Forever Is Over (46 page)

Read Forever Is Over Online

Authors: Calvin Wade

BOOK: Forever Is Over
3.64Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

The policewoman turned to Kelly,


nothing for you to worry about, Kelly, we just have to follow
procedure.

Kelly managed to half-smile at the policewoman.


Thanks Gillian! Thank you so much for everything.


It

s alright, love. You take care now and I

ll see you again soon. Just
to check you

re OK.

The coppers left. I took Kelly by the hand and guided her through
to the lounge, sitting her down on the settee, then sitting down next to
her and giving her cuddle. I was desperate to find out what had gone
on, but Kelly wasn

t speaking and I didn

t want to push it, so we sat in
silence until Mum

s silhouette could be seen through the glass panels
of the lounge door.


Let me in, Richard. I can

t open this door with a tray in my hand!

             
As I got up to open the door, the neon blue light on the video
recorder revealed that it was 5.13am.

On opening the door, Mum came in with a tray containing a teapot,
two mugs, a sugar bowl and an assortment of chocolate biscuits.


How are you feeling, love? The nice policeman told me everything.
He was ever so nice, wasn

t he? Must have been a terrible shock for you,
love. Put plenty of sugar in your tea and take a biscuit. Sugar

s good for
shock!

What the bloody hell had gone on? This was torture, I was unable
to sustain my diplomacy any longer!


What happened, Kelly?

I asked in my softest, most compassionate voice. All of a sudden,
Kelly shot up out of the settee, like a spring had catapulted into her
backside.


I need to go out, Richie, will you come with me?

she said this with
some urgency like a drunk
would just before a vomit.

             

Of course I will.

As I stood up, I could see the disappointment written all over
Mum
’s
face, I had inherited my inquisit
ive nature from her bloodline.

             

What about your tea?

she protested.


Sorry Mum, we

ll have a cup later. Let me just throw on some
clothes over these pyjamas, Kelly, and then we can go. Do you just want
a quick walk around the block? A breath of fresh air?


No,

Kelly replied,

I want you to walk me up to the

Sunny Road.

             

The sunny road?

Mum was confused.

It

s not going to be sunny
now, love, it

s still pitch black out there. Stay and have your tea!

             

It

s fine, Mum. The

Sunny Road

is just a name we gave a road
over on Clieves Hill and anyway, it

s starting to brighten up already, by the time we get over there, it will be daylight and by the looks of things,
it might even be sunny.

I threw some clothes on and despite Mum

s protests we headed off
on our walk. From Mum and Dad

s to Clieves Hill and the

Sunny 
Road

is no more than a mile and a half, a half hour walk, but we left
in lamppost lit dusk and arrived in daylight. On the journey, sketchy
details of Kelly

s ordeal began to emerge and the real victim was revealed.
Initially though, my assumption that Jemma was dead, led to mutual
confusion!

“…
so Jemma and I pretty much knew she was dead straight away.

             

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I needed to grasp this, it was all a bit too
freaky for me.


Kelly, you

re saying both you and Jemma knew she was dead.


Yes. She wasn

t breathing.

Assuming there

s an afterlife, which I don

t believe there is, but
assuming there is, when you die, you know you

re dead, but I didn

t
understand how Kelly could say that both her and Jemma knew Jemma
was dead.


I don

t get it.

Kelly looked at me like I was as bright as a black button at midnight.


Richie, what is there not to get?


How did you know, Jemma knew she was dead?


She told me.


She told you?

I looked at Kelly like she was some sort of freak.


Yes. Jemma told me she was dead. I

ve told you this.


How did she tell you then? Using some weird telepathic, spiritual
power?


No, she moved her mouth.

Kelly had lost it. Speaking to the dead! She was well on the way to
the Psychiatric Ward! I was just
playing along now for a laugh.

             

Go on then, tell me when Jemma told you that she was dead.

             

Whilst Jemma and I were waiting for the ambulance to come and
collect her body.

I smiled.


