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.”
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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