Aided by an Angel
Chapter Eighteen ; Part I
Amber's POV:
I stared at myself in the mirror a final time before exiting the bathroom to head off to bed. I saw a woman who was comfortable being broken and shattered and damaged. I'll be the first to admit that I have lived one h e l l of a life. I sure did know how to walk into the worst situations, didn't I? I mean this in the nicest way, but I guess I got that from my Mother; I hope it's not a genetic thing because then Miracle and Aaron are screwed. It already ruined Lilli's life. I guess it was in our blood. A bad luck gene? I don't know, but whatever it was I was living with it and thought it was perfectly okay. I figured I have my faith and my children and what else could a girl need?
My eyes were deep red and my tears left dry, salty patches all over my pale face. My eyes wandered down my figure to my wrists. They were starting to grow purple, along with my hands. Right where his hands gripped sat a Tiffany bracelet with a dove charm attached in the middle. Whenever Niall got alcohol on his mind, there was no telling what he would do. He wasn't him when there was alcohol around.
This didn't happen often; maybe two or three times a year? He'd either be drunk or, like tonight, want to be drunk and I was standing in his way of it and then he'd get angry. He'd shove or grab me so he could get to what he wanted. He never laid a hand on the kids, though. He wasn't like that. And when he would get aggressive, it wasn't him doing it; it was his addiction.
He got real bad in those years he disapperared when Lilli was an baby. He hid away in Ireland for those years and basically went out to the pub every night and occasionally came home with a random woman he'd met. We had a serious talk about where he was right before we got married and he was very open with me; he let no details out. He swore he'd never get like that again, but when Lilli passed away, he just snapped and hasn't been the same since.
He'd get angry, blow off some steam, and then come back to me with an apology gift. Usually he'd stop by they Tiffany store and pick me up a piece of jewlry I've had my eyes on. Tonight, he came home while I was scrubbing my kitchen tiles, trying to get the red wine stain up. I fought him for the bottle I had out earlier and it ended up shattered on the floor when he attempted to wriggle it from my fingers. We went back and forth for a little until he jutted the bottle a little too hard, knocking myself and the wine to the floor. That's when he left. Around eleven o'clock he came home with a medium sized blue box containing the dove bracelet. I had just snapped a picture of it, in the box of course, for Miracle to see.
I liked to believe she didn't know he hurt me, but let's face it: she wasn't stupid. I ran my hair brush through my hair one last time before heading out. I flicked the lights out and started to tip toe to my resting husband who was laying on our bed. I felt my phone buzz, 'It's beautiful Momma - Mir xx' Poor girl was probably tired. I told her how much I loved her and said good night.
"Who are you talking to?" Niall asked me, his words slurring on the pillow while I sat with my back up against the wall. I had gotten two texts right before I answered him, though.
'Night Momma, love you 2 the moon & back, <3 - Mir xx'
'How are you doing? - Liam xx'
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