Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter twenty-seven:

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On the way home, I thought about what my foster mom had said. I thought about her reasoning behind her overcoming her addiction, and then I thought about myself and my faith. I am a Christian, but I don't go to church, and the Bible I got given during the time of my youth rests in the top shelf in my closet at my apartment. I loved Jesus, and I know that He loves me. What I couldn't understand was... Why?

To be frank, I'm not exactly the most attractive woman on the planet. I'm also not very obedient when it comes to dropping everything at the drop of a hat and listen in on that still, small voice in my head; showing me what's right.

As the light turned green, I turned to the right. I thought about what Freddie had said, and the way he said it. For once, the persistent rich prick wasn't wanting me to be his play thing. He was actually being considerate, and that scared me. How could someone so wealthy, so in tune with his choices, want someone like me to be happy? To be what he fantasized about me becoming?

So many questions, so little answers.

I took a hold of the radio dial and turned it to a Christian radio station that just got released. It's called FruitfulRadio, and the DJs seem pretty cool. The song that was currently playing hit close to home, it hit close to what I was feeling.

"... You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than some of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade..."

The drive felt endless, as if I would never make it home. As the man's voice filled my ears, my eyes began to brim with tears. I have pushed people away for so long, that I couldn't fathom why God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit loved me so much. Who was I to deserve such love when all I did was sulk in pain?

I had to pull over on the side of the road. As I parked my car, I place my face in my hands as I began to bawl.

" 'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where you're brokenness brings you to,
This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you.
And what He felt to make you loved... "

'Go to John 15:9.' I heard a voice say. I sat there in my car, completely in a mess.

'Go to John 15:9. '

Wiping away my eyes, I grab my phone and look up the verse that I was instructed to read. It read:
JOHN 15:9
“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.

I closed my eyes, and for the first time in years, I prayed.

"Father God," I begin, my voice a bit hoarse from the amount of tears I had shed. "I come before You right now and I just ask that You forgive me for straying so far from You. I ask that You come into my heart once again, and that You continue to guide me. I need You, I love You. I welcome You into my life once again.
I pray this above all other things in Your name,
Amen."

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Just as I start the car once again, I hear my phone vibrate as the radio announcer announces that their late night program, Late Nights with Dylan & Valerie will be on in a few minutes.

I check my notifications, and come to find out that I had received a text from Freddie.

'I hope you know that I care about you. I want you to be happy, and I'll be praying for you to continue to be successful in everything you do; whether if it's alongside me as your special someone or not.'

I smiled at this, then typed out a reply.

'Likewise. Thank you for this. You have no idea how much this means to me.'

Seconds later, Freddie replies again.

'I'm here if you need anything, princess.'

I quirked an eyebrow, wondering why he was calling me princess.

'Why are you calling me princess?'

'Because, you are a princess. A royal gem just waiting to be held by someone who deserves that privelge.'

'Hopefully that someone will be me, princess.'

My heart felt as if it were leaping out of my chest. Although I was feeling butterflies, I didn't want to commit to him just yet. I needed to figure things out. As much as I liked seeing Freddie being this sweet, I wasn't sure if he was being legitimate or if he was on something. I had to play my cards right, keep my guard up for anything bad that could potentially occur.

I quickly typed out a reply, letting Freddie know that I was on my way home and that I would think about what he'd said, but that there wouldn't be any guarantees.

With that, I made my way home; feeling utterly refreshed and made new.

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Author's Note:

Hello!

So I'm pretty sure you're all wondering: "What's FruitfulRadio?" believe it or not you guys, my husband and I run an online ministry called FruitfulMedia, and one of our platforms that we have is FruitfulRadio. We have been broadcasting commercial free Christian music for three years now, going on four in about six months, and it's amazing. We even have an app! You can download it for free on your Apple Store or Google Play Store. Just type in: FruitfulMedia.

I do apologize for the delay on updating this book. When I'm not on here (which is rare now by the way), I'm working on my non-fan fiction murder mystery/thriller novels and helping my husband run our online ministry.

As for the mentioning of Late Nights with Dylan & Valerie, that is an actual program my husband and I do. However, we haven't been able to broadcast in awhile due to internet connection. Did I mention I'm currently in Africa? If not... Well, now you know!

I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed reading this author's note. I will try to update when I can, and when the inspiration strikes. Until then, I hope you all will consider downloading our app and maybe consider donating to our ministry so that way we can keep spreading hope for everyone. Also: If you are interested in knowing about Jesus, don't hesitate to ask! I'll do my best to reply to my private messages and message board as soon as I can.

Stay safe, and I love you all!
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- Valerie Matthews