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When we finally pulled up to the house my hands were shaking, and my nauseas feeling hadn't passed either. If anything it had increased. And when the cab stopped I immediately felt idiotic for allowing Murphy to tag along. Because if Camille had told Connor everything - and I mean everything, then there was going to be a lot of shouting. Me at Camille, and Connor at me. So when I thought about Murphy coming in too, I knew he'd most likely shout too. And if that wasn't bad enough, we still had to discuss what happened back in the bar. Not that he would, but if Connor found out about that too, I'd be in even deeper shit - Murphy too probably. But if things weren't bad enough, there was still a small part of my brain telling me that there was a chance my older-sister hadn't told Connor anything, that she was drunk and in a strange mood tonight. But I knew I wasn't that lucky. I knew the universe wasn't that good to me.
"Fuck lass, is dat yer 'ouse?!" Murphy exclaimed in astonishment, staring at my house through his window.
"Yes. Look, I don't have any money." I sighed, turning to the driver.
The man turned in his seat, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You're kidding me right?"
"No, sorry."
"Well then why the fuck did you get in?!"
"It was just a quick thinking, look I'm really sorry. If you wait here then I'll grab some money from my house."
"I've heard that before." He scoffed.
"Look," Murphy butted in, leaning forward slightly. "I'll pay for ye Grace, jus' get in dat 'ouse.
"Are you sure?" I sighed, wringing my hands.
"O' course, jus' do what ye got ta do." He reassured, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I smiled gratefully and nodded before climbing out of the cab, rushing towards my house. I wasn't sure if Murphy was going to stay in the cab, or if he was going to follow me in, but I didn't really care. All that was running through my mind was the thought that I had to get into the house, and talk to Connor - or Camille I suppose. Wasting no time I tugged down on the door handle, practically stumbling into the house in my haste.
"Camille?" I panted, a result of my nervousness and slight run towards the house.
"In here Gracie!" Her laughing voice replied.
I took a deep breath and convinced myself to move, heading towards the source - the living room. I found Camille slouched down on the arm-chair, giggling to herself with a bottle of god-knows what in her right hand. She'd obviously been drinking - a lot, so maybe she was just playing a small prank on me tonight. Maybe Connor wasn't in the house, maybe he didn't know. There were so many 'maybe's' flying around my head I was just about ready to hyperventilate.
"Gracie's home," Camille sang. "Where have you been little sister?!"
"Just out." I shrugged, crossing my arms so that I could hide my shaky hands from view. "Is Connor here?"
Adding to my further nauseas feeling and worry, she nodded. "Uh-huh, in there." She pointed towards the kitchen.
Leaving my drunk-ass-hell sister in the living room, I made my way towards the kitchen, feeling worse with each step I took. Connor was in the kitchen. His black pea-coat on one of the stools confirmed it. The man himself however, was leaning against the one of the counters, sleeves rolled up the elbows as he inhaled deeply on a cigarette. I wasn't sure if she'd told him anything yet, but judging by the expression on his face, I could tell he had a small suspicion of something.
"Uh...hi." I mumbled, chewing my bottom lip nervously.
His head snapped up but he remained in his position. "Hi stranger."
"I guess we have some stuff to talk about, huh?"
"Aye."
I nodded - more to myself - and moved forward, pulling myself up onto one of the stools. "So, I guess you recognize my sister."
He tilted his head slightly, a look of slight confusion on his face. "Eh?"
"You recognized Camille, right? So, now you know we're sisters." I clarified.
"I knew ye were sisters from the beginnin' lass." He admitted.
My eyes widened slightly, not sure if it was from disbelief or surprise. "Come again?"
"I knew ye were sisters. C'mon Gracie, 'm not dat oblivious. Ye necklaces tol' me everythin'."
"Wait, you know you fucked my sister, right?"
"O' course, I wasn' dat drunk." He shrugged.
"So, you knew from the start that Camille was my sister. Why didn't you say anything about it?" I questioned, feeling more confused than ever.
