One Shots 'The nursery nurse'

The Wedding

This is so to speak a continuation off 'late night talk'. 😁

Don't worry, the third part of a day in the hospital will be out soon.

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Clodagh sighed as she got out of the car. It was only today, she thought. She approached the church with quick steps. She couldn't explain to herself why she was here. She had actually made up her mind not to be here today.

But her aunt had asked her to come. Not only so that she could see her again, but also to support her younger sister.

Lauren was more or less forced to be the Maid of Honour for Fiona. And Clodagh knew that her sister was more than suffering as a result.

The wedding would begin soon. Before she entered the church, she looked at her phone. Sorscha had sent her a message.

'Please leave if it gets too much. Don't let it get you down. I love you.'

Clodagh smiled slightly. Sorscha had accepted her decision and had listened to her reasons for wanting to go. When she had started to justify herself to her, Sorscha had interrupted her. "You don't have to justify yourself. If you want to go, go ahead. But if one of them does anything to you, I'll send the guard dog."

Sorscha's words were still present in her mind. Even though she wished so much that Autumn would show up here and put her parents and especially her older sister in their place. She hoped that things would not escalate like this.

Clodagh slipped into the background. The church was full. She took a seat in the back row. Even here, she could see her mother. She stood at the front and spoke to Lauren. Her sister seemed visibly annoyed and just shook her head.

Finally, Louis entered the building. Arrogant and with a smug grin, he walked the aisle. Clodagh couldn't help but roll her eyes. He stood at the altar with a broad chest. With every minute that passed, the overwhelming feeling inside Clodagh grew.

When suddenly the music started and her sister entered the church. Clodagh stared at her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap.

Only slowly did she raise her eyes. Her eyes were now fixed on her sister, who was standing at the altar. Fiona was the one who had always done everything right. The one who never disappointed her parents. Today was her day, and everything seemed perfect. The white dress, the smile, the flower arrangements, the ceremony.

But for Clodagh, it felt like a nightmare that she kept reliving.

She could see the looks on her parents' faces as they sat proudly side by side, just smiling at Fiona. A smile that Clodagh had never received.

She still remembered her mother's sharp words. "You'll never find a good husband if you don't stop going against the faith. Get this rubbish out of your head!" The constant sermons from her father, who said she had to ‘submit to her mother's will’ because her lifestyle did not correspond to the ‘values of the family’. The feeling of never being enough was deeply rooted in her.

Fiona, on the other hand, had always done everything that was expected of her. And now, at this wedding, she realised again. That she and her younger sister were just the black sheep of the family.

Look at you, Clodagh thought bitterly. You're everything they ever wanted. They didn't want to come to my wedding in the first place.

Her gaze travelled to Fiona's bouquet, which sparkled in the sun, then back to her parents, who nodded approvingly at the bride and groom.

Clodagh only painfully remembered how they always clung to religion as if it were a shield, while at the same time denying Clodagh their love. It wasn't the belief in God that tormented her, but her parents' belief in their own morality, their own idea of right and wrong. For Clodagh, the God her parents preached was never the God of mercy, but the God of judgement. The reason why she stopped believing.