This one's a little bit shorter, but I assure there is still more twists and secret to come. I just have to find a way to put my ideas in words.

I have been trying to fit a cúpla focail (a couple of words) of Irish into the story (I don't know why, Irish is like my least favourite subject after PE and no-one likes it.) and I managed it in this chapter. I will out translations in italics next to the words so you don't get confused.

Irish isn't my strong point, mainly because even after ten years of learning it at school I still can't really speak it because they don't teach it properly at school. Wouldn't we be better off learning to apply Irish to everyday conversation instead of giving us biographies of Kylie Minogue? Anyway, most of this is done using Google Translate which can sometimes be wrong.

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Chapter Seven

Emily and Oisín walked back up to the house, chatting casually about everything really. But their conversation was cut short as it started raining and they had to run home. Despite the weather, Sorcha was still standing at the door. She was leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and a look that a mother would use if she had caught her child sneaking back home after a night out.

''What did she want?'' she asked roughly, as she moved to let them in out of the rain.

''Sorcha, we have news to tell you,'' Oisín said calmly.

''Oh tell me you're not marrying her. She's way too young for you.''

''No it's not that. Sorcha it's best if you sat down.'' Sorcha reluctantly stepped out of the hallway and walked down int before entering a door on her left. Oisín beckoned for Emily to follow him and Emily down the hall.

Behind the door was a small, cosy sitting room, which was well lit and had a nice fire in the centre of the room. There was pictures of Oisín and Sorcha, and a few with her son Daithí on the walls, but none of his wife or her half-brother. Clearly each other was all they had.

Sorcha sat cross-legged on an armchair and waited for them to start talking. Oisín sat down on the old, but comfortable couch across from her and Emily joined him. ''Well?'' Sorcha asked.

''Sorcha, remember I told you about Saoirse O' Connor, the friend of mine who died about forty years ago?'' Oisín began.

''Yeah, what has she got to do with anything?''

''Saoirse was more than a friend. She got pregnant, but died while giving birth to the child. I ran away a few months before that because I couldn't face the idea of being a father at such a young age. Saoirse had no family that the child could go to, so the family she worked for took her. Emily here is that child.''

For a moment Sorcha was emotionless, but then anger flared behind her green eyes. ''What? She's your daughter? Her?''

''Sorcha, please if you'd just let me explain-''

''Explain what? Forty years ago you knocked up some girl who died during childbirth, and now all of a sudden the bastard child turns up? She's probably after your pension Dad!''

''I'm not,'' Emily tried to protest but she was cut off by a ranting Sorcha.

''I don't want to hear anything from you! I was suspicious of you, and I was right to be! You're not getting a penny of his money you gold-digging tramp!''

''Sorcha!'' Oisín scolded but the blonde was just getting started.

''And you! You're too stupid to realise that she's only after your money! She doesn't care about you! Just because you couldn't keep it in your pants when you were younger means you could lose everything!''

''Sorcha be quiet. She isn't like that.''

''Cá bhfios diut? Bhuel?'' ''How do you know? Well?''

''Sorcha, calma síos.'' ''Sorcha, calm down.''

''Ní bheidh mé calma síos! Casann sí suas as an gorm agus tá súil agat dom a bheith calma faoi?'' ''I won't calm down! She turns up out of the blue and you expect me to be calm about it?''

Hearing the two of them argue in Irish was very uncomfortable for Emily, especially as she had no idea what they were saying. Languages were her thing, but Irish was one she couldn't include in her CV. It wasn't spoken outside of Ireland so there was no need to ever learn it.

''No, níl a fhios agam, ach tá súil agam duit a bheidh sibhialta di ar a laghad! Tá sí ag déanamh aon rud mícheart!'' ''No, I don't, but I expect you to at least be civil to her! She hasn't done anything wrong!''

''Go dtí seo! Díreach tar éis fan, beidh sí scriú tú do gach rud a bhfuil tú!'' ''So far! Just you wait, she will screw you for everything you have!''

''Sorcha stop sé nó beidh mé caith tú as an teach.'' ''Sorcha stop it or I will throw you out of the house.''

''Tá tú ag roghnú í os mo.'' You're choosing her over me.''

''Níl mé, tú a bheith díreach neamhréasúnach. ''I'm not, you're just being irrational.''

''Nil mé sásta leis seo. Ní bheidh mé fáilte roimh a isteach sa teaghlach. Tá sí ach digger óir,'' Sorcha said before glaring at Emily and storming out of the room. ''I'm not happy with this. I will never welcome into the family. She's nothing but a gold digger.''

''I'm sorry you had to hear that Emily. She's just shocked that's all,'' Oisín said as he turned back to Emily.

''It's ok, I had no idea what you were saying anyway. But from the sounds of it, none of it was good.''

''It wasn't really, and arguing in Irish was probably better. You didn't want to hear some of the things she said.''

''I'm sure I don't.''

''She will come around. She just doesn't like change, and after everything that happened before Daithí she thinks everyone is out to get her.''

''What happened before Daithí?''

''Damn, I shouldn't have said anything.''

''Why?''

''Well she doesn't like people knowing.''

''Knowing what?''

''She is probably going to kill me but you're part of the family and have a right to know. You may have noticed that there's no pictures of Daithí's father around.''

''I did, but I didn't really make anything of it. I thought they were separated.''

''She was raped Emily. The man who raped her is the father. It hit her hard, and she contemplated suicide after it. But then she found out she was pregnant, and I just about managed to persuade her to keep the child. Daithí is the only thing that keeps her going. If she never had him I'm sure I'd have lost her.''

''Oh, I didn't know, I shouldn't have-''

''It's ok Emily. Most people know that she was raped.''

''Did they ever catch who did it?''

''No they didn't. In her statement she said he had a mask on so she didn't know who it was or could she give a description of what he looked like.''

''No wonder she's so tense, anyone would be after that. And knowing he's still out there...''

''That's why I try my best to protect her. We're close and she's obviously wary of anyone that comes in. That's why she's like that around you.''

''I understand.''

''Add that to the fact that she doesn't get on with her mother or her new husband, or that we haven't heard from her brother in years, means that she's a troubled girl.''

''I'm sorry.''

''It's alright Emily, I just try my best to protect her. She's vulnerable and although she's too stubborn to admit it, she needs help.''

Just so you know, I had them arguing in Irish because they didn't want Emily to hear, ok?