Fighting For Love

Chapter 13

Niamha rolled over and looked out her window. It was only two weeks before winter break and this was the fourth weekend in a row she was confined to her bed and hadn't come out her room after that whole fiasco. Her life had become automatic: wake-up, go to school, come home and cry herself to sleep. When she drove home she immediately called Michael and it went straight to voicemail. She kept trying and they all went straight to voicemail. But that didn't halt her because she kept calling and leaving voicemails. She eventually got down to the call that told her that the number she was calling was no longer in service. That broke her heart and she wasn't the same person anymore. She mopped around the house, she went to school looking like the wreck she was, her grades slipped, she hadn't talked to her friends even though they called and came by the house, her brother began to worry about her, Landon wouldn't leave her alone, and Michael wouldn't give her the time of the day. Niamha's life had fallen apart at the very core and all hopes of happiness in her eyes were lost.

She felt her tears slid down her face and didn't bother to wipe them away. She continued to watch the rain as it bounded against her window. There was a brief knock at her door before someone entered; she didn't bother to look over to see who it was. She felt her visitor sit down on the other side of her bed. They sat in the quiet and Niamha was getting annoyed with their intrusion and their silence. She turned over about to go off on the person for being in her room, but she caught her tongue when she realized who it was. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him really tight.

Niamha began to sob on his shoulder. He placed a gentle hand on her back and ran a soothing motion up and down against her back. He cradled her like she was a baby and allowed her to try to explain everything to him. He only picked up on some of what she was saying, but he Niamha well enough that whatever situation she was in, she knew how to work it out and come out on top. He held her and rocked her until she fell asleep in his arms. He tucked her back in the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead. As he was walking out of the room he looked back at her peacefully sleeping. He remembered that he had something to give her and went to place it on the pillow by her bed. He left out of the room and out of her life forever.

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Niamha stretched and her hand came in contact with something cool. She peeled one eye open and noticed that there was a sheet of paper on her pillow, sitting up she grabbed the folded sheet of paper and read his elegant script.

Sweetheart,

I know you are going through trying times and usually I would come to your rescue, but now is your time to shine and be the hero in your own life story. You are growing up and it's time for you to allow that ravaging young women inside to blossom and show you how to live a life that you are supposed to. I love you and I always will but I will no longer be here to rescue you when times get rough. Handle this the way I know you can. Follow your heart and you will come out on top.

My final goodbye. With much love,

Micah

Niamha laid back in the bed and placed the letter to her chest. She silently smiled and kissed the paper. She looked over to the window and noticed that it had stopped raining and the sun was out. She walked over to her window and sat down; she looked farther out in search of the rainbow that her mother said always came at the end. As she was searching she thought back to the time she met Micah and how everything in her life had changed.

^^^ Flashback^^^

I had went to this party my best friend invited me to and got unbelievably drunk. I was too out of it and was about to mess around with this dude, but as I was walking back to the room with him someone walked up and grabbed me and started pulling me out of the house. The dude that was trying to get with me ran up screaming, but the person dragging me only ignored him and continued to walk towards their car. They put me in the passenger seat and strapped me. I looked over at the driver and smiled, well at least I think I did, he looked down at me and smirked. I stared at him and tried to memorize his features. His strong jaw, chiseled chin, strong nose, his tick lashes that housed emerald green eyes.