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Chapter 8: It's over
The moment she got out of the bathroom she froze. The tv was on and both Murphy and Connor were glaring at it. While drying her hair with a towel she turned to the tv to see what had them glaring like that. Her stomach clenched at the sight of the news. Pavlov was talking to some journalist who asked him if he had any comment left about his company. He nodded and smiled, trying to look sympathetic and doing such a good job it was scary. 'I want everyone to know I will always back my employees. They were a part of my life and I am sorry to part with them.' She rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw. That guy was full of shit and she wanted to bash the tv in just to get him out of her sight, she didn't however. Instead she turned to the kitchen and saw that there still were dishes to be done. She went to the sink and started doing them, trying to keep her calm. She could feel the boys' eyes on her back, but didn't turn around. 'Lass, ye ok?' Connor asked her. She nodded and smiled at him over her shoulder. They had moved closer to her, probably because they were worried about her. 'Yeah, I just can't believe that he's still alive.' She noticed the glance between them and suddenly remembered something. 'Anyway, where were you guys this morning?'
They grinned suddenly, knowing they could mess with her now. 'Out.' Murphy said and while jumping onto the counter on her right. Connor took place on her other side leaning against the counter. She glared at Murphy and turned to Connor. 'Are you gonna tell me?' He grinned as well and shook his head. 'Murph told ye already didn't he?' She rolled her eyes, 'Aye.' She muttered which made them laugh.
She was holding a cup where she'd had coffee in the other night and grinned. She filled it with water and then turned to Murphy who was having a silent conversation with his twin and so didn't notice her. She emptied the cup over his head and then just went on with the rest of the dishes, like nothing had happened. 'What the fuck?' He said jumping from the counter, all wet. Connor was laughing his head off but after Alison emptied the same cup over his head, he stopped. Murphy was laughing now and Connor jumped him. They landed on the floor and started fighting. She had to smile at the fact that they were fighting with each other, even though she had been the one to empty the cups over their heads in the first place. She filled the cup again and walked up to the fighting twins. She emptied it over their heads and they stopped fighting immediately. They turned towards her and stared. 'Why the fuck did ye just do that?' She smiled at them innocently, 'Because.' She said and went back to the sink.
She was expecting them to try and get her back for this, there was no way they would let this slide. The way they got back at her surprised her though. They situated themselves at both her sides and Murphy grabbed her right arm, moving her in such a way he could get a hold of her left arm as well. He was holding her firmly now and she couldn't move. Of course she could've tried and break free using her feet, but she didn't want to hurt him. And too be honest, she did not want to move. She liked the proximity. When Connor took a large pot and filled it with water from the tap, ice cold water to be precise, her eyes widened and she tried to turn her arms in such a way that Murphy would have to let her go, but it didn't work. Connor lifted the pot over her head and she braced for the ice cold water that would be coming. She heard the water hit the floor, but, with exception to some small drops of water, it didn't even touch her. She dared to open her eyes, wondering what had happened. Then she saw Da standing over an even wetter looking Connor than before. 'There will be no bullying of the lass when I'm around.' He said sternly. 'B.. ' Connor stuttered. 'S..she!' Murphy went on. It sounded so childish, just like two teenagers and Alison couldn't help herself and started giggling. Da however wasn't fazed by their protests. 'No buts' He said just as sternly as before. Now she was laughing freely. The boys glanced at her with pouts, which only made her laugh louder. Murphy had let go of her hands in the process of Connor getting soaked and so she was free again. 'Now go clean yerselves up. I don't want ye boys to get everything wet around here.' Da told them, pointing at their bedroom door. The boys went to their rooms with mock reluctance, again just like two teenage boys who had been scolded by their father. When she looked up at Da and thanked him he winked with a grin on his face. 'Ye do know ye can still expect something back right?' He asked. She nodded and narrowed her eyes at the thought. 'I'll be careful.' She said which made him snicker softly.
While the boys were cleaning themselves up Alison was mopping up the floor. It had gotten wet enough by what she had done, but after the pot that Da had emptied there wasn't a dry spot left. She didn't mind the cleaning, she just hated the thoughts that came up while she was cleaning. She had completely forgotten about the decision she had made before and right now it came back to haunt her. She had to talk to them, and soon. She was afraid that if she didn't tell them today, she would never tell them and that made her feel sick with guilt.
