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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 10, 2011 16:13:10 GMT -5
'You underestimate me.' I said defiantly.
''You have much to learn.'
'I won't EVER learn a thing from a monster like you!'
My comment clearly bothered him, so he pulled on my hair as hard as he could. I knew I had one shot to run before I was unable to move, let alone run away. He pulled back his arm to hit me, and I kicked him with all my strength and made a run for it. I ran and ran and ran until I could not see him anymore. I ran in the direction that I thought lead to Mairead's house.
Suddenly, I slammed into someone, hard and fast, knocking us both to the ground. I looked over to apologize to who I had just bulldozed into, but instead I just sat there.
'Aisling?!? Where were you? Sharon was about to call the guards and have them come and look for you!'
I knew the voice of my critic.
'But, I am glad that you're back here now.'
'Sorry for running you over.' I apoligized sheepishly.
'S ok.'
We heard the sound of sirens and tyres screeching.
'So Sharon DID call the guards! Must have though you ran into Ian again.'
'Um, that's pretty much what happened...'
'AGAIN?!?'
'Yeah. He was following me.'
'Did he hurt you again?'
'Well, no, not really. Just pulled my hair and kinda threw me against the cobblestones....'
'I wouldn't call that 'not really' I call that assault!'
'Im fine, really.'
'Um.. You have something in your hair..'
I reached a hand up to my fiery tresses, and was alarmed when my hand came away sticky. Damian was looking at me funny.
'What? It's jut a scrape...'
'Look behind you, and then tell me if it's just a scrape...'
I did as he said, and saw red droplets all the way to where I was now sitting.
A guard and a medic ran over to us. They both blanched at the sight of me.
The guard got out his radio and made a call.
'We're going to need a social service worker over here right now.'
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Post by celticbear on Sept 10, 2011 21:32:39 GMT -5
Both Updates where intense! I hope they catch Ian! Aisling is very lucky she got away like she did! Hope Sharon won't get into any trouble!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 10, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
uh oh......what happened to her?!?!?! update!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 10, 2011 22:21:01 GMT -5
Sharon, Keith, and Mairead suddenly appeared. They ran over to where a mad Damian and a stunned me sat on the pavement. They asked if I was alright, I just nodded yes. All I could think of was why the guard had called a social worker... The medic bandaged my head, which thank God looked worse than it really was. It would scar, but not noticeably since it was under my hair.
After awhile, a woman with a briefcase and dressed smartly in a pencil skirt and a blue blouse made her way over to us.
'Are you Aisling Greta O'Mahoney, miss?' she asked me.
'Yes.'
'My name is Bridgit Kane, and I am a social worker who specializes in youth and cases where the children have nowhere to go.'
'She HAS somewhere to go, Aisling is staying with me for the time being. I have had my own family, and always welcome more people into it!' Sharon rushed to my defense.
'Aisling, I have to ask you a few questions, it's standard procedure. Do you attest that you are an orphan, with no available kin to reside with?'
'Yes.'
'Is it true that a man by the name of Ian Mulligan has been threatening and hurting you?'
'That is also correct.'
'Were you indeed born on 7th September, 1993?'
'True.'
'Is your plae of birth Blarney, County Cork, Ireland?'
'Tis.'
'Have you been on your own or in school since your parents passed away?'
'Yes to the former, no to the latter.'
'Do you swear that everything you have said is nothing but the truth?'
'I do.'
'Alright, I have made a decision based on the information I have received about you from yourself and your records. Ms.Browne, my I speak to you privately for a moment?'
'Of course you may.' said Sharon.
They whispered quietly, and we didn't know what they were saying. When they came back, Sharon looked like she was mad a d also very sad about something. Bridgit walked over to me.
'Aisling, I have to tell you something. Because of your incidents with Ian, your living alone at 17, and having no next of kin to look after your well being, I have with great regret, must put you in care. You cannot stay with Ms.Browne because though she is very much willing and able to care for you, the county thinks otherwise. You will have to spend tonight in an orphanage, then sent to England in the morning to meet your foster parents since the system here is overflowing with too many cases and not near enough people to take them all in. You may keep in touch with these people, but once you reach English shore, you cannot return to Ireland unless you are granted written permission from both your foster parents and the Irish Embassy in London and Dublin. I will pick you up from Ms.Browne's residence at 9pm tonight.'
With a click of her heels, she walked away, taking the tiny broken remnants of my life that I had just been starting to finally PR back together.....
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 10, 2011 22:22:59 GMT -5
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 11, 2011 4:16:35 GMT -5
Everyone, including me were speechless. I couldn't believe this! England was the LAST place I wanted to be, far from my home and the people I know. I was numb. It was like my emotions had been turned off.
When we got back to Sharon's house, I remembered the Stradivari I had gotten. That was the only physical possession I had, so packing was a mere second and a half. We ate in for supper. I don't remember what we ate, I was still in shock. I glances at the clock after we had finished eating. I had one hour till I had to say goodbye to those who had reached out to me when I was desperately in need of someone to be there for me. I told the girls I was being made to leave, and they protested loudly. Keith said he was sorry to see me go, Sharon said even though she hadn't known me for long that it felt like losing one of her own kids, and Damian just didn't want to believe it. We had the longest discussion we'd ever had that night.
