Broken and Fixed - (Conor McGregor)

Chapter 6

Her eyes stared out of the window, her lustrous lips turned into a wide innocent smile as she exhaled the fresh air which came in from the slight crack of the glass window. She was the luckiest girl ever and no one in the world could contradict that fact. She was given another life, another chance to correct all her wrongs and another opportunity to breathe.

"Aria, what are you doing?" Mrs Rutherford walked into her direction and wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

"Mother, three years ago, that car accident took away my heart." Aria sighed before shutting her eyes and placing her head on Mrs Rutherford's shoulder. "But I still breathe."

"Be thankful, my dear. Be thankful to God and be thankful to that woman whose heart you now have."

"Who was that woman?"

"I do not know. But I do remember a man screaming and crying when the doctor was transplanting her heart into your body. He was probably her boyfriend. The police was forced to come in order to control the situation in the hospital just because of that one man."

Aria's heart, or that woman's heart who she had, began to beat faster as shivers travelled down her spine and her body made a slight vibration. "It must have been a terrible sight."

"Indeed. However, I pray that the woman will be blessed with a home in heaven because she saved my daughter." Mrs Rutherford's tearful eyes had no more capacity to hold the tiny droplets, thus they rolled down her eyes in the form of streams. They travelled down her cheek, touched her jawline and fell in her lap, her tiny teardrops. But they were wiped by her almost immediately because she did not want her daughter to see her crying. "I will take you for a walk."

"No, mother. I can go alone. I am seventeen now." Aria raised her head and stood up from her place.

She wrapped herself with her blue jacket, wore a blue cap and got into her green sneakers before waving her mother a goodbye and rushing downstairs.

"Aria, come here!" The cheeky voice was emitted from the living room and she had to stomp in there  with a loud scoff.

"What do you need, Carl?"

"Get me a fruit juice." He ordered her.

"Why can't you go and get it for yourself?"

"I am watching UFC." Carl showed her his tongue before returning his gaze on the tv.

She followed his gaze but what she saw on the tv made her heart beat hastily. Her cheeks instantly turned red and her heart ached so much that she fell down on her knees. Carl, worried, rushed towards her and helped her up but his hands were shaking because of fear.

"Aria, why do you worry so much?" He whispered. "Please don't tell mom about this."

Aria could barely focus on his words because her eyes were still staring at the man on the tv.

"I will take you to the next UFC event with me if you don't tell mom about this." Carl faked a chuckle, still nervous that she might tell mother.

"Make me meet that redhead and I won't tell mom."

He listened to her words, his mouth agape, and he took some time to find proper words for the reply. "Are you talking about Conor McGregor? He is a tough one. A very few fans can ever meet him."

"Then make me one of those few fans." Aria shot him a furious glare and he stepped back a little bit. She was, after all, five years older than him.

Carl sighed and nodded his head before sitting in front of the tv again.

She gazed one more time at the television and then rushed out of the living room. It was odd that she found that redhead so familiar and so close to her heart. It felt almost as if he was her other half.