Mo Chuisle Mo Chroí Chapter 13/?
Mo Chuisle Mo Chroí Chapter 13/?
Author: Magos186
Summary: On the verge of losing Justin, Brian decides to take him away. Can the two find their way back together while they're away from "helpful" suggestions from their family? Or will Justin disappear on him once they return...This is a season 2 AU.
Word Count: 1,564
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Closest I come is the dvd. They’re just fun to play with.
A/N: I was in a good mood before. I was excited about New Moon coming out on dvd. I got up at the ass crack of dawn to get it. As soon as I start watching all the bonus features, my mother decides hey let me nag the hell out of her so she can’t do it. I truly hate being around her when she cooks. She turns into a bigger witch than normal. And since she’s been bitching at me all day, she’s ruined my New Moon good mood. Now I’m annoyed and I need someone to take it out on. I figured, why not Joan? Now, I never planned to write this scene so I hope it comes out well. Enjoy the latest chapter of MCMC.
Brianna stood at the bottom of the driveway, unsure of how she should approach the house before her. She had pictured it in her head many times, but in her mind it was always much more sinister. She pictured it to be more evil, as if just by looking at it you could tell it was not a place to ever enter. In reality, none of that was true. The house was just that…a house. The faded white paint of the two story home was chipping in places, the once bright colors of the shutters and door fading away, much like the house’s inhabitant. Now or never, she thought to herself before taking a deep breath and making the trek up to the front door. When she got to there, she took another deep breath and rang the bell. There was a bang, followed by a shuffling noise and a minute later the door opened. On one side there was Brianna, her hair still mostly red, although it was fading and did have some gray. She was dressed in a white cable-knit sweater and black slacks. Her black coat was open, but hung to her knees. She had some wrinkles, but all in all, she looked much younger than her seventy years. Standing opposite her on the other side of the door was a woman who was a few inches taller. Her face was marred with wrinkles and frown lines. She had bags under her wide, shocked, bloodshot eyes. Her grayish white hair was cut short. She was dressed in a blue sweater with a beige skirt that hung past her knees. All in all, she looked much older than her fifty years. “Mama?” She whispered.
“Hello Joan.”
“What-what are you doing here?”
“Do you mind if I come in? I don’t think you want to have this conversation on your porch.”
“Of course,” she replied, moving out of the way quickly. Brianna entered and was escorted to the parlor. She refused to call it a living room. It was evident that not much living was going on here. “Can I get you anything?” Joan asked as she sat down on the couch, her mother sitting in a chair across from her.
“No, thank you. I came to talk, not for tea.”
“Talk?” Joan scoffed. “You haven’t talked to me for over twenty years.”
“Twenty-one and a half to be exact.”
“Well, I’ve gotten along just fine without you and you’ve clearly got on without me. Why break the silence now?”
“I have had a good life, but it would have been better with you in it. Instead I lost both my daughters.”
“You were the one who disowned me!”
“Because you married that man! He was a rude, uncaring, drunk! I tried to warn you, but you didn’t want to listen to me. You chose him over your mother and look what it got you. You’re all alone here. You’ve turned into an alcoholic. Your own son hates you.”
“My son is evil and will burn in hell.”
Before either of them knew what happened, Joan was facing the other direction, her cheek burning and Brianna was standing over her with a stinging hand. “Don’t you ever say that about my grandson again you ungrateful horrible wretch! That boy has more good in him than you do. If anyone’s going to hell, it’s certainly not him!”
“He’s a sodomite,” Joan said sternly as she stared down her mother, a hand covering the cheek that had been slapped.
“So that automatically means he’s going to hell?”
“The Bible strictly forbids it.”
“The Bible also forbids eating shellfish. Does that mean you’re going to hell for eating a lobster? And since we’re talking about sins, breaking one of the commandments is a rather large sin. Pride and gluttony are rather large sins as well.”
“I’m not gluttonous and just which commandment have I broken?”
