Divine Intervention

[Note: Implied violence against the FMC, but it is very vague, and mentions of alcohol. If you don't like that, please don't read.]

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“Are you there, God? It’s me,” I whispered, fingers trembling with anxiety.

It has been a while since I prayed.

After losing my father when I was eighteen, I lost my way, throwing myself into college and then work, aiding my twin brother with cybersecurity and protecting the company from physical threats, and I stopped talking to God altogether.

“I know it has been forever since I’ve done this, and I’m not sure if I am doing it correctly, but I believe it is time I let you in,” I spoke again, casting my eyes away from the dark sky outside of my flat and down to the injured, sleeping woman on my bed.

As I sat in the chair next to the bed, I raked my eyes over Sabrina’s peaceful face. The skin on her right temple was pulled taut and dressed with a bandage to protect the stitches, and I sighed, heart aching at the sight. I should have been there for her and kept her from harm's way, but I lost her, and she paid the price for my mistake.

“You have been here this whole time, waiting patiently for me to finally allow you to hold me when things go wrong, but I have been difficult, God. And I am sorry for that,”

My voice cracked as my hand tightened around the glass of gin I had been nursing, my free hand reaching up to run my fingers through my messy, short dark hair, and I huffed while leaning back in the chair, head thrown back in frustration.

“Please, God, I understand you might not want to hear from me. You may even be angry with me because I walked away from you, but don’t give up on me yet.” I trailed off, throat burning as I attempted to hold back the tears and emotions I had been bottling up over the last several years.

Praying to the same God my mother and father taught me about was both nostalgic and terrifying.

Father made it clear when I was a child that, no matter how far away I walked or how deep I was in sin, God would never turn me away if I simply called out to Him and wanted Him back in my life, but as a grown man who has done some awful things, I couldn’t wrap my brain around those facts.

“Lord, I am begging for you to heal Sabrina. I let her go when I should have been keeping her safe, and now she’s hurt and may even believe that I allowed such horrible things to happen to her. Please, I don’t know what to do, God,” I said, unshed tears dripping from my eyelashes while I poured my emotions out like a waterfall after a winter storm.

As I closed my eyes desperately, my body hunched over while I tossed back the last of the liquid in my glass, I searched for Him, hoping to grasp at some feeling that He was there, and an unexpected sob tumbled from my lips.

More tears escaped my eyes as I set my glass down, the heels of my palms pressing into my forehead, and I leaned forward in despair, sniffling loudly.

Why must I be like this?

I screwed up, and someone else had to pay for it.

But did it have to be Sabrina?

She doesn’t deserve this.

Grumbling under my breath, I stood up abruptly, my actions knocking the chair over in the process. An obnoxious thud reverberated around the room, causing me to cringe at the volume, and a soft groan captured my attention.

“Keiran? What are you doing?” Sabrina’s sleepy question filled my ears, her voice calming my nerves.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Sabrina. Please go back to sleep,” I pleaded.

The young woman snorted quietly, rolling her eyes at me as her vision began to adjust, and she propped herself on my pillow, gazing at me sternly.

“Keiran, you’ve been crying and calling out to God for the last twenty minutes. I know something is on your mind,” Sabrina said.

I swallowed thickly at the realization that the blonde caught me red-handed, a begrudging sigh forcing itself from my lips when I couldn’t think of an excuse, and a grunt followed as I sat down on the edge of my bed next to her.

“Yes, um, I have been talking to God, Sabrina,” I replied gently, as my fingers reached out and brushed away a strand of hair from her forehead.

“You have? What did you say to Him?”

My heart skipped a beat at Sabrina’s inquiry, my throat seizing up with unfamiliar emotions once more, and I cleared my throat while fiddling with the ring dangling around my neck.

“It has been quite some time since I’ve spoken with God, Angel,” I began, pausing to collect my thoughts, and I proceeded, saying, “But I first apologized to Him for walking away from Him.”

Sabrina hummed, her right hand extending out from under the sheets to rest atop my free one, and my breath hitched, eyes finding hers and holding the woman’s gaze.

“He’s always there for you, y’know? God stays exactly in place while we walk away from him, Keiran,”

“I know, I know. I still wanted to apologize to Him,” I admitted truthfully.

“That’s good, Keiran, but there’s more, isn’t there?” she asked.

“Yes, there is. I then asked Him to heal you. I got you into this whole mess, and you didn’t deserve to be hurt in such a disgusting way, Sabrina. I had to try, at least.”

My voice broke as I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing each knuckle with reverence, and once I concluded, I fixated my eyes back on the exhausted woman in my bed.

“I don’t want to lose you, Sabrina. I have never once felt such intense feelings for someone, and I’m not going to ignore them,” I firmly stated, jaw clenched with determination.

“Keiran, it was a freak, one-time thing. I will hold no such happenings over your head,” Sabrina murmured.

“I understand that, but if I am to protect you, I want you by my side always.”

The woman’s forehead creased with confusion, though she winced when the action caused irritation to her stitches, and she attempted to relax her expression, most likely hoping to ease the pain.

“Are you asking what I think you are asking, Keiran?”

A small smile tugged at my lips, then I maneuvered myself to kneel beside the bed, and after letting go of the ring on my neck, I reached my hand out to gently cup Sabrina’s cheek, thumb caressing her soft skin.

“I am, Miss Kelsey. Please, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Sabrina’s breath hitched in her lungs, bright green eyes dilating and widening in shock, and her hand squeezed mine while she nodded slowly.

“I need to hear you say it, Miss Kelsey. I wish to have your full consent.”

“Yes, Keiran, I’ll marry you!” Sabrina excitedly responded, a smile as blinding as the sun overtaking her beautiful features, and I relaxed in relief.

“Then it is settled. We shall marry soon, and I can protect you with my life, Angel,” I whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead, a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time now washing over me.

Thank you, God.

Thank you for allowing me to protect Sabrina for the rest of our lives.

I won’t let you down.

Not ever again.