{+ Chapter 1 +}
Heath looked like a puppy. Small, innocent but will grow into something great. The definition fits him perfectly, with his shimmering personality drawing attention to him. He loves the attention but is terrified of people. Even more so after his mother was murdered, leaving him with his abusive father. Heath’s father, William, hates me. He has never approved of mine and Heath’s relationship. Heath’s mother, Kamilla however was ever most supportive. But her work made her not around as often as we would love. Her work forced her to make many enemies. That was the only clue we got to as what her job was, never knowing what her it was. But it didn’t matter we loved her, and she loved us. Though, I have a suspicion that she was the Blossom Valley mafia boss. I would never tell Heath this, but the day Kamilla was killed, a new mafia boss arose. Being born into the ashes of the grim underworld. I wish I could help Heath, but I can’t. He won’t let me help, he stays locked up in our small apartment in his room, all day every day. Just for once I want to see his happy go-lucky puppy personality come back.
“Heath please come back to me! I miss the old you,” I said letting the sobs come, “Please… I miss the old you that would love me! Heath please!” I screamed straining my throat, “Please...”
I woke up in a start and sat up wiping my tears away from my pink, puffy eyes. I sat up on the brown leather couch, adjusting myself to avoid the rough patches of the couch peeling away. As I was pulling my legs to my chest, I recalled my dream, no nightmare. I wonder if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. Nonetheless, my sobs continued, I cried, and I cried. It was never ending. The sobs never ceased; it was never ending. My face turned red from the sobs, crying my heart out.
Heath walked into the room slowly, placing one foot in front of the other walking in a straight line. His long, deep purple colored hair pulled back into a ponytail, yet it still reached his waist. A comfort rushed over me as he entered. I felt calm, he helped me feel calm. Heath walked over to me, by the breaking, creaky, brown leather couch. I inhaled a breath of air and let a shaky stream of air out. He was comforting, he made me feel calm. Heath gently squatted down next to me on the couch and grabbed my hand. Comfort took over my shaking body. He softly said something to me, I don’t know what he said but I was calm, he made me feel calm… It looked like he was mouthing something, and my ears ringing nonstop hurting my head. But that didn’t matter because he was comforting, he made me feel calm. . . I forgot about my pains and why I was crying but that didn’t matter, because I was calm, he made me feel calm.
“Nyrida?!” Heath’s voice shook through me.
“Heath?” I asked looking up wiping my tears.
“Are you okay?” He said running towards me kneeling by the couch.
“Hmm” I mumbled in response.
Heath sat next to me hugging me, comforting me. I was calm. He wiped my tears, kissing them away, turning my face bright red. I was never used to affection. My parents never wanted me and the only affection I got was the bare minimum, food on the table and water. But this was only a few times a week if that. I was a stick growing up. I was bullied and abused. Many scars are the proof of my childhood. My father would let me choose between a knife, hanger, and a rope. I would choose the hanger finding out that the hanger meant all three. He would strap me down and would sell me for his friends’ pleasure as I screamed and begged them to stop. As long as I was to live in his house, I had to obey his rules and that meant being raped by old greasy pedophiles when I was ten. I would beg for someone to save me, but no one came. No one ever came for me I was left to rot while my mother looked away scared to be beaten. I would be forced to drink alcohol by my father he wanted me to be just liked him and he wouldn’t accept that I was a girl or that I declined alcohol. According to him I was the ‘disgrace of the family’ for being born. Making me attempt suicide many of times. I wanted out of there then Myra saved me. Myra helped me be free of that awful place. I wouldn’t dare tell anyone that I was bi, and I still won’t I don’t know what Myra would think if I told her that I loved her… I love Myra and Heath and I can’t choose! Myra saved me all those years ago, but Heath is so sweet he would never leave me behind.
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“Nyrida?”
“Yes Heath?”
“Would you want to work at the forge with me so you wouldn’t have to stay home all alone anymore?
“Yes… I would like that.”
“Well then let me talk to my father about getting you an interview.”
“Thank you,” I said smiling.
“Of course, darling.”
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“Are you sure that your dad will interview me?” I asked nervously as I picked at my nails, a trait I picked up from my mother when she was anxious.
“If he won’t then I’ll get him!” Heath said playfully as he punched his hand to make me laugh.
I chuckled and continued to the walk with Heath down the paved road as cars roared past us. Walking to the forge is and interesting experience. You could hear the screams of the creatures trapped inside being forced to do cruel and vile things. My eyes began to shake, my vision went blurry, and I griped my hair while my body was shuddering. Heath stopped and looked at me
“Nyrida?”
“I’m- fine...”
My legs began to wobble, and they became Jello. Giving up on my body, I fell into the ditch on the right side of the road hitting my head on a jagged rock and rolling down into the ditch. As I lost consciousness the last thing, I saw was Heath running towards me screaming my name.
I woke up in Heath’s arms he was holding me tight.
“Heath.”
“Yes darling? Are you okay?!”
“I love you”
“I love you too darling” he said his face turning red.
I smiled up at him. Grabbing his hand, he helped me get up off the ground. I brushed the dirt and rocks off of me.
“Are you okay Nyrida?”
“Mhm let’s continue to the Forge”
“Alright but you’re sure you’re, okay?” he said with a concerned look on his face.
“Yes, I’m sure let’s go!” I said running ahead after punching him playfully, grinning.
“Oh, you’re on!” he called out to me running to catch up.
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“I can’t believe he hired me!” I said jumping up and down excitedly.
“Told you” Heath said smiling at me.
“Thank you” I told him softly giving him a giant hug.
“Of course, my love”
I turned into a tomato from his statement, and he laughed at me. His genuine laugh.