Right! You spoke to Jemma whilst you were waiting for her body
to be collected!


Yes! So?

Who did she
think she was? Mary Magdalene?


Does that not strike you as being completely insane?


It was insane that she was dead, but it was not insane that I would
be speaking to Jemma. We

re sisters, she brought me up, we had been
through this together. Why would I not be talking to her?


I can understand why you would be talking to her, but I don

t
understand why Jemma would be speaking to you?

This question seemed to freak Kelly out even more.


What do you mean? What are
you trying to say, Richie? Why
would Jemma not be speaking to me? Are you accusing me?


Kelly, I

m not accusing you of anything.

This was the most bizarre conversation I had ever had.


All I

m asking is whether Jemma spoke back to you?


Absolutely. It was Jemma that stopped me completely freaking out!

             
At that very moment, I must admit, I wanted to wash my hands of Kelly. Jemma had tragically died, but even after her death, Kelly was
having a two way conversation with her. It was all too weird for me.
Kelly was scaring me. I imagined grief had the capacity to do strange
things to the mind, but I wasn

t expecting Kelly to be the type of girl
who would embrace the paranormal so readily.

A random question only asked to break an eerie silence, was the one
that solved the mystery.


Where was your Mum whilst all this was going on?


Out for the count at the bottom of the stairs. We didn

t move her.


Drunk?


Probably Richie, but I think the fact that she was dead was more
important than the fact she was drunk!


Your Mum

s dead?


Of course she

s dead! What

s up with you, Richie? The police car,
the uniformed officers, the tears, this whole strange conversation - are
they all not one big clue?


So Jemma

s not dead?


NO! Why would Jemma be dead? I
just told you I was talking to
her!


Well, why are you crying then?

This was not meant to be heartless. If my mother or father had died
unexpectedly, I would be a total wreck, but there was a major difference
here, I loved my Mum and Dad with all of my heart. OK, my Dad was
a gambler and more than a little unreliable, but he was a loveable rogue.
From all accounts, Kelly

s mother was a nasty piece of work, always
drunk, uncaring, selfish and promiscuous. Until Kelly muttered her
response, I was still in the phase of thinking none of this added up.


Because

.

Kelly half-choked on her line,

I killed her.

The penny dropped faster than a freefall skydiver. We stopped walking.


How? How did you kill her?


She was going to attack Jemma again. I was cowering in my room,
hating myself, wishing I had the bottle to do something, then, all of
a sudden, I did have. Someone or something took over my body and I
just ran at her screaming. She was at the top of the stairs, I pushed her,
she took a step back, lost her balance and fell.

To an extent, I felt relieved. I thought Kelly was going to say she
stabbed her or poisoned her or s
omething equally first degree.

             

Kelly, you can

t blame yourself for that. You said she lost her balance
and fell. You were just pushing her away from Jemma. It sounds like it
was an accident, Kelly. A tragic accident.


Richie, it wasn

t! OK, I didn

t mean to kill her but I pretty much
pushed her down the stairs. Mum would still be here now if I hadn

t.
The police are going to send me to jail for this or at least some young
offenders unit. My Mum is dead and I killed her! As soon as the police
cotton on to that fact, I

ll be heading behind bars for a very long time.


Don

t be ridiculous, Kelly. It was an accident. You won

t go to jail.


Richie, you

re right, I won

t go to jail. I won

t allow them to do that
to me. I

m leaving, Richie. I am going to pack a bag and go. Disappear.
The thing is, Richie, I don

t want to do this on my own. I want to run
away with you, Richie. I need you to come with me. Please, come with
me. Show me how much you love me and come with me. Please Richie,
I don

t think I can do this without you

Other books

Rising Summer by Mary Jane Staples
NYPD Puzzle by Parnell Hall
Fire in the Ashes by Jonathan Kozol
Like A Boss by Logan Chance
Jurassic Park: A Novel by Michael Crichton
The Greatest Risk by Cara Colter
Stay Alive by Kernick, Simon