“Honor your mother and father. Does that ring a bell Joan Margaret? You certainly haven’t honored our wishes. Since you came to this country you’ve become selfish and bitter and being an alcoholic certainly counts as gluttony in my book.”
“You would drink too if you had the life I did.”
“And what stopped you from changing it? What stopped you from leaving your husband? You could have gone to your sister, God rest her soul. You could have come to me. What made you stay with that evil man who beat your son for no reason?”
“The church does not accept divorce.”
“The church didn’t accept divorce fifty years ago maybe, but there’s always annulment. Or you simply could have taken your children and left him. But no. You sit here acting all high and mighty and have the nerve to tell me that you chose religion over your own children? Did you ever even love them?”
“Of course I loved them! I still do. I pray for their souls every day.”
“What would you know of their souls? I can’t speak for your daughter, but Brian has the most beautiful soul. It’s amazing that he’s been able to keep it shining after all the years of abuse he suffered here. Did you ever try to protect him? Did you ever try to stop your husband from beating Brian to death? We both know there were several times he came close.”
“I took him to the hospital and I…”
“You what Joan Margaret? You prayed? Is that what you were going to say? I know I raised you in the church but I certainly never raised you to sit back and watch your son being beaten. If I had been in your shoes I would have fought. I would have tried to stop it. I would have taken the beating myself. I would never let Brian take it instead. He’s never deserved one ounce of pain inflicted on him by you and your husband.”
“I’ve never hurt him,” Joan protested.
“You’ve never hurt him physically, but we both know there are other types of abuse. Do you honestly believe that when you tell him he’s going to hell you don’t hurt him? Do you think that when you insult his partner you don’t hurt him? Brian has always been so sensitive you’d just never know it. He hides so deep behind his mask it takes years to learn how to see passed it. Every insult, every condemnation of yours goes straight to his heart and cuts away a piece of him. Every time he comes back from seeing you, I see the boy inside him begging to be loved. All he’s ever wanted is for his parents to love him…to be proud of him. He’s worked so hard his entire life to make something of himself. He’s an award winning advertiser and is the owner of an extremely successful advertising agency yet you have no kind words for him.
“You know, until we stopped speaking, I always made sure to tell you that I loved you. Whether you believe it or not, I still love you. Most would question why. Most would ask how I could love someone who has treated my grandson so horribly, but even though I cannot forgive you for what you’ve done to him, you’re still my daughter. That simply fact alone guarantees you my love. You spend so much time worrying about Brian’s immortal soul and what God will think that you don’t see who he is now. God is benevolent. He is responsible for all things on this earth. It is not a person’s choice to be gay. They are born that way, just as you were born heterosexual. If you truly believe that God creates us in his image…if you believe God doesn’t make mistakes…then maybe you should realize that God has nothing against homosexuals because he created them. If you’re lucky enough to find someone you love, it shouldn’t matter if they’re black or white, male or female. Love is a wonderful, beautiful thing. God would never discriminate against it. God would never want you to stop loving someone just because they’re gay.”
“But the Bible,” Joan whispered weakly.
“The Bible was written centuries ago by a bunch of repressed men. I guarantee anything that the one who wrote that homosexuality is a sin was in fact a homosexual and hated himself for it. If there was a book defining religion saying if you dress in black or eat potatoes or sleep more than eight hours a night that you will burn in hell would you believe it? Of course not. Why then are you putting so much stock in this book of yours? It was written when times were different by a bunch of men who told stories of hate and violence. If you want to be a devout Catholic, very well, but do not live your life according to the Bible. If you do, you will die bitter and alone. You have a family Joan and we will be here for you when you’re ready. Until then, you stay the hell away from my Brian. If he comes home with that sad look on his face after seeing you one more time I promise I will not be responsible for my actions.” With that, Brianna stood up and left the house, leaving her stunned daughter alone on the couch.
