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Chapter 2
For a few moments I just couldn't take the dreadful news in yet desolate
as I realised I always would be I knew that my world had just come to a
sudden end too, very much doubting how long I could continue on alone now
that she was gone for ever.
Suddenly I broke down and began crying my heart out and if Maureen hadn't
been there I don't know what I would have done, because she immediately
put her arms around me and pulling me into her shoulder and patting my
back gently and soothingly, said how desperately sorry she was to be the
bearer of such terrible news, and that if there was anything she could
ever do to help I only had to ask.
When I could do nothing but sob hysterically she said gently please don't
worry about your work as the Managing Director himself had authorised me
to tell you take the rest of the week off, asking if there was any member
of my family or a friend she could ring.
I still couldn't speak or think coherently so for the next few minutes or
so she just held me tight trying to soothe and calm me down, adding gently
that several of Siobhan's friends in her new department and many more from
her old one were just as distraught and upset as well, and were all
planning on attending her funeral sometime in the next month or so as
she'd been so universally well liked and popular. Saying that she'd known
her quite well too, feeling absolutely sure that Siobhan would wish me to
join them as well.
I remember very little about the next few days as each day was a living
nightmare other than Brendan must have somehow heard the news, as there
was a small note from him on the kitchen table the following morning
saying that he was utterly desolate and unhappy for me as well; finally
wishing it could've all been under much happier circumstances but he was
now leaving immediately and would try to send the outstanding rent as soon
as possible, but please never to try and find him.
Oh my God I thought why did it take my poor sweet Siobhan's death to make
you finally wake up and realise what you've bloody well done ! I looked in
his room which was empty thank God, as I swear I might well have killed
him on the spot and then myself.
I suppose I must still have been in delayed shock too I don't know, but I
remember answering a phone call from Maureen the following day asking how
I was and was there anything more she could do, finally saying that the
Managing Director had very generously given me a month's paid leave of
absence instead, and that if there was anything he could personally do to
help please feel free to get in touch with Maureen any time.
Still as desolate and broken hearted as ever I knew that I desperately
wanted to go to her funeral if only to be as close to her as possible for
the last time. Even risking having to meet her parents for the first time
who thankfully had sat at the front of the pews, enabling me to leave just
before the service was over because much as I would have loved to meet
them normally I simply couldn't face them.
If ever....
Looking back on it all I still don't know even now how I managed to get
through the next few days, everything just seeming to happen on autopilot
as I'd never felt so alone and lost in my life. I never told my parents
either, though I know that they knew something was seriously wrong as I'd
only spoken to them briefly a couple of times on the phone as I just
didn't want to talk to anyone.
By the time Christmas Eve came round a couple of weeks later I'd gone back
to my job as I was still behind with the rent and really needed the money,
only too grateful that I'd still been on full pay throughout. And even
though my life was still at its lowest ebb, I was determined to be the
very last to leave the forthcoming annual office party because I somehow
sensed that Siobhan would definitely be there in spirit with me as well.
I did feel a little better for going afterwards even though I hardly spoke
to anyone as I knew they must all know by now who I was and deliberately
left me alone. Then finally with one last long unhappy look around the
empty room full of Christmas wrappers, streamers and empty wine bottles
headed straight for the nearest pub.
I seem to remember leaving sometime after 11 definitely very drunk and
soon soaked to the skin in the driving rain, too content to just wander
the cold dark streets alone which only made things worse.
Suddenly I felt a warm draft of air coming out of a small brightly lit
shopping arcade and instinctively drawn I suppose like a moth to light,
with perhaps the chance of a little human Christmas warmth now that even
Brendan had gone, I wandered in vaguely puzzled why it was still open so
late as the place was almost empty.
Hearing a bell ringing and loud laughter, I turned a corner to suddenly
barge into a group of drunken yobs all laughing and jeering at some wild
eyed old Father Christmas deafeningly ringing a handbell, whilst hobbling
up and down in front of a sledge drawn by two stuffed very motheaten
reindeer.
Strangely he would suddenly stop and point at one of them then start
shouting something in a weird unknown language, then without warning he'd
suddenly spun round locking his deep green eyes onto mine, simultaneously
feeling a deep icy cold penetrating to the very core of my being
frightening the life out of me.
For a few seconds I couldn't move a muscle as we continued staring at each
other before he finally turned back to his wild incantations and weird
behaviour just as before.
Not much I can remember after that thankfully except paying off a taxi
driver at what seemed like treble the usual rate, then before I could
insert my key into the door it was suddenly opened by a very scared and
worried looking Brendan....!
Thankfully I must have passed out for next morning Christmas Day I woke up
very late in my bed with a splitting headache to see Brendan with a
nervous smile quickly placing a mug of tea and a couple of hot croissants
on my bedside table, mumbling just before escaping that he'd already
showered and that a mid-morning brunch, if I was up to it, was ready and
waiting in the oven.
If I hadn't had such a bloody great hangover huge as he was I would have
almost certainly tried to kill the devious bastard right there and then,
finally letting out all the hate and fury that was still locked up inside
me; utterly furious that he should even have had the nerve to be back in
MY flat again after all the pain, misery and anguish he'd caused.
What right did he have to just walk back into my life after all he'd done
as if nothing had ever happened ! What pathetic excuse was he going to try
and come up with now ! Most of all what was he doing here anyway, after
what he'd done to my poor Siobhan who but for his stupidity and
selfishness would still be alive today and with me forever?
Hearing the damned tv on again I was all set to go in and throw him out on
the spot when for some odd reason I decided to let things be for just a
little bit longer until I'd had a chance to think things over one last
time. Perhaps it was because it was Christmas Day and still pouring with
rain bringing uncomfortable thoughts of Scrooge I don't know, so
grudgingly sat down for a belated breakfast that was already getting cold.
As I did so I noticed a small Christmas Card from him beside the plate
together with a small plastic bag containing the latest headphone
amplifier that he knew I'd been needing for a long time.
Then as if to rub it all in the tv went silent leaving me more undecided,
mixed up and lonelier for Siobhan than ever before.
Quickly glancing up at the clock and knowing the corner shop would still
be open till midday, I knew I just had enough time to get Brendan a very
belated present as well. But as I was hurrying into the hall I suddenly
stumbled over my heavy overcoat lying on the floor surrounded by a large
puddle of water, so picking it up gave it a quick shake before hanging it
up on a peg to dry and grabbed an umbrella instead.
Just as I was turning away I felt a lump in one of the pockets and puzzled
pulled out a small black box with a silver clasp, which when opened
revealed a small ring set into a very damp velvet lined slot. Whilst
wedged to the underside of the lid was a small folded white envelope
inside which was a small Christmas card mystifyingly addressed to myself,
together with the usual festive greetings and a picture of the stereotype
Father Christmas in a sleigh pulled by reindeer.
Finally at the bottom was a small scrawled message in very spidery and
shaky handwriting saying "For sure t'is not Finnegan" which shook me badly
for where the hell could it have it come from, worse how could anyone
have possibly known my name?
And what the hell was "For sure t'is not Finnegan" supposed to mean?
Certainly it wasn't in Brendan's handwriting.
So who in heaven's name could have possibly given me the mysterious
Christmas card, box and ring?
Most of all why....?
Kaidence
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