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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 20:48:49 GMT -5
*She slapped him, just once, but it was enough.*
"I know what I'm doing, Liam! If I spend my days doing laundry it's because I'm GOOD at it and it makes YOUR life, among others, easier! When have ye ever found yerself living in filth, or going to bed hungry, or listenin' t'yer baby sister cryin' and coughin' in the night and prayin' she'd make it 'till the mornin'?"
*She wrapped her arms around herself and turned away.*
"And Mrs. Tommy Finlay or no, I'll never have anyone's children. Didn't I see me Mam half-faint with pain and Da white with the terror and guilt that she might die every single time she bore another? And then t'feed them all...t'find it's impossible that even one of them might have a life above that they were born to? I'll not put Tommy or myself through that horror."
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 20:56:23 GMT -5
"You know as well as I that he'd want children, Sorcha. Don't be foolish." *He sneered. He took a step towards her, eyes flashing angrily.*
"What kind of marriage would that be? A marriage borne because your family expects it? I thought you had more courage than to take the easy way out. Evidently I was mistaken."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 20:57:28 GMT -5
"What a man doesn't know won't hurt him!" *she cried out, tears starting in her eyes.*
"And don't ye preach at me about the easy way or the hard way! There's dozens of ways and none of them much easier than any other! The easiest would be to WALK OFF A CLIFF!" *she screamed, turning and running away.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 21:03:40 GMT -5
*He glared at her receding form before kicking at the plates and the fudge and the food.*
It's all gone to hell.
*He turned and walked off a cliff.*
*He wasn't going to let this go easily. Not her. He'd get her back, one way or another. And if she was so insistent on using Tommy against him, maybe he'd just have to find someone else. For a while.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 18, 2008 12:45:51 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Liam sat on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the setting sun over the ocean.*
"Sorcha..." *He murmured, looking down and running his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what he'd do if she died... he hated Tommy for ever getting her pregnant with that damn baby.*
If it weren't for his baby this never would have happened... she never should have married him.
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