A/N: I’m not really religious so I hope I did well with that part. Leave me a review and let me know what you think.
Author: Magos186
Summary: On the verge of losing Justin, Brian decides to take him away. Can the two find their way back together while they're away from "helpful" suggestions from their family? Or will Justin disappear on him once they return...This is a season 2 AU.
Word Count: 1,564
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Closest I come is the dvd. They’re just fun to play with.
A/N: I was in a good mood before. I was excited about New Moon coming out on dvd. I got up at the ass crack of dawn to get it. As soon as I start watching all the bonus features, my mother decides hey let me nag the hell out of her so she can’t do it. I truly hate being around her when she cooks. She turns into a bigger witch than normal. And since she’s been bitching at me all day, she’s ruined my New Moon good mood. Now I’m annoyed and I need someone to take it out on. I figured, why not Joan? Now, I never planned to write this scene so I hope it comes out well. Enjoy the latest chapter of MCMC.
Brianna stood at the bottom of the driveway, unsure of how she should approach the house before her. She had pictured it in her head many times, but in her mind it was always much more sinister. She pictured it to be more evil, as if just by looking at it you could tell it was not a place to ever enter. In reality, none of that was true. The house was just that…a house. The faded white paint of the two story home was chipping in places, the once bright colors of the shutters and door fading away, much like the house’s inhabitant. Now or never, she thought to herself before taking a deep breath and making the trek up to the front door. When she got to there, she took another deep breath and rang the bell. There was a bang, followed by a shuffling noise and a minute later the door opened. On one side there was Brianna, her hair still mostly red, although it was fading and did have some gray. She was dressed in a white cable-knit sweater and black slacks. Her black coat was open, but hung to her knees. She had some wrinkles, but all in all, she looked much younger than her seventy years. Standing opposite her on the other side of the door was a woman who was a few inches taller. Her face was marred with wrinkles and frown lines. She had bags under her wide, shocked, bloodshot eyes. Her grayish white hair was cut short. She was dressed in a blue sweater with a beige skirt that hung past her knees. All in all, she looked much older than her fifty years. “Mama?” She whispered.
“Hello Joan.”
“What-what are you doing here?”
“Do you mind if I come in? I don’t think you want to have this conversation on your porch.”
“Of course,” she replied, moving out of the way quickly. Brianna entered and was escorted to the parlor. She refused to call it a living room. It was evident that not much living was going on here. “Can I get you anything?” Joan asked as she sat down on the couch, her mother sitting in a chair across from her.
“No, thank you. I came to talk, not for tea.”
“Talk?” Joan scoffed. “You haven’t talked to me for over twenty years.”
“Twenty-one and a half to be exact.”
“Well, I’ve gotten along just fine without you and you’ve clearly got on without me. Why break the silence now?”
“I have had a good life, but it would have been better with you in it. Instead I lost both my daughters.”
“You were the one who disowned me!”
“Because you married that man! He was a rude, uncaring, drunk! I tried to warn you, but you didn’t want to listen to me. You chose him over your mother and look what it got you. You’re all alone here. You’ve turned into an alcoholic. Your own son hates you.”
“My son is evil and will burn in hell.”
Before either of them knew what happened, Joan was facing the other direction, her cheek burning and Brianna was standing over her with a stinging hand. “Don’t you ever say that about my grandson again you ungrateful horrible wretch! That boy has more good in him than you do. If anyone’s going to hell, it’s certainly not him!”
“He’s a sodomite,” Joan said sternly as she stared down her mother, a hand covering the cheek that had been slapped.
“So that automatically means he’s going to hell?”
“The Bible strictly forbids it.”
“The Bible also forbids eating shellfish. Does that mean you’re going to hell for eating a lobster? And since we’re talking about sins, breaking one of the commandments is a rather large sin. Pride and gluttony are rather large sins as well.”
“I’m not gluttonous and just which commandment have I broken?”
