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Post by celticbear on Feb 9, 2012 23:36:38 GMT -5
Awe! Same old Loveable Scottsman! I'm glad you kept George like he should be. I bet George is not going to like Molly's mom after he hears the tale Emmet is about to tell him. And of course after hearing the tale George will help them get safely to LA and Damo.
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Post by laurenne on Apr 19, 2012 11:49:25 GMT -5
I love it. More soon, please.
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Post by CelticCailín on Apr 29, 2012 23:19:43 GMT -5
*I have acess to a laptop here in the hospital so here's a quick update! I know it's been too long, sorry sorry!*
There were pictures strewn about on the walls, and George led us into the living room; he sat on one side on the couch, whilst Emmet and I sat on the loveseat. We made small talk for a few minutes, then a woman came in with cups and the tea kettle. George introduced her, she was Carrie, his wife. A young girl wandered in, and she sat down in front of me, and asked if I could fix her hair up nicely, having noticed my intricately braided updo.
Soon, everyone had tea, and it was warm, safe from the rain. Emmet began to recount to George how we had ended up on his doorstep. He listened intently, and I absent mindendly braided and twisted Sarah's hair, not paying much attention to the story I had lived through, that was one thing I didn't want to remember.
Emmet shook my arm gently, and I snapped back to reality from where my mind had been wanderin off to.
'I'm sorry, what were you saying?' I asked Emmet.
'Not me, George had a question for you, love.'
I turned my attention to the Scotsman, and he repeated his question.
'Do you think they'll send anyone looking for you, Molly?' he asked with a sympathetic look to his face and in his eyes.
*I know it's short and not that good but I wanted to add something to it feel like it's, less unfinished for you guys. Hope you like it
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Post by laurenne on Apr 30, 2012 11:46:14 GMT -5
I loved it.
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Post by celticbear on Apr 30, 2012 20:15:41 GMT -5
George asked a valid question. And the answer is of course Molly's mom is going to call out the bloodhounds! Nice update Dee! Looking forward to when you are feeling up to posting a longer one!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Sept 29, 2012 10:08:13 GMT -5
update?
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Post by CelticCailín on May 3, 2013 0:30:34 GMT -5
"Yes.. Unfortunatly I believe so."
It would all be over before it even started. If my mother has her way, there'll be dozens looking for me up and down the length of Ireland. Despair rose in my chest, threatening to swallow me whole, and all my future hopes and dreams with it. No,I musn't let her run the rest of my life.
I turned to Emmet, hoping against hope that our crazy plan would work. I have no alternative if it dosen't. I guess that's how you don't fail, never have a backup plan.
"But I will do anything to throw them off the trail, I can't be caught and sent back. I just couldn't live if it was to be so. I won't be free, I'll be a prisoner to wealth and pomp." I said, conviction strong in my voice.
"And I'll make sure the pair of ye get to America safe and sound, undetected. It's the least I can do." offered George warmly.
I was so grateful to him, I rose from my chair and hugged him in thanks. Someone I didn't know would risk so much to see me happy? It didn't make sense, this type of thing just dosen't happen in my old world of fame and money. But I would forever owe him for his kindnesses. This kind of thing is a debt you just aren't able to repay. He was giving me the gift of freedom, the gift I needed to chase after me new life.
"I could never repay you, George. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart." remarked meself gratefully.
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Post by celticbear on May 3, 2013 21:00:07 GMT -5
Have No fear! George will come trough and get Emmet and Molly safely on their way to America before Molly's Mom's bloodhounds close in!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 3, 2013 20:46:53 GMT -5
"Ah now, I don't expect repayment. I look after the people that are important to me," and he nodded in Emmet's direction," and those that matter to my friends".
