Do Bullies Fall in Love?

The Letter at The Door /15/

Ariel'sPOV

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door. I went to see who it’s was. It was no one. I looked around and saw an envelope on the floor with my name on it. I picked it up and went back into my room. I opened the envelope. It was yet another letter from my father.

Dear Ariel,

I know I’ve been writing to you a lot lately. It's been hard these past few days. I want you to know that I know that I wasn’t there when you needed me, I know that I was a living a hell. I just want to be there for you from now on. We don't have to see each other we could just keep sending each other letters. I just want to hear about your life. But until you decide what you want to do. I want to tell about my life over the past few years. After you left home, it took very little time to realized that I lost everything. I didn’t stop drinking instead I started drinking more than ever. With every shot I took tears fell and so did my regret. I finally decided to go to rehab. When I got out I didn’t want to be Ireland anymore. I wanted to go back to Essex, home, where we always will belong.

 Everyday I would worry about you. Were you alive? Were you cold? Were you hungry? I thought about every possible thing that could have happened to you. I looked non stop until one day I came across an article saying that you were dating the lad that came to house in Ireland and had one of your guitar picks? According to article his name is Niall Horan. Life turned out really good for you. I am happy for you.

 Do you remember when you were little I used to show you magic tricks and one day you asked me, why does magic exist. I answered you "Magic exists to make people happy and give them hope and make them smile." You looked me with the brightest and biggest eyes in the world and you said "Daddy? If that's the case... music is the strongest form of magic.” I chuckled and agreed with you. Do you remember when you tried to teach your sister to play the piano and she wanted to give up but you told her that giving up makes her weak and even if she learns to play a least one cord it would make her a winner. So she learned how to play a C cord and she thought that she was best piano player ever. You wrote a song only using a C cord with simple words just so she could feel special. I knew you’re a special one when you were born. Maybe one day we can see each other again. If you want write back... Leave it outside your door and I'll get it.

From,

                                                Daddy

I sat on the bed with shock. I didn't know what to do. A part of me wanted to be happy that he wants to talk to me; another part of me wants to hate him for not being there for me. This is all too much to handle. My mum always said don't waste time hating people, get angry a while and then walk away with a smile. Your heart is too big and it's doesn't have to space to hate. So maybe I should write to my dad is trying after all. I re-read the letter... Wait what! Niall has one of guitar picks... so that means he was the one that saved my life! Oh No! Why me?

Dear Dad,

 

I decide to write to you. I feel that  we can talk to each other. My life has been alright since I left. Niall and I aren't dating. I’m just his bands songwriter. I do remember all those things in fact I got Magic is the strongest form of magic, tattooed. Just a few weeks ago my life turned upside down. So many things have happened, one of them being you writing to me. Right now I'm in Essex touring with One Direction. Though I think you know that already since you wrote to me a few minutes ago. Daddy I really miss you. I miss the old you, when I felt you could protect me from anything in the world. I’m going to be in Essex for three days maybe we can met up in the café where you met mummy? I want to see you. Maybe one day I can forgive you but I’ll never forget. Well it’s really late and I need to wake up early tomorrow so… let me know, yeah?

                                                                  Love,

                                                          Ariel Scott

I walked to the door of the hotel room and out the letter outside the front of the door, where I found my dad’s letter. I hopped back into bed and went to sleep. At least something good came out of this day.