Connor shrugged again. "Maybe 'cause I didn' care dat much. I mean, I liked ye Gracie. I wasn' gonna mess it up by tellin' ye I fucked ye sister now was I?"
I smiled slightly, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth - again. "So, you actually liked me more than my sister?"
"Aye. But we got a bit more ta talk about don' ye think? Like dis 'plan' o' yers."
"What did she tell you about that?" I asked, feeling a little sick again.
"Not much, jus' dat it was 'cause I slept wit 'er. She didn' tell me anythin' more. Tol' me ye'd tell me the rest."
When Camille was sober, she was definitely getting an earful from me. At least if she'd told him everything I could have just talked about it. But no, she'd made it so that I had to tell him why we'd met in the first place.
"It's a long story." I muttered, shaking my head slightly.
He blew the remainder of smoke through his mouth, dabbing the cigarette out on the kitchen counter before walking towards me and occupying a nearby stool. "I got time, Gracie."
"Yeah, but Murphy doesn't."
"What?"
"I got a cab here, Murphy tagged along when I told him you were here." I clarified, shrugging my shoulders.
He nodded in realisation, resting his forearms on the counter. "Aye, he knew I was comin' 'ere."
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "He knew? He didn't tell me you were here."
"Dat's 'cause I told him not ta. I was comin' 'ere ta patch things up wit ye sister, clear the air as it were."
"Why?"
"Couldn' keep seein' ye knowin' she was ye sister, knew she'd tell ye 'bout me at some point or another. Didn' wan' ye ta think o' me bad is all."
"Little late for that." I muttered.
"What d'ye mean?" He asked.
"I'll explain later. But your brother is outside in the cab, maybe we should bring him in or something." I suggested.
"No need."
Both Connor and I looked to see Murphy walk into the kitchen, shrugging off his own pea-coat.
"Did Camille let you in?" I asked, wondering where my older-sister was.
"Aye, she's a little pissed Grace." He chuckled, sitting next to his brother.
I nodded, feeling a little ganged-up on with both brothers being here. Especially with them both facing me, waiting patiently for whatever it was I had to say. It was a little overwhelming to say the least.
"Now dat Murph's 'ere, tell me what dis plan was about." Connor pushed.
"Okay, but you have to promise not to flip-out after it, okay? I mean, I didn't know you then, all I knew was what Camille told me." I begged.
"A'right."
"And you can't either." I turned my attention to Murphy, who nodded.
"Fine."
"Okay," I sighed, taking a long deep breath before carrying on. "After Connor fucked Camille, she was pretty beat up about it, wouldn't stop crying. But she gets upset, then she gets angry, which is how the plan was brought up. But here's the thing, you boys switched names, so when Camille slept with Connor she told me it was Murphy. Anyway, the day I met you guys was all planned out, she knew you would be there so she sent me in."
"Was the attack planned too?" Murphy asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah. I didn't know about that, though. My fear was real, so was the bruise on my arm. But it worked, it made you guys talk to me. The plan was to meet you boys, then try to get in with you. Camille wanted me to screw Murphy over, try and keep him from sleeping with any other girls as punishment or something." I shrugged.
"But I didn' fuckin' do anythin'!" The dark-haired twin exclaimed in annoyance.
"I know, I know." I rushed, running a nervous hand through my hair. "But you guys switched names, so you told me your real names but switched with Camille. So when she told me it was Murphy she slept with, I obviously thought it was Murphy. Anyway, that's not the worst part of the plan."
"What is the wors' part?" Connor questioned, his eyes narrowed.
"To get closer to you guys, Camille decided it would be easier if I was dating Connor." I revealed, feeling like a complete bitch as both boys' eyes widened.
"So, ye didn' really like me? Ye were jus' doin' et for ye sister?"
"I'm getting there!" I silently exclaimed, feeling more guilty at his angry tone. "Running into you guys at McGinty's was planned too, I had to figure out a way to get closer to Connor. So while Murphy was tied up with the red-head, and you were alone, I saw my chance. The drinking wasn't planned though, I'd never drank in my life and it really was my first time. Anyway, when you invited me back the next day, I wasn't going to turn up. I felt sick and I actually felt bad for doing it to you, but then Camille convinced me to do it, told me to think of you guys as another 'Dylan'. So I did and I came back."
