wasn’t speeding, but the car was swerving out of control. I told him to be careful and pull up, I thought he was just tired. He tried to pull over but the car just somehow spun over and that is all I can remember. The next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed, I could just about hear the sirens but I can’t remember anything after that. I woke up to be told Adam did not make it……