“Honor your mother and father. Does that ring a bell Joan Margaret? You certainly haven’t honored our wishes. Since you came to this country you’ve become selfish and bitter and being an alcoholic certainly counts as gluttony in my book.”
“You would drink too if you had the life I did.”
“And what stopped you from changing it? What stopped you from leaving your husband? You could have gone to your sister, God rest her soul. You could have come to me. What made you stay with that evil man who beat your son for no reason?”
“The church does not accept divorce.”
“The church didn’t accept divorce fifty years ago maybe, but there’s always annulment. Or you simply could have taken your children and left him. But no. You sit here acting all high and mighty and have the nerve to tell me that you chose religion over your own children? Did you ever even love them?”
“Of course I loved them! I still do. I pray for their souls every day.”
“What would you know of their souls? I can’t speak for your daughter, but Brian has the most beautiful soul. It’s amazing that he’s been able to keep it shining after all the years of abuse he suffered here. Did you ever try to protect him? Did you ever try to stop your husband from beating Brian to death? We both know there were several times he came close.”
“I took him to the hospital and I…”
“You what Joan Margaret? You prayed? Is that what you were going to say? I know I raised you in the church but I certainly never raised you to sit back and watch your son being beaten. If I had been in your shoes I would have fought. I would have tried to stop it. I would have taken the beating myself. I would never let Brian take it instead. He’s never deserved one ounce of pain inflicted on him by you and your husband.”
“I’ve never hurt him,” Joan protested.
“You’ve never hurt him physically, but we both know there are other types of abuse. Do you honestly believe that when you tell him he’s going to hell you don’t hurt him? Do you think that when you insult his partner you don’t hurt him? Brian has always been so sensitive you’d just never know it. He hides so deep behind his mask it takes years to learn how to see passed it. Every insult, every condemnation of yours goes straight to his heart and cuts away a piece of him. Every time he comes back from seeing you, I see the boy inside him begging to be loved. All he’s ever wanted is for his parents to love him…to be proud of him. He’s worked so hard his entire life to make something of himself. He’s an award winning advertiser and is the owner of an extremely successful advertising agency yet you have no kind words for him.
“You know, until we stopped speaking, I always made sure to tell you that I loved you. Whether you believe it or not, I still love you. Most would question why. Most would ask how I could love someone who has treated my grandson so horribly, but even though I cannot forgive you for what you’ve done to him, you’re still my daughter. That simply fact alone guarantees you my love. You spend so much time worrying about Brian’s immortal soul and what God will think that you don’t see who he is now. God is benevolent. He is responsible for all things on this earth. It is not a person’s choice to be gay. They are born that way, just as you were born heterosexual. If you truly believe that God creates us in his image…if you believe God doesn’t make mistakes…then maybe you should realize that God has nothing against homosexuals because he created them. If you’re lucky enough to find someone you love, it shouldn’t matter if they’re black or white, male or female. Love is a wonderful, beautiful thing. God would never discriminate against it. God would never want you to stop loving someone just because they’re gay.”
“But the Bible,” Joan whispered weakly.
“The Bible was written centuries ago by a bunch of repressed men. I guarantee anything that the one who wrote that homosexuality is a sin was in fact a homosexual and hated himself for it. If there was a book defining religion saying if you dress in black or eat potatoes or sleep more than eight hours a night that you will burn in hell would you believe it? Of course not. Why then are you putting so much stock in this book of yours? It was written when times were different by a bunch of men who told stories of hate and violence. If you want to be a devout Catholic, very well, but do not live your life according to the Bible. If you do, you will die bitter and alone. You have a family Joan and we will be here for you when you’re ready. Until then, you stay the hell away from my Brian. If he comes home with that sad look on his face after seeing you one more time I promise I will not be responsible for my actions.” With that, Brianna stood up and left the house, leaving her stunned daughter alone on the couch.
A/N: I’m not really religious so I hope I did well with that part. Leave me a review and let me know what you think.