Missing Beats by K.L. Shandwick

Author:K.L. Shandwick [Shandwick, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Social media

For the following three weeks my life felt pretty unsettled. I missed Kane more than I missed Elliott which was weird considering the amount of time I’d spent with each of them. Post-relationship, or non-relationship as in Kane’s case, depression had set in and Kane never called.

Candice and I remained holed up in my apartment, when not at work, safe with my shiny new lock watching weepy chick flicks, eating pizza and with me crying regularly.

After a few days of this, I felt brave enough to check out my social media notifications on my way to work. They were mainly private messages from people I’d gone to school with wanting to meet up or find out what Kane Exeter was like. Some called me a whore and a few were supportive. I clicked onto my newsfeed and was paralyzed with shock when I saw Elliott’s status on my timeline.

“This is Elliott’s sister, Marian, I am posting this to inform you that Elliott died last night as the result of a car accident. Final arrangements will be posted when Elliott’s body has been released for burial. Our family is devastated, by the loss of our wonderful son and brother. Please, can we ask for privacy in our grief. We will post the funeral arrangements in due course.

A sharp zap of electricity hit the center of my chest as tears blurred my vision. I sat in a stunned silence, staring at the outline of my cell phone unable to comprehend the shocking news I’d just read. Elliott was dead and all I could think about was that I’d hurt him in his final days of life.

“Excuse me, Miss, are you okay?” I glanced up to see a middle-aged woman watching me with concern.

Choked with emotion, tears rolled down my face and the only thing I could do was gesture my cell at her. She turned her head to see what I had been reading and her eyes closed in horror after she read it. “A relative?” she asked gently.

“No. Ex-boyfriend,” I sniffed.

“Okay, where were you going?”

I looked up to see where we were and answered, “Next stop. Work. My office is just around the corner from the station.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No…it’s fine. I’ll be okay. It’s only a few minutes away. You’ve been really kind already,” I said, taking the tissue she gave me. I didn’t deserve her sympathy.

“Are you sure it’s no problem—”

“Thank you, honestly, I’ll be stronger on my own, but thank you for helping me,” I offered as I wiped my eyes with a tissue before blowing my nose on it. I gave her a watery smile of reassurance.

The train arrived at my stop and I went through the motion of getting off, conscious that I was attracting attention because I’d been crying…was still crying. The look on people’s faces as I passed them in the street wasn’t lost on me.

I made it to the office reception and my silent tears became wailing sobs as soon as I was in the safety of the building.

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