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Fourth Part of Fiona’s Hero

Greetings, owlnerds! Here is the fourth part of Fiona’s Hero.

Here is a recap:

Synopsis: Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father?

Read Part One

Read Part Two

Read Part Three

The Revelation (Fourth Part):

 I looked up as I felt a presence with me. My eyes widened as my father stood before me.

                He placed his hand on my back as he grinned. “Fiona, don’t blame God for this. Even when Job lost all of the children, he didn’t blame God for it. Its states in Job 1:21, “And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord”( Job 1:21). You need to remember how mom felt when her father died. She didn’t go into deep mourning and disappear from existence. She remembered that the Lord will guide her in the darkest times of her life.” I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons. I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore, my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore” (Psalm 16: 7-11).

            As the shower curtain pulled open, Mom placed a towel around my bright red back. “Fiona get up, baby. Your back is bright red.”

          My eyes flickered open as my head jerked back. The stinging pain of hot water caused me to moan. I slowly stood up as I bit my lip causing my lip to bleed.

          I looked at my face through the steamy mirror as my mom helped me into my bed.

               She grabbed a sports bra and helped me put it on. Slowly pulling down the towel, she gasped. “Oh, Fiona. My baby girl, your poor back.”

             I squeezed my eyes shut as my mom touched me.

            “I will be right back. I am going to get you a pack of ice and some aloe.”

              Turning my head, I wrapped the towel around my waist. I pulled open a drawer of my dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts. underwear and a tank top. Dropping the towel as I changed to a pair of black athletic shorts. Slowly I changed into a thin blue tank top.

                The door opened as my mom gasped. “Fiona, what are you think?” Grabbing my top as she tried to pull it off.

             “Mom, stop it.” My head turned as my eyes narrowed towards my mother.

               Mom’s eyes widened as she released her grip from my tank top. Placing the aloe bottle down as she clicked it open.

              “My mom please, I can do this by myself.”

                “Fiona.”

               Does she think I can’t do this? “Mom, now.”

                My mom stood up as she left the room.

               Good job, Fiona. Yell at your mom, like that is going to help anything. My eyes rolled as I grabbed the bottle and dumped some on my hands. Trying my best to cover my back as my shoulders began to ache. Slowly lying to the side of my bed, I wondered if I was seeing things or my father was actually there. He is dead, I had to repeat myself. He is not alive anymore.

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Fiona’s Hero Part Three

Welcome back back, owlnerds! Enjoy Part Three: The Argument

Flipping on the living room lights, I headed toward the kitchen. With piles of dishes in the sink, I ignore the mess and open our stainless steel refrigerator. Opening the bottom drawers, I pulled out an apple and a string of cheese. Shutting refrigerator door, I rolled my eyes.

Mom had placed both of her hands on both of the counters so I couldn’t get out. “Fiona, please don’t blame God. Your father wouldn’t want you to act like this.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Like what, mom? How can I be normal when my father dies? People say the grief will pass. It’s a lie. How can they know anything? All the people who tell me this, have never lost anyone.”

Tears dripped down my mother’s face as she placed her hands off the counter.

Racing past her as I opened my bedroom door.

My room was like an average bedroom with a bed in the middle under the window. My white wooden desk on the right and my night table on the other side. The bathroom stood on the left side of the room. Falling flat on the bed as I pull a pillow off and hug it. Slowly my eyes shut and I pass out.

My eyes widened as sweat paced down my neck. Shifting my head, I realize what I was seeing was just a dream. Sitting up as I rubbed the back of my neck. It was a dream, I tell myself. Dad is gone, the shooters are not coming to get you. Just breathe. Removing the sheet of my sweating body, my eyes turn toward my nightstand where my father’s bible sat there. Turning my head, I jump off my bed and into the bathroom. I strip down, turned the hot water on and dip in. Steam fills the air as I begin scrubbing my head with lavender shampoo. My ears perk up as I hear something.

“Come on, Melinda, Let’s surprise Fiona.”

“Kenneth, you can’t surprise her if you are not whispering.”

Tears drip down my face as I remember the exact moment in time that conversation had happened. It was the morning of my sixteen birthday I just woke up because of my “whispering” to my mom. Crouching down as I curled my hands around my knees as I ignored the fact that my skin began to burn bright red as the water continued to run. “Papa, why did you die? I should be taken your place. You never deserve to die.”

Book review: Libby’s Cuppa Joe *Spoilers included*

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*DISCLAIMER: I was give a free copy from  Ambassador International Blogger Review Team for a honest review* (There is spoilers)

Title: Libby’s Cuppa Joe

Genre: Christian Contemporary

Romance: unmarried sex resulting a pregnancy

Language: some mentions

Dislikes:

A criminal becoming a pastor. Sure its possible but I see this too often.

A new pastor comes to town and falls in love with the main character and confesses his feelings after she returns to faith and then they is no mention of her answer and it goes straight to her wedding with him. It makes sense but maybe its just me.

Damon, but everyone hates him.

Sonja is a bit rude, whiny, but what did I expect from a city girl thinking she can run a business.

The story itself is slow paced. I picked to read this book because I was drawn by the synopsis and the mention of the coffee shop.

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Fiona’s Hero Part Two

Hello, owlnerds. Here is the part two of Fiona’s Hero. Enjoy!

The Drive Home

The honking of car made me turn quickly. A car had slowed down in front as the passenger’s window rolled down. A older woman around her forties with dark brunette hair with olive eyes smiled at me. “What have you being doing? When I saw that you weren’t on the bus, I started to get nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where is your backpack?”

“I lost it.”

“Lost it, Fiona how could you have lost it?”

I opened the passenger door as I slipped in. “Charles Avery, thats who.”

Releasing her foot off the brake, she continued to drive north. “Charles Avery, maybe I should talk to his mother.”

Lifting my feet on the car’s dashboard, I turn my head towards my mother. “Please, don’t. At least he didn’t get to my wallet or phone.”

She turned her blinker on as she turned left on Elite Street. “Well either way I am going to talk to Mrs. Avery besides how is school going?”

“I would say great but that’s not true. I failed my math exam, lost my science essay, and was called into the principal office.”

Turning her car on our driveway, she stopped the car and turned her head toward me. “Principal’s office?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I couldn’t play hooky for English class.”

“Why did you skip class?”

I raised my hands in the air. “I didn’t make my big presentation. How can I make a presentation where I can’t bring the person part of it is dead. Hmm, mom. What am I going do?”

My mom lend forward and squeezed my hand. “Fiona, I hope you are not blaming Him for this?”

“Maybe I am. He would have been a life if there was no shooting.”

“Fiona, you can’t believe that.”

Unbuckling myself, I opened the door. “I am, mom. I am.” Tears dripped down my face as I walked toward our white town house front door. Pressing down the correct combination, the door unlocks as I head inside.