TW: this chapter does involve a conversation surrounding the event of a miscarriage. I am aware of how real and triggering this may be for some people, so please read with caution and skip if needs be. Sending you all the most love in the world, Beth🩶
The night was spent with Vito and I hugging in bed, me crying a little and watching whatever show was on the tv to attempt to try and distract us from the entire situation. As I had told Vito, I didn’t want to have children yet, not only was I not ready but with all that’s been happening recently, with my father, Shane but also, Vito and I still in the early stages of our relationship, bringing a child into that mess wouldn’t have been a good thing. But to hear that I was pregnant but due to whatever was put in my water for reasons I still don’t know, we never even got the chance to make a decision ourselves. Waking up the morning after, I still felt a little tired and a tad dizzy, but knowing I had my father to look after, I shake that feeling off and jump into the shower to wash off everything that had happened yesterday and put it all behind me, well best that I could. After checking my father was okay and even taking him on a walk around the garden for some fresh air, I put
Once I had disclosed the reason for my sudden change in mood, the room grew silent as the pair share a look of understanding, but I only stare at the ground. I knew this day was invariably going to happen at some point, but I had told myself that I wouldn’t need to think about it until it happens. This helped me to get over the fact that Shane was no longer here but not that I’d have to fully say goodbye to him, before I could simply pretend, he had moved away. But my decision had only allowed the bottled-up feelings to wash over me at once, I should have given myself time to process this all. “Each time that I think I’m past what happened with Shane, something always springs up which takes me right back to where I was.” I say with a sigh still looking down at his name written in gold letters, that same fever like dream that I had with Shane sprung into my mind, the way his voice sang my name repeated as like some kind of horror film. “It’ll be okay Pequeño, it may be a hard event
I was able to successfully keep my emotions at bay initially, fighting with the odd tear that freighted to cascade down my face when the realisation of why we were all sat in this church came to my mind. That was until we all told to stand as eight men walked down the isle, resting on their shoulders was a light wooden coffin, which is what gave the permission for my silent cries to erupt. Vito’s arm around my shoulders instantly as I cried on his chest, knowing this would be the last time that Shane and I would be in the same room as each other, weighed so heavily on my heart. The normal processings of the ceremony continued, the victor saying a few words and even some songs were sung, but it wasn’t until the man I knew as Shane’s distant uncle took the stage, I knew something was amiss. Shane would always tell me how much him and this uncle of his hated each other, according to Shane, this man had been their family's pride and joy, considering he was the youngest boy until Sha
It was as though time froze for those first seconds, Vito’s eyes locked with the woman’s, his holding nothing but anger and hers, a mixture of shock and fear. Even the mourners who were about to throw their roses down to Shane paused and stared over with shock, no one truly knowing where this encounter was about to go. Once I realised where we were standing, I knew it wasn’t fair to Shane if a huge fight was to break out in the middle of his funeral, so walking over to Vito, I take his arm and pull him away slightly. With the same look of anger on his face, he releases the crazy lady’s hand and backs away slightly, ensuring that I was behind him. I thought this would have been the end of it, but apparently, Jayden didn’t get what I was trying to do and steps forward angrily. “What the fuck is your problem lady?!” He asks throwing his arms out to the sides as he spoke, whilst this seems to snap the woman from her shocked stance after Vito had saved my face from her hand. “What’s
Once they all returned to Vito’s home after the funeral, Coraline excused herself in order to get some sleep. Due to the havoc the miscarriage was having on her body, she felt more drained than ever. After making sure she was okay in bed, Vito walks down the stairs to find Jayden in the kitchen pulling the tie from around his neck. “I never like wearing these contradictions, feels as though I’m being strangled, which I have multiple times, so I don’t need a demonstration.” Jayden grumbles throwing the tie to lay on the counter, whilst Vito only lets out a sign brewing some coffee. “How’s she doing?” Jayden asks understanding why Vito looked a little low, he was more than worried about Coraline and all that has been happening with her. “She’s okay, she’s putting a brave face on, but I can see how much the miscarriage is affecting her.” Vito explains grabbing a glass cup out of the cupboard whilst Jayden just smiled looking over at him. “She’ll be okay, she’s made of some tough st
Waking up on Monday, I thought I would be a little stressed and worried for what may lay ahead for me now that I had to go back to work, but I wasn’t at all. Yes, I knew it would feel so strange that Shane wouldn’t be there, a hole was always going to be where he stood no matter who Kevin had hired to help me, but I also knew I couldn’t allow that to run my life. I knew Shane for so many years and spent countless hours with him, especially when it was only us two either opening up the café or closing it, that would be the time we’d work and talk about some deep topics. I know more than anything that he’d want me to get on with my life, always keep him in my memories of course but not allow the horrible death that he endured to ruin that. I was somewhat excited to walk back through those doors, with how my life has been and the many battles I have been forced to face at once, this was sort of signifying the end to all of that and the doors opening up for the new becomings. Perhaps
The morning was spent with welcoming all of the old regulars back, most would tell me how great it was that the café had reopened and how great I looked through everything. There would be the odd person who would bring Shane up and explain how it would never be the same without him and ask me if I had more information on his death, where I’d simply agree with them that it would never be the same but be quick to tell them I didn’t know much and we’re leaving it up to the police to solve. I couldn’t believe how happy being back and making all of these drinks for the regulars made me, for once I had something else on my mind other than grieve or pain. The many conversations I had with people telling me what they had done whilst the café was closed really put a smile on me face, for me over the past few months, it was as though my life had come to a standstill due to Shane and the café shutting. But now I’m talking with people, it’s showing me that no, life carried on and even though I
I could only lay there with my head still in Scott’s lap as four paramedics rush into the room with bags of medical supplies which were hopefully, going to help me. I was asked questions, but it was as though I couldn’t hear what was being said to me, the only sound ringing in my ears was of my heart pounding in my chest. The words of Vito slipping through playing around like a broken record, even though there were so many unknowns about this entire situation, I knew if he told me I’ll be fine, I would be. “We’re going to need the stretcher, I’ve done a check of her neck, and it doesn’t seem as though she needs a brace!” One of the paramedics shouts to the other which ran out of the fridge, before ensuing that the bandages to stop the bleeding were pulled tight around my shoulder, this allowing me to scream in pain. “I know it hurts Coraline, I’ll have my friend here administer you some stronger painkillers to keep you comfortable until we get make it to the hospital, okay?” The nic