Broken and Fixed - (Conor McGregor)

Chapter 13

"Aria! Where did you go?" Conor ran around the house, looking for her without a stop. He had already lost Anora and now he was afraid to lose her.

But he stopped worrying when he found her in the kitchen, cluelessly looking inside the fridge and checking the ingredients which were kept inside of it.

"Conor, I won't run away." She chuckled, still rummaging the fridge. "Your wife called you numerous times while you were asleep."

He took out his phone at that moment and she was correct. Twenty missed calls, all from his wife.

"You love her, don't you?" Aria turned to place the apple on the counter as she started cutting it with a knife.

"I do but-" he paused, trying to think if he should tell her or not, about the things he had said last night and about how he saw Anora in his dream. He came to a conclusion which was to keep it all a secret.

But Aria still stared at him eagerly, hoping he would say something and when he didn't, she was a bit disappointed.

"Go home, she's waiting for you. I will take care of myself."

Conor glanced at her one last time before nodding and leaving her to be.

As soon as he left and Aria heard the door shut behind him, she screamed threw the apple and the knife away. She was angry. She was infuriated because he loved someone else and not her. But then she questioned herself; "do I love him?"

It was Anora who loved him because the heart which Aria had wasn't hers. Whatever it told her to do, it was Anora trying to control her. Going to that bar, running away from her house, living in Conor's house and throwing away things in such way, it was all Anora.

"Please, please leave me." Aria cried, tears streaming down her almond-shaped eyes as she fell down in the corner of the kitchen. She helplessly wrapped her arms around her legs, shivering tremendously. She felt as if someone was laughing at her, as if her heart was laughing at her and telling her that it's a part of her now.

"I've done so many things wrong and for what? He will never love you, Anora." Aria softly mumbled before closing her eyes and sobbing even more.

The laughter, which she was hearing, suddenly stopped. Her heart, which was mocking her just few minutes ago, it was calm now because Aria had raised a question of deep thought.

"If you want justice, you must remain calm. You don't have to rule me, Anora. I will get you justice." She breathed softly, leaning her head back against the white wall.

That was the moment when she started feeling better. Her tears started to dry up and she stood up to clean the mess she had made. Aria felt much closer to Anora now. They were more than just each other's part. They were like soul sisters now because, even if they couldn't see each other, they could still interact with each other and Aria understood Anora very all. She felt her pain, her misery and her guilt of loving Conor.

On the contrary, Conor, who just reached his house was scolded by his wife who expressed her thoughts about how Conor was denying his duties as a husband.

"Give me some of your time, Conor. Please, you don't understand how much I want to make a family with you. Me, you and a small baby. That is what I want." Dee walked up and down the room as Conor was seated beside the fireplace, sipping his beer and peacefully staring at the fire.

"I can't give you that, Dee. Not yet." He replied, uninterested in her useless rants.

"Gosh, is this the Conor I married? I remember when you would wait for me to come back from work and now, I'm the one who has to wait for you. Be honest, you haven't stopped loving me, have you? Is there another woman-"

"Dee, shut up! Stop being a bitch! I married you because you were different but you're the same as those other Irish lassies! I already told you that I'll give you a family once I'm done with UFC." Conor's raging words brought tears to Dee's eyes but she held them back.

The door of the living room slightly opened and in came a very shocked lady.

"Erin, when did you come here?" Conor glared at his sister with a surprised look on his face.

She walked in and swallowed hard before speaking. "I need to talk to you, little brother."

Dee left the room instantly and Erin stepped towards Conor. "I heard you screaming at your wife. This isn't right."

"I know, Erin. I'm just really tired. She wants a family but you know how important UFC is for me." He flopped down on the sofa and Erin sat beside him.

"It's alright. It happens but just remember, Dee is a wonderful woman and you mustn't let her cry. If she needs a family, give it to her. Woman's voice must be heard before a man's." She patted on his back and brought him closer by hugging him in a sisterly manner.

He sighed and nodded his head. Then he looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "Why'd you come?"

"I baked a cake, that is why. It's in the kitchen." She gave a goofy smile and laughed slightly.

Conor chuckled too as he recalled the fact that Erin had always been a terrible cook. "I hope it's good. By the way, I want you to do me a favour."

"Anything for you, king."

"I sort of helped this girl. She was homeless. More like she ran away from her home and I allowed her to live in my old house, the one at the Sandyford road. She had no money, no food and she was alone with big dreams and high hopes and she reminded me of my young self. I really felt like helping her so I gave her the keys. I want you to check on her, if she's doing alright, and give her some food. She must be starving."

Erin smiled. That was her brother, always caring, always loving. It was in his nature to help others, no matter how much he tried to ignore that person. He'd always end up helping three or more people a day. But the world was blinded by his arrogance over his loving personality and that was what Erin had always detested.

"Not a problem. I'll go just now. Oh, and don't forget to try the cake. It's made with love." She giggled before leaving the room.