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A Trip to Boston
Heather continued to sob into her pillow after she had gotten off then phone with her father who informed her that she had an older brother. She was in disbelief, after 23 years of think she was an only child, she has an older brother.
"Why? After all these years, did I not know about my brother?" she said to herself, as she whipped away her tears. "I've got to get to Boston". She said as she stood up. "I want to meet his brother of mine".
She headed to the bathroom and slashed some water on her face to cool down, then started to pack some of her things. She grabbed the next flight to Boston which was going to be a long one. She leaned against her seat, fidgeting, too anxious to sleep. She started to nod off when she heard a male's voice. "Excuse me", he said. "Huh?" she sat up, startled. When she turned her head to see who had startled her out of her nodding state, she came up a man with dark brown eyes and short hair that seemed to match them. He was tall, ruggedly handsome, but seemed a little strange. "I'm sorry ma'am, didn't mean to frighten you", he said. "Mind if I sit in that empty seat by the window?" he asked, motioning with his head at the seat next to me. "Uh, sure", she replied. He squeezed passed me and sat down, fastening his safety belt. "So, where ya headed?" he asked. "Boston", she replied, still wondering why he seemed strange to her. "Oh really?" he said with a little smirk. "I'm headed back that way too, was just here to visit a friend for a while." he added. "May I ask why you're heading there?" he asked.
"He is rather curious", she thought to herself, but answered anyway. "I'm going to meet my older brother for the first time." "First time?" he asked, raised his right brow. "Yea, I never knew he existed until an hour ago", she replied, feeling herself tear up again. "Wow", he exclaimed "you must be excited, will he be picking you up?" he asked. She sighed, "He doesn't know I'm coming, and I'm sure he won't know I existed either until I have found him, besides, I looked up the name that they gave me and I couldn't find any information from that", she replied. "Well", he said as he patted her shoulder which made her feel uneasy, "I hope you find him" he smiled. "Me too", she replied.
Several hours passed and Heather was walking through the terminal, heading to the exit when she heard the man's voice from behind her. "Hey, I never got your name", he exclaimed as he caught up to me, and then smiled. "Oh...it's Heather" came her reply. "Heather, it's nice to have met you" he smiled and extended his hand. As she reluctantly shook it, he then said, "I'm Brian." "Nice to have met you Brian", she said. "I'll see you around," he said, then headed to his car, then turned to smile and wave before he got in and drove off.
She stood alone there outside for a moments until a taxi pulled up. She got inside. "Where do you want to go?" the driver asked. His voice sounded raspy and just a bit creepy. "Eh, the nearest bar'll do" she replied. "Ah, a drinker" he chuckled and resumed driving. Several minutes later the car came to a stop. "That'll be $15.10 dear", he said. She handed him the money and headed inside, sitting at the first empty barstool she saw. "What c-c-can I g-get you sweetheart? FUCK! ASS!" the bartender shouted which made Heather's eyes grow wide. The men up at the bar started laughing, then a man sitting beside her with an Irish accent said, "Aye, don't ye worry lass, Doc's got tourette's, the more ye hang 'round 'ere, the more ye hear it." She blinked then looked over to the man that had said that and came upon a pair of beautiful blue eyes. His hair was short and a dark blond color. She then recognized him to be Conner McManus, she leaned to see if his brother Murphy was beside him and sure enough there he was. Then he spoke, "Aye, ye learn to get used to it dear".
She looked back and forth at the two of em a couple more times then finally with a small voice said, "You-you two", she paused for a second before finishing "are the Saints", she said. The two grinned and Conner replied with, "We're that well known are we? Reached all the way to Italy?" Then Murphy asked, "What brings an Italian lady to a shithole town like Boston?" She looked down at the table for a second the back at the boys, "I want to meet the brother I never knew about until today", came her sad reply. "I was told this is where he resides" she added. "Aye, what's 'is name? We might know 'im and might be able to help ye find 'im" Conner said. "Ummm", she said reaching into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper she had written his name on. "David Del Roc", she read out to them. When she looked back at them, they looked like they had seen a ghost and very sadly Conner replied, "Aye, dear, I hate to tell ye this", he took a deep breath and continued, "but 'es been dead for 8 years" Her face went pale and tears filled her eyes. "Wha? Huh how?" she asked closing her eyes to let the tears fall.
