Blair O'Connor was the life of every party-popular, fearless, and always the center of attention. But behind the perfect image was an abusive boyfriend who slowly stripped away the girl she used to be.
After finally breaking free, Blair transfers...
there is gonna be a pt2 to this but Wattpad still won't let me write so xo
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"Cork, Claire?" Hughie deadpanned, leaning against the side of his car. "Of all the places in the country we could have gone camping, you chose Cork?"
We were camping today, Claire bless her heart, had set up a little trip away for Johnnys 18th as well as him leaving for the u18s soon.
Me and Shannon stood beside each other as Johnny continued to haul bags out of the boot of his brand-spanking new Audi A4 and pass them to Patrick. Hughie had been complaining about our camping destination ever since we left the Kavanagh's house three hours ago.
Katie was in a mood, Gibsie looked mutinous, and Lizzie was her usual raging-self. Hughie and Claire had been fighting since they walked through the door this morning, me and Eloise were knackered, we'd been up all night, Eloise been a giddy shit about camping and me listening to her been a giddy shit.The only person who seemed to be himself right now was Patrick since to the rest of our friends he was always quiet.
"It's a lovely place," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "It has a river and it's surrounded by a woodland." Grabbing a selection of green, white, and gold coloured rugby ball shaped balloons out of the back of Johnny's car, she shrugged. "It's absolutely beautiful here, and I promise we'll have fun."
It genuinely was a lovely place, it was nice and quiet, just was I needed to nap.
Reaching into the back seat, she pulled out two huge red-colored balloons, shaped as the numbers one and eight. "Just try to be positive."
"Well, I think it's great, Claire," Johnny interjected in a calm tone. "I really appreciate all the effort you went to, so thanks a million."
"I agree," Shannon offered. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been in my life."
"You've only been out of Cork once," Lizzie drawled. "For the Dublin match."
"Twice," Shannon mumbled, red-faced. "I went to Kerry once when I was small."
"But you've still only been in three places, Shan –"
"For now," Johnny shot back, giving Lizzie a warning look.
"But this is still Cork, Cap," Hughie grumbled.
"West Cork," Gibsie corrected, and there was a hint of warning in his voice as he took a defensive stance in front of Claire. "And fuck right off with your pessimistic attitude," he added, tucking a slab of Heineken under his arm. "At least your sister had the imagination to think this whole trip up.We'd be sitting in Biddies, downing pints and warding off clingers if it wasn't for her." Turning to Claire, he said, "Don't you mind him, babe. You did a great job." With his free hand, he tugged on her ponytail, forcing her to look up at him. "You keep that head up," he ordered, tipping her chin with his thumb. "Don't you dare hide that angel face from the world."