When she was done cleaning the kitchen they had breakfast. Murphy was shirtless and she couldn't stop peeking at him, feeling like some teenage girl herself. When they were done with breakfast she sighed and sat down on the bed. 'What's up love?' Murphy asked her taking place next to her, still shirtless. If she hadn't been on the verge of telling them she might've enjoyed that, but right now she wished he would get dressed already. He didn't move however and Connor sat down on her other side, his worried expression an exact match to his brother's. She tried to smile but couldn't anymore. It was as if all her energy had been drained at the thought of them hating her if she told them anything.
'If ye're still wondering what we did this morning, we can tell ye.' Connor said, trying to make her smile again. 'Aye.' Murphy took place in front of her. 'We promised to tell ye everything, so if ye want to know.'
She became a coward now, the only thing she wanted to do was stall, and so she did. 'What did you do?' She asked them, her voice sounding normal, not at all like she was feeling. Murphy and Connor glanced at each other and grinned. 'Ye want the honors of telling her?' He asked Connor. She turned towards Connor and Murphy jumped onto the bed laying himself down next to her. He was on his back, facing her back.
Connor was grinning widely, 'Well, remember those boys from yesterday?' She laughed at the question, it sounded fake in her ears, 'Of course, how can I forget.'
It was as if Connor had been pulled into the story. He seemed to love to tell her what they had done. While Connor was telling her Murphy took strands of her hair, playing with them. She felt safe that moment, both of them near her. She focused on the story Connor was telling her, knowing it might be the last.
They had gone back to the alley after they had put her in bed yesterday evening. The men were still there, which they thought was really convenient because otherwise they would've had to look all over town to see if they could find them. When the men saw the twins they scrambled backwards. They had recognized them as the saints and were scared as hell.
Murphy chuckled when Connor reached the part where they had threatened the already scared men. They had threatened to kill the men if they ever got close to another woman ever again. The men almost peed their pants when they pulled out their guns and asked them if they understood.
She smiled at that, but only half. 'What's wrong Alison?' Connor asked. 'I thought the story would cheer ye up.' He sounded regretful that it hadn't done that and she felt a pang of guilt. Murphy stopped playing with her hair and she could picture the frown he would have on his face now. It was time to tell them.
'I've gotta talk to you guys for a minute.'
Murphy sat up straight, taking place next to his brother. They both kept quiet, waiting for her to continue. She took a deep breath and looked the boys in the eyes.
'There are certain things you don't know about me, and well they are important. I can't keep these things from you after you guys promised me you would tell me everything from now on.' It felt like her stomach was being tied into knots, 'I just don't know if you want me around anymore after that.' The boys frowned and started to protest but she stopped them with her finger. 'Let me explain first.' She couldn't stall any longer.
She had never felt this nervous before, it took her some time to start, trying to find the best way. Not that the way she brought it would matter, but she could always hope right?
'Ever since my sister's death I've done things that weren't really good.' She was staring at her feet, afraid of seeing the boys' immediate reactions to her story. 'To find her murderers I joined the Russian mob for some time.' She couldn't hear a thing coming from the boys, which wasn't what she had expected. At least she'd thought they would gasp at that, but she was too afraid to look up and check.
'Because I was young, and a girl, they first had to laugh at my request. When I showed them how capable I was however, they allowed me to join. I would be able to do the jobs all the scary looking guys couldn't.' She laughed humorlessly at that. 'Before I entered I had been too naïve I guess. I believed I would be able to keep a position up for some time, find out who killed my sister and then leave with that knowledge. It turned out to be harder than I had thought however, to find out who killed my sister, and to stay with them. They gave me jobs, things I had to do to keep my position inside the organization. Jobs like..'
She took another deep breath, her heart racing in her chest. 'Killing people, collecting money and kidnapping kids.' She had to swallow some bile away as a memory of a screaming kid came to mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a tear make it's way down her cheek.
'I know it was stupid of me to stay. I mean after my sister getting kidnapped, I don't even understand how I could do the same, but I did. Because at the time I had nothing else to live for than find my sister's killer. And I know that is no excuse, but at the time it sure felt like it.'