Ding dong, ding dong went the ancient grandfather clock in the hallway. It was late, hours had passed so quickly. I yawned, weary to my bones from the journey.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 3, 2013 20:54:28 GMT -5
will update longer in a few hours, I need a few hours of sleep
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 3, 2013 23:32:29 GMT -5
Carrie glanced over at me, with an expression on her face that I guessed was what motherly concern looked like. The warm glow of the fireplace radiated heat through my body, and the comfort that only a good cup of tea can bring was fast putting me to sleep. The worries of earlier hours melted away with consciousness, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt completely at ease.
Voices slurred together, Glasgewian brough with Mullingar tone, and I felt my heavy eyelids start to close. Eventually, I fell into restful sleep, calm and safe. No harm could come me in his arms, surely.
Bang, bang! The rough pounding on the front door roused me from sleep, interrupting my moment of peacefulness. Nobody was in the room anymore, it was only me with a red quilt on the loveseat. Voices. Men's voices. More than that, Westmeath men! No, no, they've found us now! Think, Molly think on your feet! Scared witless, I just sat frozen to the spot, and watched as the door came crashing down with a colossal noise that woke the house.
I couldn't move, couldn't think. It was as if I was watching a film, and not really present in the moment. Gardai swarmed the room, and a couple began shouting at me, and there was a face I recognised, and my heart sank into my toes. My mother's butler was among them. And.. That blonde hair, those eyes.. It was the one I'd done everything to leave behind, the one I swore I'd never lay eyes on again as long as I should live. It was Roy, here to ruin me and make me a prisoner to society.
"Margaret. I had a feeling I'd find you here. But what of that coward Cahill? Where is he now? Nowhere to be seen, just as I thought. I'm not pleased with you," he roughly grabbed my shoulder, bringing me to my feet," and neither is your mother, understandably. Good thing I found you, to bring you hack where you belong." he said all this with an ugly satisfied smirk on his face. I was raging mad, and I let him have it! Nobody has the right to treat me a stupid child.
I locked eyes with him, and the whole room was dead silent. Even the guards looked on in apparent interest, wanting to know which of us would come out the victor.
"How dare you call him a coward! He's ten times the man you'll ever be, that I am certain of! You never loved me, it was all a lie for my mother. And you want to know something, Mr Roy Johnsen? I never loved you, and I never will!"
His expression turned teasing, and he let me tear his reputation apart. But I knew he wasn't done with his bit. If I knew Roy, he's always one to get the last word in.
"Now now pet, do you mean to say you love that Mr Cahill? Ha, when the ones back home get a listen to this they'll laugh! Poor misguided creature, so confused by his, well he's hardly charming. His, his eyes, is that it? Or maybe his romance. Oh yes, absolutly preposterous to think you could love that lowly man".
I couldn't take it anymore! I slapped Roy, he deserves all that and tenfold!
"You, you stay away from me! Never ever come back! And if you do, may God help you, the heartless menace that you are!" No longer would I take his slander, no more would I hear his spiteful words. No more Roy.
He fell to the ground, clutching the side of his face, as if I could have mortally wounded him. Glancing in the guards direction, he yelled out,
"Don't just stand there, what do you think I'm paying you for?! Get her!"
Suddenly I was against the wall, hands cuffed behind my back. I couldn't take it, it was all too much! Tasting freedom then having it suddenly and cruelly ripped from me forever.
"Emmet! Help, it's Roy and he's got guards with him!" I shouted, desperately hoping he'd here me and come to my aid.
"I'll be having none of that. Enough talk from you!"
I couldn't speak, my mouth was taped shut. I wouldn't give up, though. I promised Trudy I wouldn't. No matter what would happen. I was dragged out of the house, and onto the street. Passerby stared curiously, wondering what to make of me. I felt a single tear fall, despite my resilience. Thump. Crash. Bang.
Heavy, loud footfalls made their way down the stairs, and into the room where I'd been just moments ago. A voice called out my name, the only voice I could count on.
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Post by celticbear on Jun 3, 2013 23:53:12 GMT -5
Roy can't win! Emmet and Maggie belong together! Come on Emmet and George!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 4, 2013 22:41:56 GMT -5
"Molly! Where are you?!"
