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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 9, 2012 22:09:55 GMT -5
'That just may be the most beautiful sound in the entire world.' he said, also seeming relieved.
'What might that be?'
'The sound of your laugh, your voice.' he replied honestly.
'Thank you.'
For awhile, we just marvelled at the enchanting night, soaking in all the natural wonder all around. The shooting star had worked, my wish was beginning to finally come true! Then, I glanced at his watch. It was almost three in the morning!! Oh no, this was about the time my mother would make her round though the house, checking to see all was well before she retired for the night.
'Come on, I've got to get back before they figure out I left..' I murmured, standing up, ready to take off running in the direction of my prison house.
'Right, then. Off we go.'
I was sad to see this place go, it was so hauntingly beautiful, so much lovelier by night than anything I had seen by day. The beauty hidden underneath the ugly, or sometimes the other way round, just like in some human beings. My hand slipped into my pocket as we briskly walked back to my home, and I got a hard slap of reality. Ugh how that stupid ring was making me feel so guilty, so at fault for wanting a meaningful existence. I wondered who Roy would go after now that I would be gone.
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Post by celticbear on Jan 9, 2012 23:51:26 GMT -5
Hope Molly makes it back into the house without getting caught!
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Post by pattydear on Jan 13, 2012 0:14:26 GMT -5
Getting caught? Ha! Molly laughs at getting caught, celticbear! ^^
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Post by MsJessika :) on Jan 18, 2012 14:55:45 GMT -5
Dee, update??
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 22, 2012 20:06:54 GMT -5
And then the house was in my sight. I ran over to the kitchen door at the back of the house. Emmet ran up beside me, keeping up. The lights were all on, I knelt down on the ground to not be spotted.
'Emmet, you have to leave. Before someone sees you.' I whispered urgently.
He looked as if he was about to argue with me, but he just mumbled a 'fine' under his breath.
'I'll be waiting for the time when we can be free.'
'Soon, it will be soon.' he answered.
'Goodnight.'
'Sleep well, Molly.' he said softly.
And without another sound, he was gone. I pried open the squeaky door, and sprinted upstairs as fast as I could without making too much of a ruckus that would rouse the entire household. I collapsed into my soft bed, and fell asleep, dreaming of shooting stars and fields and oceans that stretched on into eternity, farther than the eye can see.
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Post by celticbear on Jan 22, 2012 21:35:33 GMT -5
Dee short but cute! Glad Molly made it back into the house without getting caught! Can't wait to see what happens when Molly's mom finds out that Molly is not her little Barbie Doll anymore! GO MOLLY AND EMMET! FOLLOW YOUR HEARTS AND YOUR DREAMS ALL THE WAY TO IRELAND!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 23, 2012 21:00:02 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, I was being shaken awake. I sat up, and noticed it was still dark outside. Only four in the morning, it was.
'Trudy? Why did you wake me up?' I asked, confused as to why I was awake when I'd only gone to sleep an hour earlier.
'Miss Molly; I have received word from Mr. Cahill. You are to change into these clothes,' she handed me a long, plain, woolen, brown skirt and a white peasant blouse. A black jacket completed the ensemble.
'Where are we going?'
'You are going firstly on to Scotland, by way of ship, then on to America. I'm told you will meet someone by the name of Mr. Donaldson in Scotland, then in America a man named Mc Ginty.' she answered hastily, obviously wanting me to leave as soon as possible.
'He told me it would be soon, but I didn't think it would be this soon..' I was looking back at my reflection in the mirror. I tucked my hair underneath the hood of the jacket, and took off all my jewelry, laying it aside on the dresser. Lastly, I laid the engagement ring on top of a short note I had penned earlier. It read:
'Molly is gone. Never shall she return here.' I had scrawled it messily, so it would not appear to be in my own hand, which it was.
I turned to Trudy, hugged her tight, and said my goodbyes to the woman who had helped me survive this crazy, upside down life I had had to endure.
'Thank you, for everything. I'll never forget you.' I said against her shoulder.
'Nor I you, Miss. Goodbye, and be safe. I trust you are in good hands with Emmet.'
A single tear slipped down my face, I was happily to leave prison but sad for the people I was causing heartache to, the ones who had cared for me since I was but a wee lenabh.
I leaned out the window, and spotted Emmet pacing below on the grass. I ran downstairs, and out the door.
'Emmet!' I whispered into the grey of the pre dawn hours.
I saw him turn around, not sure of who was calling his name. I walked over, so he could see it was only me.
'Oh Molly, it's you. Come on now, we've to go to Scotland, just until all the backlash from this dies down. Then, we will go to America, and start a new life.'
Taking his hand in mine, I nodded in agreement. We ran as fast as we could, off toward the coast, the sea, and Scotland. To a new life, where we could be free. We didn't take the car because it would be too loud, and we would be caught before we got anywhere.