The two brothers exchanged glances and Doc slide an open beer bottle over to her and said, "On th-the house sweetheart". "Thank you", she said and took a long drink of it then looked back over at the boys. "Come", Conner said as he stood up and arm around her shoulder, "we'd rather not talk about it here." Murphy also stood up and then so did she. She finished her beer then set the empty bottle back on the table. Murphy turned to the bartender and said, "night Doc." then the three headed outside. Murphy took out a pack of cigarettes and took two out handing one to Conner than held the pack to her, in which she declined politely and said, "No thank you." "So what's ye name lass?" Conner asked. "Heather Donna Roc", she replied. "Ye parents didn't give ye an Italian first name?" Murphy asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Guess not" she said. "Well Heather", Conner spoke "Rocco was our best friend, but one night he was shot and killed, but ye best believe we got the mother fucker that did it."Aye", Murphy added, "we're sorry ye didn't get a chance to meet 'im, he was a great guy.
"I guess I flew all the way from Italy for nothing", she said in very sad tone. "Don't say that lass", Conner said as he placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "Aye, he's right", Murphy added, then continued "if ye hadn't come here, ye wouldn't 'ev met us" he said with a smile. She smiled a bit then it faded as she said "but now I've nowhere to stay, was hoping I'd be crashing at his place while we caught up." "Ye can crash at our place dear, Da won't mind", Conner replied. "That is very nice of you, but I don't want to impose", she replied. "No imposin' lass, we insist", he said as he nudged Murphy. "Aye, it would mean a lot if ye stayed for a bit, or however long ye like", Murphy said. "Well, alright", Heather nodded as Conner put his arm around her shoulder again and the three headed to their car.
Several minutes pass; they help Heather put her luggage in their father's room. "Would ye like a drink?" Conner asked as the 3 of them sat on their couch in the living room. "Yes please", she replied. "Beer ok for ye?" he asked as he stood up. "That'll be fine" she replied with a smile. He smiled then went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out 3 bottles of beer, handed one to Heather and Murphy, and then opened the 3rd one for himself. "Thank you", she said as she opened it and took a long drink. "Aye", he said as he sat back down. "Could you tell me what my brother was like?" she asked, looking back and forth between them. "He was a great guy, could make ye laugh ye ass off, even on ye worst day" Murphy replied. "Aye", Conner nodded "He was the clown out of the 3 of us; ye would've loved 'im" he added. "Was he also quick to anger?" she asked. "Oh yea, not the kind of guy to piss off" Murphy said with a chuckle. "Yep, we were related then", she said cracking a smile, then took another long drink of her beer. The two brothers laughed and took long drinks from their beers. "We like ye already Heather", Conner said, still chuckling. "Aye, ye will fit in just fine 'ere", Murphy added. She smiled bigger this time then finished her beer and set it on the table.
After several beers it was time to get some sleep, Heather hadn't slept the whole plane ride, so she was pretty tired. A few hours later, Conner had gone to the bathroom, as he came back he noticed the door to the room Heather was staying in was cracked open. He decided to peek in for a second; he cracked it open a little more quietly, as to not disturb her and looked for a minute. "Pictures last longer ye know", Murphy whispered to him. Conner turned around quickly like he had been caught red handed, "what?" he asked as if he hadn't heard his brother. "Ye watchin' 'er sleep Conn?" he said with a smirk on his face. "No, I was just checkin' on 'er", he said as he nudged Murphy then walked back to their room. "I think yer in love with 'er", Murphy chuckled as he followed behind. "Shut up Murph, I just met 'er alright?", Conner replied in a defensive tone. "So? That doesn't mean yer not in love with 'er already", Murphy chuckled again. "Gnight Murph", Conner mumbled into his pillow.