'This is insane.'
'That's the understatement of the century, Damian!'
'I don't want you to go.'
'I wish I could stay, but then social service would just drag me over there if I stay here.'
'Here, I want you to read this.'
He handed me a White envelope, with his address, and my name on it. I carefully opened it. The letter read:
'I know I haven't known you for long, but I feel as if I have. I just can't explain it. What I do know is that it kills me to see you go, and maybe I will have to sneak in a visit to England once in awhile. I hate when you're hurt, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. We will all miss the sound of your playing, take good care of your new one, it used to belong to Mairead but she decided you needed it more than she did. Write to me if you want to, when you can. I will always be here for you, no matter if it's fighting off thugs, or just ringing me up at midnight because your homesick or lonely. I hope you don't have to stay over there long, for your sake and for mine as well.
-Always here, Damian'
I looked over at him and hugged him so tight I thought he would choke! When the doorbell suddenly rang, he looked like a lost puppy
'Goodb-' he started.
'Nuh Uh, it's not goodbye, just see ya later.'
'Right. See ya a LOT later!'
'I don't want to stay in an orphanage, brings back too many painful memories.'
'And you leaving makes too many painful memories for me.'
The doorbell continued to ring three more times, but we chose to ignore it, and enjoy the last few moments that we have before I against my will; leave the country....
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Sept 11, 2011 9:21:56 GMT -5
aww, I hope she doesn't have to leave! update soon!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 11, 2011 15:00:34 GMT -5
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Sept 11, 2011 15:47:35 GMT -5
sooooo sad... she HAS to see them again... UPDATE SOON!!!!!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 11, 2011 17:32:28 GMT -5
Finally, we had to let Bridgit in. I opened the door. By now, everyone was in the hall to see me off.
'Hello, Aisling. I hate to have to do this, really I do.' said Bridgit.
It didn't sound like she was sorry, her tone of voice told me I was just another beige file folder with papers in it to her;nothing more.
I gave everyone hugs, and promises to see them all soon, which I didn't know if I would actually be able to fulfil my promise. I sighed, then just as I was halfway out the door; Damian ran over and gave me one last hug. I didn't want to, but I had to pull away from him and walk out the door, which was very high on my list of hardest things I've had to do in my life.
I walked out the door, shutting not only the door to Sharon's house; but a door on a good life that I could have had. As we drove in silence, it reminded me of when my parents died, leaving me alone. Now I was alone in a different way. The drive was quick, about ten minutes. I looked up at the dingy building, hugging my fiddle close to my chest.
'Let's go in, it's late and you've an early start tomorrow.'
'Fine.' I grumbled.
We walked inside, and it was like any other orphanage. A little run down, but still trying to look appealing and nice to the unfortunates who had to stay there.
The walls were a light yellow, paint chipping off in some places. We came to a large room with rows of single beds made up with brown blankets and one small pillow. I put my fiddle down on the first bed I saw. I sat down on the mattress, and it was hard and lumpy. I was the only one there, save for a sad looking pair of twin black-haired and blue eyed 8 year old boys. I wondered what had made them end up here.
'Well, goodnight, I will see you at the airport in the morning before you leave to make sure everything is sorted.'
Click- clack, click-clack went the woman who had turned my world upside down in about an hour. That had to be a new record, I thought sarcastically to myself.
The two boys were sleeping, still holding onto each other with a death grip. I decided to sleep, there was nothing else to do. I settled down under the scratchy blanket, and tried to force myself to sleep and not to cry. I took Damian's note out of my pocket, read it over a few times; smiling and crying as I did so. I fell asleep eventually, the words on that little piece of paper swimming around in my head.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 11, 2011 18:38:13 GMT -5
...... sad!!! that note was so cute......... *reads it again* *cries a little* *listens to Rebecca's beautiful voice* *feels a little better* UPDATE!
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Post by celticbear on Sept 11, 2011 20:36:06 GMT -5
Come on! There has to be away for Aisling to stay in Ireland! and those people thinking Sharon unfit to deal with a 17yr old! Thats a buch of malarky if I ever heard any! This is THE SHARON BROWNE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT! IF SHE CAN PUT UP WITH LADS AND THIER ANTICS FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS PLUS RAISING HER OWN THREE BOYS SHE IS MORE THAN QUALIFIED TO LOOK AFTER AISLING!
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 11, 2011 20:56:49 GMT -5
auntie CB, I know sharon is more than qualified, and you do, BUT Bridgit dosen't which is the issue here. Maybe something will change.... *cough cough hint hint*
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Post by CelticCailín on Sept 11, 2011 22:03:16 GMT -5
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 11, 2011 22:47:16 GMT -5
The note was NOT too cheesy! It was AMAZING!!!! UPDATE!!!!!!!! oh yeah, I cried, too, but it's allergy season, so... UPDATE!!!
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