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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 7, 2011 9:33:34 GMT -5
uhh coming to get Keith and Damian but not Aisling?!?!! update!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Sept 7, 2011 16:40:16 GMT -5
ian kinda reminds me of zdeno chara... that is if he was mean and abusive... UPDATE SOON!!!!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 7, 2011 21:05:03 GMT -5
We stood there for a few moments, waiting under the entrance sign. Keith gave Damian a worried look, and Damian nodded in my direction, and returned Keith's worried glance with one of his own. I expected them to go, and I would most likely never see either of them again. I mulled over what I would do and where I would go, bt came up with no solution to my problem. A few moments later, a nice looking, blue Renault piled up to where we were standing. The door opened, and a lady stepped out. She was blonde, and looked like the type of person who would take someone in, and she seemed like a mother figure to me. She approached Keith and Damian, shooting them puzzled looks.
'Keith, Damian, can you please explain to me why I came to pick the pair of ye up at a hospital, and who might I ask is this young lady?' she asked.
'Ya see Sharon, it's kind of a long story....' began Damian.
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Post by celticbear on Sept 7, 2011 21:45:14 GMT -5
CG! I love how protective Keith and Damo are of Aisling! Not sure if I like the fact she lied to the doctor but I understand why she did it! And if Sharon is to agree to take Aisling in,THE THREE OF THEM BETTER TELL MAMA BEAR SHARON THE WHOLE TRUTH!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 7, 2011 22:22:56 GMT -5
Damian cleared his throat, and started to speak.
'Uh, Sharon, can I talk to you privately for a second?' asked Damian a bit nervously.
'Sure, Damian.'
The two of them walked a few paces away, talking in hushed tones. I could make out a few words, though.
'Has nobody.... orphan..... Ian...... scared..... he did that, yeah...... PLEASE?!?.... no, not because of that reason.... yesterday... Aisling O'Mahoney..' was all I could hear from Damian. I heard a bit of what Sharon was saying back to him.
'broke her arm?....... fiddle player..... not good...... maybe..... bad situation..... poor thing.... alright fine, if you think so.'
They walked back over to Keith and I, and I pretended like I hadn't heard a word.
'Alright, Miss Aisling, I have an offer for you. For the time being, if you'd like, you can stay with me, Keith, Damian, Joyce, Ruth, Nicole, and Meaghan. What do you say, Aisling?'
'Really? You'd let me stay with you?!? Yes please, ma'am, I would like to stay with you.' I replied gratefully.
'None of that 'ma'am' stuff, ok? Call me Sharon, everyone does. We're all sorted now, let's go.'
We four climbed into Sharon's car, me in the front seat, Damian and Keith in the back, and Sharon at the wheel. Nobody spoke as we drove through Dublin, except for Damian asking me once how my arm was. I fell asleep, and then woke up to the sound of car doors slamming. I rubbed my eyes with my one good arm, and yawned a bit. Sharon opened my door.
'Hey, the car isn't a very comfy place to sleep, I've a bedroom for you to stay in with the girls.'
'Ok, thanks.' I said sleepily.
We walked into a nice looking, modern two storey house. I was too tired to take notice of any details. When we passed the kitchen, and the smells of stew wafting into the hall, my stomach rumbled so loud, I swear the people upstairs could hear it! Sharon stopped, turned, put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.
'Aisling, tell me, when was the last time you ate a proper meal?' she prompted gently.
'Um, about two and a half days ago, I had a little bit of fish and chips.'
'Poor dear,
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Post by celticbear on Sept 7, 2011 22:44:26 GMT -5
I knew once Sharon heard the whole story her Motherly instincts would kick in! That's why she's Mama Bear Sharon! I do believe CT has the makings of a brand new fiddle player! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Sept 8, 2011 0:23:52 GMT -5
I loved the updates!!! Of course Sharon has a heart of gold even if she can be stern!! Aisling is in good hands for the moment! Update soon please!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 8, 2011 0:24:40 GMT -5
awwww Damo and Sharon...good combo for getting things done update!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 8, 2011 2:11:38 GMT -5
Sharon led me to the kitchen, where she made me sit at the table, and served me up a heaping plate of hot, delicious stew, and a mug of tea with a spoonful of sugar and some milk. I was happy for the food, I thought I'd pass out if I'd not gotten something to eat soon! I saw her putting things away in cupboard and drawers, bt I saw her studying me with what appeared to be concern. After I'd eaten as much as my belly could hold, we walked down the hall to a bedroom, where I saw two look alike redheaded ladies, one brunette, and one blonde. They were sitting on the beds talking, but a hush fell over the room as I walked in. I couldn't help but stare down at the floor. Sharon broke the awkward silence.
'Ladies, this is Aisling O'Mahoney, and she will be staying with us for a while, so please make her feel welcome here. Aisling, I'e to be off to sleep now, and so do the rest of you ladies! Your bed is the one beside Nicole's. Goodnight, girls.'
With that, she left. Then the questions began.
'What happened to your arm?'
'Where are your Mam and Da?'
'Are you ok?'
'How did you meet Sharon?'
I quickly filled them in on my sorry tale, trying to skip the parts about Ian's attack, and about Mam and Dad dying. But he questions were asked eventually.
'I feel for you Aisling, I really do. If you don't mind me asking, why is your arm in a cast, and where are your parents?' asked Nicole.
