Ok, so it's another country song fic by me...surprise surprise, right? Anyway, it's Big and Rich's Holy Water. I had a hard time not crying as I wrote this writing this cause I was crying pretty much the whole time. So yeah, here it is...
HOLY WATER
He cringed, hearing her sobbing in the bathroom. He hated that she was crying again—in fact he hated that she cried at all. He hated the tears that fell from her deep, soulful eyes. They only reminded him of how he’d failed to protect her. How he’d been neglectful of his duties and failed to keep her safe. How he’d failed her.
Somewhere there's a stolen halo
I use to watch her wear it well
Everything would shine wherever she would go
But looking at her now you'd never tell
Someone ran away with her innocence
A memory she can't get out of her head
I can only imagine what she's feeling
When she's praying
Kneeling at the edge of her bed
And she says take me away
then take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
Flashback to a few hours earlier…
“Hold on!” He yelled at his phone as he dashed across the room. He’d just stepped out of the bathroom in his pajama pants after a nice hot shower. He snatched up his phone and glanced at the ID…it was her. He flipped open the phone. “Hey, baby.”
There was a brief silence before she spoke.
“I’m sorry.” She said quietly. Her tone was unusual for her, even at this late hour. He couldn’t quite place the emotion she must be feeling.
“Sorry for what?” He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He lay down on the hotel bed to continue the conversation.
“I—I…” And she started to cry. He felt helpless, unable to do anything but listen to her break down in tears, hours away from where he was. He sat up.
“Slow down, baby.” He attempted to sooth her. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything.” He could tell she still hadn’t stopped crying, but she’d gotten a better control over her tears.
“You wanna elaborate?”
“I…” She paused, trying to hold back a second outburst. “I can’t be with you anymore.” This, he was not expecting. He shot up off the bed and began to pace.
“Wait, what?”
“I love you. And I love that you do what you do, and I love that you love me. And I love that you’re—that you want to wait till you’re married to…”
“What does that have to do with breaking up with me?!?!?!” He interrupted her, angrily.
“EVERYTHING!” She started crying again. He was torn…he wanted so badly to hang up on her, as his heart was breaking…but he couldn’t because he could hear just how badly hers was breaking also.
“Talk to me.” He said, once she’d quieted down again. He stopped pacing and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I was at my friend’s party last night…you know…the one I was telling you about last week.”
“Right.” She’d gone on and on about how excited she was to have been invited to a party solely for herself, and not for who her boyfriend was. And he’d been thrilled that she’d opened up and made her own set of friends.
“There was a lot of alcohol, but I didn’t drink. I wanted to remember everything that happened.” He smiled at the thought. “Now I almost wish I’d had something to kill the memories.” She amended quietly.
“What happened?!?!” He was alarmed.
“They invited some guys who….and one of them… and I SWEAR to you I NEVER wanted it…but he was too strong….I kept telling him NO!!!” She couldn’t contain her tears anymore. As a matter of fact, neither could he.
“Oh my god.” He couldn’t figure out if he was angry or sad or what emotion he was feeling.
“So you see,” She sniffed, trying to reign in her emotions. “I can’t stay with you, knowing all I am is damaged goods.”
“Don’t you DARE call yourself that.” He growled out. He stormed out of his room and made a beeline for his parent’s room and banged on the door.
“What is it?” His mother asked as he opened the door.
“I need a flight right now to LA.”
“Honey, you don’t even have a shirt on.” His mom said. “Why do you need to go to LA?”
“Emergency. I’ll explain it to you later. But right now, I am going to LA. I either need a flight, or I’ll hitch.” He kept the phone to his ear, letting his girl know he was on his way to her. He refused to go into details with his mom about why, but eventually, she agreed and booked him a flight. “Ok, love. I will see you soon.”
“Please don’t call me that. It makes me feel dirty.” She said, sounding more defeated than she ever had. Then she hung up.
She wants someone to call her angel
Someone to put the light back in her eyes
She's looking through the faces
And unfamiliar places
She needs someone to hear her when she cries
And she says take me away
then take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
She just needs a little help
To wash away the pain she's felt
She wants to feel the healing hands
Of someone who understands
End Flashback…
He knocked on the bathroom door as soon as her crying had quieted.
“Can I come in?” He didn’t hear any response against it, so he eased open the door and found her curled up in a ball in an empty bathtub. He sat down next to her outside of the tub and rubbed her back.
“How can you still want to look at me?” She sat up and peered at him.
“Because you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m so sorry.” Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, causing her make-up to run.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He wiped under one eye, then the other, with the pads of his thumbs. “I should have taken you with me. I never should have left you here by yourself.”
“You’re here now.” Finally, there seemed to be an end to her tears. He nodded, and she gave him a small, sad smile. “Hold me?”
“For eternity.” She crawled out of the tub and into his arms.
And she says take me away
then take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me
And she says take me away
then take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
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The YouTube link for this song is...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGio602stJY
