Broken and Fixed - (Conor McGregor)

Chapter 22

"Aria Rutherford, a teenage fashion designer from the Feather Designing Company was stabbed in an alleyway, exactly at-"

He turned off the television because he couldn't afford to hear it all anymore. All the news channels were filled with this horrible news and Conor's heart was crying the tears of agony. The pain which his heart felt was visible on his face, as his eyes let out a stream of tears. He had never cried in his life, not even in his toughest times so why was he crying now? He was finally defeated, he was broken apart into two pieces, his crown had fallen and shattered because he finally knew how it felt when a person cries. What caused his defeat was Aria, a simple girl to who he had given in himself.

He got up, cleared his tears of defeat and made his way to stare at the entrance of the emergency room.

"You okay?"

He couldn't respond to that question. Alistair approached him and kept his hand on his shoulder. "She will be alright mate."

"I could not even save her." Conor said in a husky voice which was close to inaudible. "I am pathetic. You brought her here, whereas I should have."

"Conor," Alistair sighed deeply, he was as affected as Conor but since he had already went through this pain once, he knew how to control his emotions, "I once lost my beloved. She had no one in this world and she counted on me but I could not save her. Aria is so lucky to have you, her family-"

"She left her family." He cut his sentence and fell on the chair with a thud.

Alistair sat next to him and patted on his shoulder gently. "I brought her here on time, and I completely believe she will survive. I knew something was wrong when she ran out of the office so I followed her. If, may God forbid, she doesn't survive then you can punish her murderers."

"Her murderers," Conor let out a satiric chuckle before spitting out the words which meant nothing to him anymore, "were my wife and my sister. They hated her."

There was a long silence which felt unbreakable but it broke once the door of the emergency room opened and the doctor came out. He stood up and stared at the doctor eagerly who nodded her head and he let out a huge sigh of relief. "Aria is fine. She is asleep right now, so you can quickly go and freshen up. You have been here the whole night."

Conor was so relieved that he smiled joyously and gave a brotherly hug to Alistair.

"I told you so." Alistair commented as they pulled back and he patted on his back. "I'll give you a ride to your home. You're in no state to be here."

"Alright, let's make it quick. I want to be next to Aria." Conor smiled with his calm aura coming back to him.

Alistair drove them to Conor's good old mansion and it brought Conor those horrible memories back of his malice little wife. He walked in, his servants in utter chaos, asking if Dee was alright, calling her their mistress whereas she did not even deserve that position. Alistair was made to sit in the guest room, as Conor ignored his servants and walked to his room before shutting his door.

He looked around his old room which he was seeing after such a long period of time. Oh, how he had always loved this room. Now, he was starting to detest it. He wanted to burn it and all the objects in it. He stepped towards the dressing table, where Dee's belonging were kept and he rummaged through them. He got his hands on some kind of a book which was locked but luckily, the key was on the table so he unlocked it and opened a random page. What he read caused him to come into a state of complete horror.

'I have done it. I saw that girl talking to Conor in a bar, she gave him a small statuette and then they talked. She was quite flirtatious on her side, trying to seduce my king and sway him away from my love but he was uninterested. Suddenly, she moved in closer for a kiss but my king pulled back and walked out of the bar. He definitely did not like her because he loves only me and there is no other girl on which he would lay his eyes on. I decided to take away her life because she was messing with my king, thus I got into my car and waited for her to come out. When she came out of the bar, I drove into her and ended her life. She lives no more and so she cannot mess with my love.'

"That is how Anora died." He gasped as he shut the book and closed his eyes tightly.

All this time, he had been living with a witch, who wanted to suppress him, who wanted to cage him and keep him for herself. He had been living with such a terrible woman who was blinded by her love for him, so much blinded as to have gone astray and follow the wrong path, the path of violence and murder, turning her into a murderer.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and dashed out of his room. Finding Alistair, he told him that there was no time left, thus persuading him to drive them back to the hospital and he did so in such a speed which was even faster than lightening.