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He blonde hair was loose today, flowing freely down the middle of her back, and I swear I'd never seen anything like her.
Like an angel with dirty wings, she batted her long lashes at her father, concealing that sharp tongue I knew she possessed, as she played the role of darling daughter and all-round good girl.
But she knew better.
So did I.
She reminded me of one of those beautiful, exotic caged birds you’d see in a backstreet pet shop; out of place and itching for freedom.
Somehow, I doubted she got that by walking around holding hands with a stiff like Paul fucking Rice.
In the beginning, I had assumed that Molloy was trying to get one up on me by going out with my teammate. My lack of attention had pissed her off, and she wasn’t the type of girl to lie down to anyone. I had been positive that their relationship was her way of goading me.
Problem was, fifteen months had passed since she agreed to go out with him, and while they were off more than they were on, and he treated her like shit, shealwayswent back to him.
That unsettled me.
It fucking stung.
I knew I had no right to feel any type of way about it, but that didn’t stop me from feelingeverytype of way about it.
The hell was she doing with a fella like Paul Rice?
He was too boring for her and had a shit right hook.
She needed excitement and to be challenged.
It was written all over her face.
She waited for you, remember?
He wasn’t her first choice.
Pretending that it didn’t hurt me to see her with him was something that I had no choice but to master.
So, like I did every other time she came into the garage, flaunting her fantastic fucking boyfriend, I handled the knife in the gut sensation like a trooper, and went about my business.
Thrumming with tension, I quickly set to work, sorting through a pile of tires that needed their tread tested.
Ignoring the couple playing happy fucking families behind me, I let my thoughts wander to my mother.
Another baby.
Due to be born in November.
That meant, he or she would only be three when I turned eighteen.
I would be leaving a toddler behind when I got the fuck out of that house.
Jesus.
A shudder rolled through me, and I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt my teeth.
You see, I had made a deal with myself; I’d promised myself that I would see it out until I finished school. I’d be eighteen and a half by then. I would stay in the house and look after my brothers and sister until then. I could do it. I could hold on until then. But afterwards, once I finished my leaving cert, I was getting the hell out of there.
I had a whole plan thought up in my mind.
I would get a second job, something that was full-time and made good money, and with it I would put a deposit down on a cheap one-bedroom flat. Shannon would come with me. She could have the bedroom and I would take the couch. It would be small and basic, but it would be ours.