She opened her eyes again and the tears were running freely now. 'The worst thing of all is that it didn't help one bit.' She was getting frustrated and angry now, at herself mostly. 'I fucking hurt families, hurt kids and I didn't learn a thing about my sister's killer.'
Finally she looked up at the boys, who were staring at her, expressionless. 'I'm sorry guys. I should've told you so before, I just…' she looked away, not sure how to finish that sentence.
The movement was subtle, but noticeable enough. Murphy was off the bed and on his way out, slamming the door behind him. Connor stood up and followed his brother calmly, not turning around to her or saying anything. The moment the door closed behind him she just lost it. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet until her stomach was empty. When she was finished she leaned back against the cold tiles of the bathroom, sobbing heavily. The tears wouldn't stop spilling from her eyes and her breathing was short and heavy.
It felt like someone had crushed her chest by dropping an anvil on it. She couldn't think properly, the only thing in her mind were the way the boys had left her. She had been right, they were not going to forgive her. Of course they weren't, why would they? She was just as bad as Pavlov was, so she didn't have a right to be forgiven. She couldn't even forgive herself. Of course she had known that the boys would probably never want to see her again, but she never thought that anything could hurt more than that knowledge, except maybe reality. Right now it weren't just her thoughts anymore, they really had left.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she had run out of tears and couldn't cry anymore. She felt exhausted, but instead of closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep she got up and went to the boys' bedroom. She was hoping they weren't back yet and that she could leave without them noticing. That would be for the best.
She knew she wouldn't be able to look them in the eye without her heart being crushed even more, so seeing them wasn't a good plan. She grabbed her coat from the chair it had been hanging over and put it on. One last glance at the apartment she had lived in for only two weeks but already had called home, and then she left.
She left behind everything. Her stuff, the memories she had made here, Da and most importantly, she left behind the boys. That last thought made her heart ache. She pulled her coat closer when she left the building and started walking in the direction of her apartment.
While walking she thought about the boys the entire time. She had been stupid, really stupid to start caring for them. Her whole life had been a lesson for her not to trust, not to care, so she couldn't get hurt. The pain she was feeling now however, was her final lesson. Never again would she make the same mistake, that was for sure. Murphy was most prevalent in her thoughts, she had to laugh at herself for her stupidity to only notice her feelings now. She shook her head and tried to get them out of her mind, but to no avail.
It took her longer than she had anticipated to get to her apartment. It was already evening and past dinner time. She wasn't hungry however and walked straight towards her bed when she got back to her former apartment. She was feeling exhausted, both mentally and physically. The moment her head hit the pillow she wanted to cry. She didn't however.
She had done enough of that. It wouldn't solve anything, nothing would. The only thing she could do now was get the hell out of here in the morning and never come back to Boston. That resolve made her feel a bit better and she closed her eyes.
She still had all of her clothes on, she hadn't exactly been in the mood to take them off, so when she woke up in the middle of the night it was a bit disorienting. It took her about half a second to remember what had happened, and another half a second to realize why she had woken up. She reached for her gun in an automatic gesture, only to find her hip empty. Shit, she left her gun behind. It was dark in her room, but she could see the outlines of her furniture because of the light the moon provided.
She tried to get off the bed but a sound coming from the living room made her stop. 'Fuck, don't make so much noise! Are you crazy, she'll hear us!' The voice had an unmistakable Russian accent and it sounded close to her bedroom. She got off the bed as fast as she could without making too much noise. She looked around to find something to use as a weapon, the vase on her dresser would do. She grabbed the neck and held it above her head while taking place behind the door. She heard the cocking of the gun but it didn't scare her, of course they had guns they were the mob. The moment the door opened and she could see the outline of a man in the moonlight she brought the vase down as hard as she could. She could hear it break and heard the man curse loudly.