'They're both long gone from this world, years ago. I was attacked by someone my dad used to drink with, but Damian showed up and got him away from me. Thank God he showed up, I shudder to thnk of what would have happened had he not shown up.' I looked around, with the funny feeling that I was missing something. Wait, my fiddle was gone! I must have left it in the street after Ian beat me. I felt like crying, that instrument held memories of people, places, and a past I could never get back now. Ruth must have sensed my discomfort, since she suggested we all go to bed now. I insisted that I needed some air before I wet to sleep. I walked out to the hall, slid down to the floor, and sat with my good arm over my head, curled into a ball that I foolishly thought nobody could break into. I had been wrong, SO wrong about that. Sharon reminded me of Mammy, kind, but stern when she needs to be, caring, and knows just what you need to hear from her. I sniffled at the thought of my mum, and reminded myself that no matter how many tears I cry, even God can't change the past. I collected myself, walked back into the room, and laid there staring at the ceiling, willing myself not to thnk about anything, lest I drudge up Ian, or Mammy or Dad into my thoughts. I heard a door click shut in the hall, but didn't think anything of it. Little did I know, that everyone else in the house had seen it all when I had thought I was alone in the hallway. Eventually, I fell asleep, tossing fitfully, and then softly yelling since I consciously forgot I had the cast on my arm. That nigt I did not sleep well. I dreamed I was being chased by Ian, and I just could run far or fast enough, he always caught up to me, and then when be would catch up to me he would smile his crooked evil grin. No escape, nowhere to run to, those thoughts bounced around in my subconscious all night and well into the wee hours of the morning.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 8, 2011 9:28:38 GMT -5
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Sept 8, 2011 17:40:06 GMT -5
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by celticbear on Sept 8, 2011 20:30:07 GMT -5
I'm glad the rest of the CT girls took her in! And that Aisling was willing to tell the girls the truth! I'm sad that she lost her fiddle! I hope she gets it back! Well if she doesn't,then either Sharon or Damo will get her a new one! One worthy of a CT fiddle player! I have a feeling Sharon has plans for our Aisling!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 8, 2011 21:29:14 GMT -5
'No, no get away! Leave me alone! Mam, I need you here, why did you leave me? What did I do wrong?'
'Shhh... She's sleeping.'
'She's scared, Nicole! Wake her up!'
'Aisling, Aisling, wake up. It's alright.'
I slowly pulled myself back to reality. All the girls were standing over me, concern on their faces.
'I.. I'm fine, really.'
'You were talkin about your Mam..' said Joyce softly.
A single tear slipped down my face. No words, no more crying, not anymore. They gave me a big hug, obviously meaning to make me feel better, and it helped a bit. All of them, especially Damian and Sharon had made me feel loved and almost like part of a real, loving family again.
But nobody, not even Damian or the girls or Sharon or Keith could ever come close to making me feel loved the way Mammy had. She was special, and I had been her special girl. Now, one of us didn't have the other to lean on anymore while out in the big, bad world. I knew I could still talk to her up in heaven, but I'm not so sure, that after years of praying to her on my knees for something better, for things to go right, to find someone to love and be loved in return, now I think she dosen't hear me anymore. As with in my real life, my cries of pain and pleas of guidance seem to always fall on deaf ears.
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 8, 2011 21:58:38 GMT -5
Sharon and Damian's voices pulled me back to the present.
'Aisling, are you awake? I've good news for you!' asked Sharon.
'Sleeping Beauty, are ya gonna wake up, or do I have to come in there and do it for ya?' teased Damian.
'I'm awake.'
Sharon looked like she was keeping in something spectuacular to herself.
'How would you like to come with me, and maybe have a session with Mairead?' she asked.
'Who is Mairead?'
'She is a remarkable violinist, and I figure you two will get along nicely. What do ya say?'
'Sure, sounds great!'
'We'll go after you've gotten dressed and had something to eat.'
I threw the covers off, excited about the day ahead for the first time in a very long time. I hurriedly threw on some clothes that Sharon gave me. I inhaled the scent of clean, fresh clothes. It smelled like a home. I smiled at that. I grabbed a piece of toast, downed a mug of tea, whilst scalding my mouth in the process. We got into the car.
'Damian isn't coming?'
'No, he's an errand to run.' she answered with a sly smile. Meeting Mairead would be a treat in itself, but I knew she had on emote trick up her sleeve.
We drove over to a house about fifteen minutes away. A white-blonde woman that looked not unlike a faerie from Irish folklore answered the door, and welcomed us in.
'Mairead, this is Aisling O'Mahoney. She's staying with me for the time being.'
'Nice to meet you, Aisling. Do you play, at all?'
'Yes, I did play... before...' I was hesitant to spill the Ian story.
'Just a moment, I'll be right back. Make yourselves at home.' Mairead vanished into the next room. She reappeared a moment later with the most exquisite fiddle I'd seen in my life! Without hesitation, she began to play a hauntingly beautiful tune to us. It was so lovely, that words failed to express how much was more by and liked her performance.
'That was... AMAZING! What make is it?' I asked.
'Thank you, and it is a Stradivarius.'
'Mine sounded nothing like that, it was made from a maple tree from my backyard when I was but a wee thing. I guess my Mam had a feelin I would be the musical sort.'
There was a knock at the door just then. Sharon just smiled, Mairead looked sly, and I was puzzled.
'I'll get it.' and Mairead got up to answer the door.
'Well, what a surprise to see you drop in like this!'
I wondered who she could possibly be talking to. I didn't have to wonder much longer since she waked back in with the caller.
It was Damian, smiling and holding a package. He set it down on the table, and pushed it toward me.
'It's for you, from Sharon, me, Keith, and the girls.' he said.
I tore off the paper, and screamed with joy when I saw what was inside!
'Is this really mine?!? You shouldn't have, it's too much! Thank you, thank you so much!'
In the brown paper lay none other than the best fiddle ever, the very last Strasivarius in existence! I couldn't believe something so beautiful and amazing would ever belong to me! It looked enchanted, like anyone who played it would sound nothing hoer than exquisite. I hugged the three of them so hard, while crying happy tears that I had received such a touching gift.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 8, 2011 22:45:47 GMT -5
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