As desperately as I wished I could answer him, I couldn't. But moments he appeared, and the sight was not pretty. Emmet took once glance at Roy, and fists were flying, people tumbling about. It was all so mad, everything falling to pieces once they had just been put to rights. Both of them had stopped, the fight paused momentarily. I was in a daze, not really paying much attention to the situation at hand. Roy was standing triumphantly, chest puffed out like a proud peacock.
"Well, looks like I've won my prize back." He threw me over his shoulder, and I kicked him hard in the stomach in angry retaliation. "Off we go, back to Westmeath, where you shall finally be mine for good."
Silence. Angry, brooding silence.
"How dare you speak of her in that way, she is not some prize to be won! Maybe you should consider that in fact, she does have a mind of her own! Over my dead body will you take her back there to live in misery."
Rolling his eyes, the moody blonde retorted," Since she is mine, I can speak of her in any way that I so choose. The best for you would be to run along and pretend that this whole affair never happened. It's a win-win. You don't get arrested, and I get my bride."
Ripping the tape off my mouth, he turned to me and spoke.
"Anything you would like to add?"
I glared, and screamed out at the top of my lungs into the early morning air,
"I'd rather die than be with you!"
He didn't look very pleased, well knowing I hated him and all that he stood for. I knew when we returned, it would not amount to a joyous welcome. I shuddered at the thought of the horrid that await me at home.. No, not home. In that golden prison that has kept me away from life and love for far too long.
Emmet tried to break through the guards, but they pinned him fast to the ground. One last longing glance was all I had to keep him with me. Those hazel-blue eyes, that strong jawline. His arms, where I'd felt at home and safe. And that smile, the smile that now was turned upside down into a angry and extremely devastated mask.
"Don't forget me, Emmet. I'm so sorry I've been such a burden." I called back, hoping he would hear.
"Never. And never were you a burden, but you lightened mine by tonnes. I will find a way, and we will be together again. I swear it on me life, Molly love."
Within minutes, we were aboard a ferry. This time headed for the place I had tried in vain to escape from. I cast a look back at the shores of Scotland, the shores of freedom. So close, I had been able to taste it. And yet so very far away. Forlornly, I kept his words with me, locked away in my heart. The one place where nobody could tamper with, or mould to society's specifications. Here, I was free. Here, no one could touch. And with that, under the watch of the dismal Glasgow skies, my future had disappeared right before my very eyes. Possibly forever.
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Post by celticbear on Jun 5, 2013 0:44:51 GMT -5
It Can't end this way! Come on give us a Miracle!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 10, 2013 2:32:24 GMT -5
Hours later, I awoke. I must have fallen asleep during the journey back. I glanced at my surroundings, and felt like screaming. Ostentatious luxury in place of love. What Roy has done I can never forgive or forget. Suddenly, as I was contemplating my melancholy circumstances, the door burst open with an aggressive bang. My mother had never looked more enraged than she did at this moment.
"I cannot believe you, you insolent girl! Running off with that man, as if Roy was not good enough for your tastes! Thank God the wedding will still go ahead, despite all of your outbursts." Icy eyes stared into my soul, demanding to know why I had shamed my family only for a man, and who was not even my betrothed, to make matters worse.
"I love him. I love Emmet Cahill and there is nothing you can do to change how I feel! You can sell me off to Roy, force me into a loveless marriage, but not even you can dictate who I love. Only I can do that. Not you, not Roy, nobody." I replied, angry and tired of never being heard, never having my thoughts and feelings taken into consideration.
"Never again will you see that man. I will make sure of that personally. In case you have forgotten, my irresponsible daughter, your wedding to Roy is in three days. In three days I will not have to put up with your foolish notions of loving that Cahill man."
And with that, she slammed the door and left, silver satin dress swishing behind her as she went.
"No. Either I marry for love or never at all!" I screamed after her, well knowing she didn't care, and most likely wasn't listening to me in the least.
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