She had hoped it would've incapacitated him, which didn't happen. Plan B, she thought and kicked the man in his stomach. He fell to his knees and she kicked him again, against his head this time. The man cursed loudly and scrambled to his feet and pointed his gun towards her. After a loud bang she felt a sharp pain in her right upper leg and cursed softly. Great, another bullet wound. It hurt too much to lean on and she fell to her knees. The wound was bleeding, she couldn't see but felt her jeans become drenched with blood. A sound behind her reminded her that there had been two guys, but it was too late to defend herself and when she felt a blunt object hit the back of her head she knew it was over. Everything went black.
'Murph, ye alright?' Connor asked the moment he was up on the roof. Murphy shook his head, he was leaning on the railing looking out over the city of Boston. Connor took place beside him, accepting the cigarette Murphy offered him.
Together they looked at the high buildings in the city that they could see from here. The rooftop of their apartment building had always been a place where they could think, calm down and just talk. It had a perfect view of the city from one side, buildings from the other two and the last side faced the street.
'I can't fucking believe this.' Murphy said. Connor could hear the restraint in his voice, he was doing his best not to hit something himself, which meant that Murphy had to try not to ten fold. Connor had always been the calmer one of the two, Murphy mostly just lost his temper whenever he wanted to which resulted in a lot of bar fights. Connor shook his head, 'Me neither.' He said with a sigh.
Alison had told them everything about three minutes ago. About how she had been in the Russian mob and what she had done there. After her story Murphy went to the roof and Connor followed him. He wanted to calm his brother down so they could go back and talk to Alison. It would take longer than a few minutes he noticed now that he was up here with Murphy.
'I mean. What the fuck!?' Murphy was frustrated and put his head in his hands. 'I knew Pavlov did some crazy shit to her, including the kidnapping and killing of her sister. But that he actually made her join the fucking Russian mob, that's just fucking nuts.' Connor knew better than to answer right now. Murphy had to get it all out of his system, so it was best to let him talk. He knew however exactly how Murphy was feeling. Pavlov might not have consciously ordered Alison to join, but because of his actions she did and that was enough to blame him for everything.
Murphy suddenly slammed his fists against the railing. They were lucky the building owner had renovated the railing on the roof, otherwise it would've fallen down in an instant. Murphy turned around and slid down against the ground. He lit another cigarette and rested his elbows on his knees. 'Fuck Connor. Ye know what they do to girls there.' Connor nodded while sliding down next to Murphy. 'We knew she was hurt Murph. Just not how much.' Connor said. Murphy nodded and rested the back of his head against the railing. 'I've never wanted scum dead more than I want him dead.' He said. This made Connor chuckle softly, 'Aye. But the reason is clear I think.' Murphy looked at him questioningly with raised eyebrows. This made Connor laugh even louder, 'Murph.' He said and slapped his brothers knee, 'Ye like her.' Murphy's eyebrows raised even higher, but eventually a smile played on his lips. 'Ye think so?'
The boys never had much experience with 'liking' girls. Of course they liked the occasional lass to hang around with, but never the 'love' kind of liking. However Murphy didn't mind it at all. He had noticed how she always was able to captivate him whenever she was near. How he loved to touch her or look into her bright blue eyes. 'I know so brother.' Connor said. This made Murphy smile even wider. His burst of anger was over, though he still felt an intense hatred towards Pavlov.
After a few more minutes Connor stood up. 'We'd better get back inside. Alison must be waiting for us.' Murphy grinned while his brother helped him up. They almost jumped down the stairs and ended up in front of their apartment door. Connor opened it, 'We're back!' Murphy followed him, 'Aye, and we're hungry!' The first thing they noticed was that their Da was sitting in his chair watching some TV. The second thing they noticed was Da's smile at them turning into a frown.
'What's wrong?' Connor asked, but he felt he already knew. Murphy sped around, looking in every room not seeing any sign of her. He felt his stomach tighten, where the fuck was she? 'Isn't Alison with ye lads?' Connor and Murphy exchanged looks and that made Murphy feel sick. He sat down on the bed with his head in his hands again, it seemed like this girl was good at making him feel frustrated. He replayed the events from before, trying to figure out if she might've just gone out to get something, though he knew the answer already. 'Connor?' He asked, without looking up. 'Did ye say anything to her when ye left?' His accent was heavy. Connor didn't answer and when Murphy looked him in the eye he knew it had all gone wrong. 'Fuck!'
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