"Fuckin' 'ell." Murphy muttered, shaking his head as he inhaled on the cigarette.
"Just let me get this all out, please?" I pleaded. I may have been a bitch to the twins, but they didn't have to make this any harder.
"Fine."
"Thanks. So, on Monday I realised that I couldn't go through with it. Mainly it was because I knew you guys would find out eventually, I mean you aren't that oblivious. Anyway I told Camille I wanted out and she threw a fit, didn't speak to me for at least two days. And I was so determined to get my life back to normal after that, I wasn't planning on seeing you guys again - ever. But then you turned up to my work," I nodded to Connor. "And asked me out. Believe what you want but I did like you, I didn't say yes for my sister, I said yes for me." I paused, taking another deep breath as I rubbed my forehead.
"Grace!" Camille called from the living room.
"What?!" I shouted back, annoyed at her interruption.
"Did you tell them yet?!"
"Jus' ignore 'er Grace." Connor instructed. "Get et all out."
"Yeah. Um...so, Camille has this friend down at the strip-club and she's sleeping with this cop. So when I went out on that date with you, she had her friend's cop follow me. When I got home Camille threatened to tell you everything about me, what I'd been doing, the plan, everything, if I didn't carry on with the plan. And after the date, I knew I couldn't let it happen. I mean, I didn't think I would but I actually enjoyed spending time with you, and I didn't wanna stop. Everything I told you was true though, me wanting to travel, to get away from my family. Now you boys can see why." I sighed, gesturing the living room where Camille was.
"I didn't realise it was actually Connor Camille slept with until I got home from your apartment. I told her that Murphy let girls know it would be a one-night-stand and she flipped out, shouted something about me trusting you guys more than her. Anyway, she let out a small detail about Murphy being blonde and I put the pieces together. Especially after our little 'talk'." Murphy nodded as I directed the last part at him, while Connor looked completely confused.
"What talk?"
"Don' worry 'bout it," Murphy reassured his brother. "Carry on lass."
"Then, the plan changed." I took a shaky breath, knowing this part would probably tick Connor off the most. "Instead of screwing Murphy over - since we realised he didn't do anything, Camille decided something else. The plan was to make you fall in love with me, then knock you on your ass when you finally admitted in. And I actually agreed to it, I'm just so used to guys being jack-asses, sleeping with girls and then leaving. So when I found out it was you that slept with my sister, I believed you would've done it to me too, eventually. So I went along with the plan again..."
"Fuck dis." Connor muttered, rising from his chair.
"C'mon brother, jus' hear her out." Murphy protested.
"Nah, I mean...fuck!"
"Connor, just listen." I pleaded.
He chuckled humourlessly, shaking his head as he sat back down. "I think I've listened ta enough, don' ye think Gracie?"
I sighed, chewing my bottom lip - again. "Just let me finish, I'm nearly done and when I'm finished you can go. You won't ever have to see me again, just please listen."
After a moments hesitation - and a few shared glances between him and his brother, he nodded. "A'right Grace."
"Thank you. After the night you stayed here, you left your sweater. Camille 'cleaned' through my room and just so happened to find it, even though I'd stashed it in the back of my closet. So when I got home, we had a fight and it ended with her letting me out of the plan. She asked me if I like you and I told her I did, she asked if you liked me and I told her I thought you did. So, she let me out of the plan. For good this time."
"Is dat why ye were so happy tonight?" Murphy asked in slight realisation.
"Yup," I confirmed. "But when she called McGinty's and told me you were here it scared me to death. I thought if you recognized her you'd know something was up. Guess I didn't have much to worry about in that department."
"So, dat's it?" Connor asked, noticing that I wasn't carrying on.
"That's it." I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.
"No it's not."
