A day, like any other, was the day they met her. It was the day before St. Patty's when a knock came on their door. Connor groaned, kicking his boot off before standing up. "Who tha fock is botherin' us at this time o' night?" Murphy rolled over on his bed and looked at his twin, whom just replied by shrugging his shoulders. He walked over to the door and opened it. One of their buddies from the bar, stood on their doorstep holding a young girl, covered in blood. The girl's entire outfit was soaked and her face was cut, one of her eyes black, and her hair matted with blood. "Wha the fock? Git in 'ere." Connor stepped to the side and let the man in, closing the door behind them. The man laid the girl down on the boys' couch and Murphy jumped up out of bed, running over to her. Their friend then turned and looked at Connor. "Ah found 'er in tha alley. Ah couldn't just leave 'er there. So ah brought 'er to you boys. You know wha ta do better than ah do." Connor looked at the young girl and then back at his friend, giving a slight nod of agreement. His friend tipped his head at him as a farewell and hurried out the door.
There was a girl, covered in blood, unconcious on their couch. What the fuck were they supposed to do with her? Murphy held a warm washcloth to her head. They'd already cleaned most of the blood off her face and rested an ice pack on her eye. "Wha do ye think we shoul' do?" Murphy looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow. Connor sighed and sat down in the chair, looking at her, "ah suppose we could take 'er to tha church on the morrow. They'd know what ta do." Murphy nodded and turned his attention back to the girl. Her top lip twitched and she whimpered lightly. "Ah think she's wakin' up." Murphy moved his hand and stood off the couch, moving away from the girl. Her eyes opened half way and she blinked, as if trying to adjust to the light. "Ey there lass." The girl winced with pain and tried to sit up, but Murphy put an arm across her, "ey now, don' strain yerself." "Wh-who are you? Where am I?" Connor looked at Murphy and then back down to her, "name's Conn'r, mah brother's name is Murphy. Yer at our house. Our friend found ye in tha back alley." She blinked a few more times and turned her head to look at Murphy, then down at Connor, "what happened to me? I can't remember..." Connor shrugged, "ah have no idea miss." "Yer welcome ta stay 'ere for t'night. We'll take ye ta tha church in tha mornin." "No, I don't want to go to a church. I want to go home. Please, just take me home." The girl's eyes filled with tears and Murphy cringed. "Where do ya live miss? Ya 'ave parents who'll be lookin' for ye?" The girl bit her lip and looked down at her feet, avoiding the question. "It's fine, ya don' 'ave ta answer right now. Get some sleep and we'll talk about it in tha morning."