Three hours later, it was dawn. Since we had lived in County Wexford, we had already reached the coast of Ireland. Soon we would be on a ship heading to Glasgow.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 23, 2012 21:46:52 GMT -5
*Molly's Mother's POV*
I walked over to my daughter's room, it was about time she would get out of bed! After all, there was an elaborate wedding that needed to be planned. Trudy, Margaret's maid approached me, and told me not to enter her room. Was she not there, or was another of the help just causing a stir for nothing?
No matter which, I would find out. I opened the white door, and saw nobody. I tore her blankets off her bed, and she was not there. Her clothes were scattered about the floor, jewelery strewn all over her dresser. What caught my attention was her engagement ring was laying on the dresser.
Why on earth would she have carelessly taken off and left such a priceless piece of gold and diamonds? There was a slip of paper underneath her ring.
I read the two sentences, and let out an angry yell that roused the house. Molly was gone! She wouldn't dare to have decided to defy my rules and run away, so someone must have taken her! That Cahill boy, it must have been him! He must have known he couldn't have her since she was betrothed to Roy, and run with her to some foreign hideaway! The nerve of him, and of her for not objecting! If ever I saw that young man again I would make sure he would have no good welcome back here, but rather a special place in the Kilmahain Gaol!
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Post by celticbear on Jan 23, 2012 22:07:38 GMT -5
So they where already in Ireland! On to Glascow to see George, Then off to LA where Damo is! I hope Molly and Emmet make it!
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Post by pattydear on Jan 23, 2012 23:14:55 GMT -5
Exciting! ^_^
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 26, 2012 1:13:35 GMT -5
I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.
"Molly, my Irish Molly..." heh heh. *slaps self in the head* I feel so smart...
Is this Molly rich? Does she have 100 sovereigns safely stored away? Heh heh. Update! As Patty said, exciting!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 28, 2012 21:04:07 GMT -5
*Molly's POV*
We boarded a ferry that was bound for Glasgow, Scotland. I have never been outside Ireland, but I've heard Scotland is similar, but different at the same time, like cousins in a family can be. I knew soon everyone back at home would know I'd left, and rightly assume I was with Emmet. I felt emboldened by the fact we had gotten away, that I was gone, almost free.
The morning's escapade had tired me out, I wasn't used to so much running and moving about in a short span of time. I looked over, and I smiled at him.
'Tired, Emmet? You've gotten us this far, don't worry we'll get to America.' I felt for some reason, I had to reassure both of us of that fact.
'A little tired I am, Molly love. I think some sleep is in order for the next two hours. The only thing around is the ocean, and I'm needing sleep in a bad way. You should sleep too, then we'll be well rested when we arrive in Glasgow.'
I laid my head on his shoulder, and he pulled me close to him. I fell asleep within minutes, and he did too.
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I opened my eyes, and yawned at the sun that was shining ever so brightly directly in my face. Emmet was still asleep, I shook his shoulder. Nothing. He snored softly, and I laughed.
'Emmet, sir Emmet Cahill, hello in there? It's Lady Molly, sire.' I said half sarcastically, half joking.
'Whaa.. Oh hello..' he said groggily.
'Look out the window there, it's Glasgow's port. The first step to freedom.'
'Aye, that it is.' he agreed, still half asleep, running a hand through his slightly messy hair.
We disembarked, and a breeze rustled up, it played though my hair, rustling my clothes. It made me feel alive, gave me hope. Scotland was a land of life, a land of unspoilt, rugged charm- just like my home of Ireland. That thought tugged at my heartstrings, but I shoved the thought aside for now. Can't go back now!
'Where to now?' I asked Emmet.
'To George's home. He's been expecting us.'
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Post by celticbear on Jan 28, 2012 21:40:29 GMT -5
Nice Update! Phase one of opperation own life complete! Can't wait to see what Molly makes of our lovable Scotty George!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 29, 2012 2:13:54 GMT -5
Ooh, going to meet George, now, are we? Lucky girl. update!
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Post by CelticCailín on Feb 9, 2012 20:58:34 GMT -5
We walked along the right knit streets and rows upon rows of businesses and houses until we suddenly stopped in front of one house. It was a light beige colour, with a red door and matching roof shingles. It looked cozy, and the chimney let out gentle puffs of smoke. To me, it looked like a place where a family would live.
'This is George's house.' explained Emmet with a smile.
'It looks so homey, so warm and welcoming.'
We walked up to the door, and Emmet knocked once, twice. The door opened to reveal a man who appeared to be about forty years, and had eyes that crinkled warmly when he smiled upon seeing Emmet.
'Ah Emmet, it's been awhile, hasn't it?' he said in a Glasgewian brough.
'Indeed it has, far too long my good friend.'
'And who might this lady be with ya?' he asked, looking in my direction.
'This is Molly, and it's a rather long story, one I know you want to hear, no doubt!'
'Come on in, both of you. We'll get the kettle on and have a catch up for ourselves now.' he offered. He was a very kind man, very father-like. We followed him inside, out of the Glasgow drizzling showers, into a place that I recognized as what a home should feel like.
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