All heads turned towards the kitchen doorway where Camille stood, the now-empty alcohol bottle still in hand. And instead of giddy, she just looked pissed - and slightly scary.
"Dere's more?" Murphy asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Yeah. Why don't you tell the boys the rest Grace?" She suggested, glaring my way.
"What does it matter?" I sighed, a slight plead to my tone.
"Jus' tell us Grace, it can' be dat bad." Connor shrugged, a little less pissed than he was a moment ago. However, I knew it would soon change.
"Okay. The reason you boys don't see me Monday to Friday is because I'm at school." I admitted, wringing my hands once again.
"Please tell us ye mean college lass."
"Nope." Camille smirked, crossing her arms. "Little-sister here is a minor."
"Aye, I knew dat already. But I assumed she was nineteen at the younges'." Connor sighed, rubbing at his forehead stressfully.
"I'm not nineteen...yet."
Murphy groaned, tilting his head slightly. "How old are ye lass?"
I sighed and paused for a moment before replying. "I'm seventeen."
"Fuck me sideways." Connor mumbled, moving from the stool and pacing the kitchen.
"I know I should've told you, but I wasn't exactly planning on letting things get that far."
"Ye mean ye weren' plannin' on fuckin' me." He stated, his eyes narrowed in either anger or annoyance.
"No, not at first. Then I got out of the plan and I actually considered it." I admitted.
"Tell us somethin' Gracie," Murphy interjected. "When do ye finish school?"
"In two months. The finals are in May and Graduation in June. So, there really wasn't any point in telling you boys about my age unless I was going to fuck one of you - which I wasn't. I turn eighteen in July." I explained, shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, what do ye think brother?" Murphy asked, looking at Connor who'd finally stopped his pacing.
"I think," Connor paused, taking a deep-breath. "I think I need a drink."
"Ye wanna go ta McGinty's?"
"Aye."
Both men grabbed their pea-coats, pulling them on. Camille remained in her position against the doorway, smiling smugly. And me? I stayed put, feeling a little exhausted from the explaining.
"I guess we'll see ye aroun' or somethin'." Murphy told me, shoving his hands into the coat pockets.
"Nah Murphy, we won'. She got no reason ta stick aroun' us." Connor told him.
"I'm sorry, okay?!" I exclaimed, feeling a little frustrated. "I didn't even mean for it to get this far."
"Well et did lass, 'm pretty impressed though. Not many people could pull dis off, stringin' a guy along an' gettin' ye homework in on time."
"It wasn't like that." I insisted, rising from the stool.
He rolled his eyes. "Oh please, dat's how it sounds when ye put it all together."
I shook my head. "No, it wasn't like that. Stringing a guy along would mean that I didn't even like said guy to begin with. I actually liked you. It wasn't a game, I mean at first I wasn't that interested. You have no idea how stressful this whole thing was, for me as much as anyone. You guys think I liked doing it to you? You think I enjoyed doing this? Because I didn't. It was a fucking nightmare and I tried to get out of it without hurting anyone, and I probably could have if my sister wasn't a fucking bitch. I mean, yes it was a pretty bad thing to try and do but you had to have seen something like this coming. You guys break hearts nearly every day, and you're actually pissed at me? You guys are fucking hilarious."
"Are ye tryin' ta make what ye done right, lass? 'Cause if ye are den it ain't workin'. An' if ye think yer the good girl in all o' dis den yer no different den yer sister." Connor shrugged.
"Just get out." I sighed, shaking my head at him.
"I was plannin' on et. An' I wan' me fuckin' sweater back!" He exclaimed as both he and Murphy headed towards the door.
"Fine! I was gonna burn it anyway!"
The door slammed shut and I sighed, resting my head on the cold counter. It was all done, everything had been said, and now Camille had no hold over me. Connor and Murphy could carry on banging their way through life, and I could finally concentrate on my school work. But why did I still feel so bad?.
"That could've been messy." Camille giggled, occupying Connor's vacated seat.
"Shut the fuck up." I snapped before heading towards my bedroom.
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