When Paths Cross, Unbreakable Bonds Form, 26/?
Title: When Paths Cross, Unbreakable Bonds Form
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Sinead & Aisling
Rating: M (for language)
Summary: This is a story about how Sinead and Aisling met and what they have gone through to still be together.
Word Count: 1,357
Disclaimer: This is an original fiction using my own characters and ideas. Please do not use these characters without permission.
Authors Note: Please comment. Since I feel bad about not updating in a timely manner, here's two chapters in one day. Thanks to mel_datsme for being my beta/proof reader as usual.
( Part 1) ( Part 2) ( Part 3) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( Part 7) ( Part 8) ( Part 9) ( Part 10) ( Part 11) ( Part 12) ( Part 13) ( Part 14)
( Part 15) ( Part 16) ( Part 17) ( Part 18) ( Part 19) ( Part 20) ( Part 21) ( Part 22) ( Part 23) ( Part 24) ( Part 25)
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Panic spread throughout the blue-eyed girl as she re-read the note from her girlfriend for the hundredth time. Not knowing what to think about the situation, Sinead ran into the lounge room, clutching the note in her hand.
“What’s wrong Sinead?” Eva asked, noticing that the girl looked petrified.
“Aisling, she’s gone,” Sinead breathed out, “She left me this note,” she added, handing the piece of paper to Eva.
“Don’t worry and stop freaking out, I’m alright. There is just something I need to do. I’ll let you know more later on,” Eva read aloud as she looked to Abby, feeling the colour drain from her face.
“Maybe she’s just gone for a really long walk,” Abby tried, seeing the panic wash over Eva.
“I don’t think so; she never leaves notes if she’s gone for a walk. She’s run away and it’s my fault,” Eva said, her voice cracking as she fought to hold back the tears.
“Don’t blame yourself, Eva, you did nothing wrong. We both know how headstrong Aisling is and when she wants something, she’ll go and do it regardless of the consequences,” Abby tried to reason, hoping to get through to the woman.
Eva sat on the couch and shook her head, trying to compose herself.
“Mum’s right, even I can’t talk Aisling out of everything, she’s very independent. You did nothing wrong,” Sinead agreed, standing next to her mother.
“We need to go and find her, I’m going to start packing now in case she’s headed back up to Dublin,” Eva said, getting up off the lounge, determination setting in to find her daughter.
Walking into the bedroom, Sinead grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and had a quick shower before returning to the room and starting to pack both hers and Aisling’s belongings.
‘Why did you have to go and do something as stupid as this, Aisling?’ Sinead thought to herself, noticing that some of Aisling’s belongings were missing.
Placing the last items of clothing into her bag, Sinead zipped up the backpack and moved it into the lounge room where Eva was.
“Aisling ended up taking a few changes of clothes and a backpack, they’re not in the room anymore,” Sinead told the dark-haired woman.
“Thanks for that,” Eva said, offering the teenager a small smile. “Has Aisling sent you any e-mails or the likes?” she enquired, looking at Sinead.
“I haven’t checked, I’ll go do that now,” Sinead replied, running over to the computer and connecting to the Internet.
Logging into her e-mail account, Sinead sighed in slight relief as she opened the message up. “Aisling’s in Waterford, she sent me an e-mail from the library there,” Sinead loudly said so both adults heard her.
“We now know where we are headed then,” Eva replied, picking up the last of the bags and placing them into the car to head up north to Waterford.
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Waking to a bright light being directed into her eyes, Aisling tried to swat away the hand that held the cruel instrument but failed as pain shot through the back of her head. Moaning in discomfort, Aisling blinked a few times after the light had been turned off.
Trying to sit up and see clearly, the brunette felt a hand on her shoulder guiding her to keep on lying down.
Looking at the figure, Aisling could make out the outline of a dark-haired, male nurse standing in front of her. “What happened?” she asked, coughing slightly as she tried to clear her throat.
“There was an accident this morning, I’ll tell you more after I get a few details from you; is that okay?” the nurse asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Aisling responded, trying to see clear still.
“Can you please tell me your full name and date of birth?”
“Aisling Stephanie Pendergast and August twenty-ninth nineteen, eighty-eight,” she replied, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over her.
“And your mother’s name?”
“Aoife Charlotte Pendergast but most people just call her Eva,” Aisling responded, failing to stifle a yawn.
“Thank you for that Aisling, I’ll leave you to rest now,” the nurse replied, leaving the room.
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“Thank you,” Sinead heard Eva say to the attendant at the McDonald’s counter as he handed over the bag of food.
Receiving her bag of food for breakfast and an orange juice, Sinead silently ate as she worried about Aisling. She had been listening to the adults talk and she knew that they were heading into Waterford and stopping by the library to see if they could be of any help.
‘I really do hope she’s alright and not off doing something half-arsed and getting into trouble for it,’ Sinead thought as they turned a corner.
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Able to see clearly after resting for an hour, Aisling looked around the small hospital room from her half sitting position on the bed. Pain still shot through the back of her head as she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.
‘I really wish Mum was here now, my head hurts, I have no idea what happened and I’m scared,’ Aisling thought to herself as she felt the tears start to fall from her eyes.
“Here,” a kind voice said to her, handing her a tissue, recognising the voice as the nurse’s.
Taking the tissue, Aisling dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you alone in Waterford without anyone else with you?” the nurse asked, watching the teenager.
“I was heading back home to Dublin after I visited my grandparent’s in Cork,” Aisling responded, only telling a half truth as she finally looked up at the male nurse. “Holy hell, you look like someone I know,” she added, feeling as if she was looking at a male version of her girlfriend.
“Do I now?” the nurse responded, slightly amused.
“You do. What’s your name?” Aisling asked, wondering if her assumption was correct.
“Matthew Manning,” the nurse responded, feeling confused.
“You’re Sinead’s father,” Aisling said, feeling as surprised as the nurse in front of her looked.
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Pulling to a stop outside of the library, they got out of the car and headed towards the front door.
“Looks like something crashed here,” Eva noticed, pointing to the blocked off area around the other side of the stairs and bus stop pole.
“It does,” Abby agreed as they ascended the stairs.
Walking over to the reception desk, Eva tapped her fingers on the wooden counter, waiting for the older lady to attend to them.
“May I help you Ma’am?” the lady behind the desk asked.
“Yes, this morning do you remember seeing a young girl with a backpack come in here?”
“There was a girl who looked like a brunette version of you come in and she had on black pants and a green jacket, she was at the bus stop this morning when the accident happened,” the lady answered.
“Oh my God, what happened? Do you know if she’s okay?” Eva replied, trying to contain the panic building up inside of her.
“A drunken driver sped his car into the bus stop; eleven people were injured and taken to hospital. The young girl only has a suspected bump on the head but was taken there too,” the receptionist responded, offering Eva a small smile.
“Thank you for that,” Eva said, quickly walking out of the library and to the car.
Entering the main foyer of the hospital, Eva found out what room Aisling was in and made her way quickly into the children’s ward.
“Mum!” Aisling happily exclaimed as she felt the older woman’s arms wrap her up into a hug.
“Hey baby girl, are you okay?” Eva said, releasing her daughter slightly to make sure she was okay.
“I’m fine, my head just hurts,” Aisling responded, noticing Sinead and Abby in the room as well.
“Here are some pain killers,” the nurse said, entering the room and placing them down on the small table.
“Matthew?” Abby questioned, shocked to see the man standing in front of her, the man who her daughter was a spitting image of.
To be continued...