The Resistance

*“I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debit is paid.”*

“What does it say Renee?”

“Nothing Sorley, it's just trash.”

She knew the book page well, she was reading the same book before she came to find Garritt in Ireland. Renee crumbled the torn book page that was left on their front door, tossing it to the ground without a second thought. She smiled at the elf trying not to worry him. She didn't know who left the note, she had an idea on who it was but for now she wasn't going to let that person ruin her perfect evening.

*Tyrion Lannister

George R.R. Martin- A clash of kings (a song of fire and ice)*

Chapter One

And though she be but little

She is Fierce

She begged for forgiveness but with every breath she cried out was in vain. Trying to be there for him wasn't working, he meant more to her than just a friend but that didn't matter. Everyday she tried helping him see how wonderful he was however she wasn't HER and HER was all he cared for.

There was nothing left of her pride as she sat on the ground crying beside the lake. Nothing could help her now, she lost her friend. The pain wasn't a stranger to her but that didn't make it any better of a feeling to endure.

“Tomorrow is a new day, I must move forward, pretend everything is just fine. Right now I'm not fine but soon I will be,” She repeated this like a mantra.

Watching the sky turn dark she knew that it was time to move, go inside, but the indoors felt like a prison with the walls closing in. So she kept still, holding her knees to her chest, watching the fish jump for their evening meals.

“You need to smile,” she whispered to herself, “Don't worry about the sadness, you are stronger and worth so much more.”

Walking in the door of her new home Baylee could smell dinner, delicious comfort food that normally would have her drooling.

“Hey everyone, I'm home!” Baylee called through the house.

Renee came out from the kitchen not expecting to see her daughter back home so early.

“Wanna talk about it?” Renee asked, knowing her daughter all to well.

“Honestly mom, I want to scream but that won't solve anything.”

Renee chuckled, “I doubt it would help but sometimes a good scream is all you need to feel better for a little while.”

Baylee walked to the over used couch plopping down with no judgment on distance making her fall more of a trust fall exercise.

“Fine pout all you want but don't break my couch. Living without help from Patrick is a bit rough. I can't afford a new couch or any other new furniture for that matter,” Renee sighed walking back toward the kitchen.

“Dinner will be done in ten minutes.”

Baylee's phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling it out she saw his name.

Damon: Bay I'm sorry I don't want to fight anymore

Then a second text popped up.

Damon: Good bye

Tears streamed down her face again. This night just needs to hurry up and end; she couldn't take much more.

“Garritt, I'm all packed, will you hurry up?” Baylee called up the stairs.

Thump thump thump

Three duffle bags were thrown down the stairs toward Baylee's feet.

“If you're trying to hit me, you missed.” Baylee smiled up at her twin brother.

“Trust me if I wanted to hit you I would have,” growled Garritt from behind a large pink duffle bag, “I have no clue why I am carrying your crap down the stairs, but you're welcome Bay.”

“Awe you're so sweet Garritt,” she grinned.

Renee walked in the front door noticing what she had not for a long time, both her children were smiling. Renee turned waving for Sorley, catching his attention he rushed to her side. He also noticed the smiles from his children; he missed so much from them growing up, then he caused more pain for them when they discovered he was their father and not Patrick. Sorley was glad to see some happiness on their faces.