pearl ⇢ c. murphy

three.

t/w: talks of her mom's death, accusations, affairs and anxiety attacks. oh, and fighting so my bad. 

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pearl  had been at the murphy house outside of dublin for about 3 days, before she headed on a pre planned trip to london to meet with tim who was quite honestly her brother, and not just a best friend. after they spent the next 5 days walking around london, keeping their profiles hidden- she flew back to dublin. against her will. cillian had told her to come home afterward, her teeth seething at the word 'home'. yes, she was incredibly grateful for his family and how they opened up their arms. yet, she was understandably upset and angry that her life had come to this point. she would of rather been in california, continuing with school, her friends and other things then be in ireland. fucking ireland, she thought. there was a clear reason why her mother didn't move back there after her father passed, but it was one that was never told to her. she sighed walking through the front door, around 6 pm. a few hours after she was meant to come home. the family of four was eating at the dinner table when they heard the door open and close. then footsteps hurriedly hit the stairs, avoiding the family. cillian knew he should have picked her up from the airport but pearl's grandmother has begged him to. and he let her, that was her family. cillian looked at his wife helplessly, before he got up. he walked up the wooden stairs, to the third floor - the attic - and knocked on her door. she ignored it, turning on the shower and he sighed. he walked back downstairs, and asked his wife to go up there in 10 minutes or so. she nodded, prepping a plate for the young girl, and headed up. she knocked on the door, and the girl continued to ignore her. 

"sweetie...it's me." yvonne said softly, and pearl's heart ached at the feminine voice. she felt the tears flood her brown eyes, sighing, and walking towards the door. yvonne had soft eyes, as she opened it. pearl never met her eye, as she turned around quickly. she sat on the bed, and yvonne shut the door behind her, placing the food on the bedside table. she sat across from pearl, pulling a hand in her's. pearl's lower lip quivered, as she tried hard not to cry. she thought she was out of tears as she cried on most of her trip in london. "hey." yvonne said softly before pulling the crying girl in her arms. she sobbed into her godmother's arms. it felt like an hour before pearls sobbing stopped. she moved out of pearls arms, wiping her tears. yvonne smoothed down her wet, short hair. "now there." yvonne said as pearl looked at her in the eye. "I'm so-sorry for not coming home sooner. i wanted to speak to my grandma-" and she paused crying a bit more. "what? what happened?" yvonne asked softly. pearl shook her head, "i cant-" she paused continuing to cry. "pearl, please tell me." and she did. she went on to explain how rude her grandmother was to her, how she was upset that her mom never moved back home after heath's death. that everything could have been avoided if she'd been home with her family. and that a big reason why she stayed in california was because of pearl's budding career, or else she would have left it all behind. all of it. yvonne's heart broke and at the same time, her blood began to boil. to blame a 16 year old for her mother's death was the very last thing that should of been thought of, let alone voiced. "you are not the reason why, i assure you. you have done nothing wrong. your mother loved you very much, enough to let you seek your dreams despite any previous feelings. she adored you and the work that you've done. she would have done anything to make you happy. ok?" yvonne's thick accent ringing in pearls ears. she nodded, "i- i don't think i can see her or any of the family for a while...even when we get her ashes, i cant do it." pearl confessed and yvonne nodded. "cillian and i will take care of everything." she promised, and pearl nodded. yvonne could see her mind running a mile a minute. anxiety pooled at the girl's hands as they shook. her brown eyes becoming darker as her mind raced. "pearl...whats going on?" yvonne questioned softly, and the blonde stood up abruptly. she pulled at her hair crying, and right as yvonne was going to stand up- she pushed her suitcase onto the floor, her clothes spilling out. "pea-" yvonne was cut off again, throwing her hair brush across the very spacious attic.