✦ ( 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ) ✦

"You're sending me away?" The emotionless tone of my voice caused my parents to flinch, but I didn't have it in me to care.
"You're loosing control of yourself, Keelan. You need to get away from this place--at least for a while." Da grumbled, drumming his large hands on the kitchen table.

I wasn't done fighting yet.

"Mam?" I pleaded, staring into her eyes - trying to make her see reason. Mam's smile dipped slowly down her face as she sighed, "Darling, it's already been decided. You need to stop this excessive drinking - and we both need you to get away from that crowd of delinquents." She snipped and I rose a brow,

"You mean my friends?"

"You know that your brother never wanted you around them." Da spoke gravely.

That was it.

"You don't get to talk about him!" I yelled, my accent coming out thicker than normal, "Not now - not after he's dead." My voice broke as I stood from my seat. "Don't try and feel guilty now - after you've spent our entire prioritized your jobs instead of raising your children." I spat, before I stalked outside, pointedly ignoring their yells behind me.

"I'll be back later!"

I needed to get away, to be able to fully think about what was going to be happening in a matter of hours. Mam and Da were going to stick me on a plane - make me live all the way in god forsaken America with gods know who - and I didn't even know when I would be going back home.

But I couldn't leave him - I couldn't leave Daniel all alone without anyone to talk to him, or put flowers on his grave every week, and make sure those fucking little shits down the lane didn't fuck with his resting place. My feet carried me to the place I had been visiting for two months;

Daniel's grave.

I withheld a sad sigh as I sat down beside his tombstone and splayed my hand across his name - etched into the hard stone.

"Hi dee. Boy, do I have things to tell you," I sniffed, and traced my fingers in the deep groves of stone. "Mam and Da are making me move - I don't know exactly where yet -someplace in America-but I don't want to leave you. Who's going to take care of you while I'm away?"

"How will everything ever be okay again without you?" A tear slowly fell down my cheek as my eyes wandered the grassy expanse of tipperary.

This was home - my beautiful home.

"I think I'll stay here awhile, Dee. I don't want to go home yet," I made myself comfortable, laying back on the plush green grass.

If Da and Mam had anything to do with it; I would have no choice in the matter of leaving. Even if I was eighteen; I had no job, no money - at least not enough to be able to be able to buy a place to live.

I couldn't even stay with any of my so-called 'friends', they were always too strung out to be able to tell me the directions to their house.

In all honesty, I was lost. Without Daniel - I didn't know what to do, I felt like a small child again. Would it take moving across the world to find myself again?

Drinking and partying never helped me feel okay again - no matter how far I pushed myself - how much danger I had put my body through.

"I don't want to kill myself or die, Dee. I just want to disappear until I feel okay again." I whispered as I observed the sun setting - I had lost track of time, how many hours had passed? I slowly stood up and gently brushed off the specks of dirt on his tombstone, "This isn't goodbye, brother. This is a 'I'll see you later', hm?" I smiled and brushed off more tears before I left him and took my time walking back home.

With the light of the setting sun, lighting up the dirt road path - I marveled at the sight of my beautiful home - taking in the scenery as if it was going to be years until I returned...maybe it would be.

"Don't think like that, Keelan. You'll be back home in no time," I forced a small smile as the cottage come into view. "Here goes nothing..." I whispered as my hand clenched the doorknob before twisted the knob and opened the door.

"Keelan," Da yelled gruffly as he stomped from the kitchen, crossing his burly arms across his chest, "Where have you been? With Cieran and his crowd, no doubt." His dark red beard twitched as he sneered.

"No, I wasn't. Not that you would believe me anyways."

I knew I brought it on myself, but I needed to try to get over the constant spirals I was going through. "Where's Mam?" I asked, cracking my knuckles - trying to clear the anxiety running through my veins.

"She's entertaining Elizabeth's son - the man whose family you'll be staying with. Go and pack, Keelan." Da turned swiftly around and went inside the kitchen again. "Just like that?" I mumbled, hurt.

"Never fucking mind." I huffed and stopped up the stairs to my room before shutting the door and locking myself inside. Did I really have to pack up my whole life in a couple suitcases? Yes, I did.

I grabbed a large duffle from my closet before shoving as many outfits as possible and shoes inside that I could before zipping it up. My purse I saved for things that I couldn't possible live without, my photo album, my phone, headphones and a small carry-on bottle of Jameson.

I knew I shouldn't have packed the last item, but I guess I'll save it for hard times. "You're all ready," I mumbled to myself before grabbing my bags and throwing them in the hallway. I locked my bedroom door after I had taken my journal out from under my bed, and shouldered my bags before walking downstairs, eyes focused solely on the ground.

"Keelan? I have someone for you to meet." Mam called as I dropped my bags on the couch. I rolled my eyes, "I'll be there in a jig Mam!" I called while grabbing a photo of Daniel on the mantle before stuffing it in my purse.

Before I had managed to walk inside the study, I heard a deep voice - making me stop in my tracks to listen, without them hearing me. "She will be perfectly safe with me, Mrs. Nolan. I swear it." He had such a perfectly deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.

He was American.

"Thank you, Owen." Mam replied gratefully, and I knocked on the study door, finished with my eavesdropping. "Mam? I'm here."

"Come in Keelan," Mama called out before I swallowed hard and opened the door before stepping inside. Mam and the strange man turned to look at me as I shuffled my feet, meanwhile my hands twisted the ends of my sweater nervously. What the fuck was I getting myself into?

"Come here," Mam beckoned me to sit beside her. I nodded without saying a word, and sat beside her, my eyes observing the man in front of me.

To me, he was the epitome of the perfect gentleman, he had pale skin - soft brown hair cropped short and brushed away from his face, beautiful steel-gray eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses, and an angular bone structure like those hot models you see in magazines.

I also envied his smooth perfect hands - so different from my short (kind of stubby) fingers. In other words' he looked like the human version of period cramps.

My eyes finally met his own as this 'Owen' seemed to be observing me as much as I had been watching him. "This is Owen Blackbourne - Elizabeth's son. You will be staying with him, his brothers, and his fiancée"

"Okay." I nodded; it was way too late to be putting up a fight. I didn't want to pull Mr. Blackbourne into our family drama. "We will be leaving with him in a few minutes." Mam hugged me, and I swallowed, closed my eyes before hugging her back.

No matter how much I was mad at them for never being there for Daniel and I - or for sending me away, I could never hate them.

"Go say your goodbyes to your Da, Keelan. I love you." She whispered into my ear. "I will. I love you too," I hated how close to tears I sounded - but I had the right to. I was leaving behind everything I had ever known - leaving behind everything familiar.

"I will help with your bags." Mr. Blackbourne remarked, eyeing me coldly as if I was the scum of the earth. He didn't express it as such in front of Mam, but unlike her; I had always been much better at reading people.

What the flying fuck was this stuck-up prick's problem?

"Thanks." I shot back before leaving, heading towards the kitchen where Da sat at the kitchen table, nursing a pint of Guinness. I swallowed before taking a seat in front of him. "Da? I'm leaving." I spoke up quietly as he glanced up at me with a wry smile.

"I'll miss ye lass." He spoke deeply before standing up to his tall height (that I didn't inherit) and pulled me into a hug. "I love you," He spoke, looking over me as I stepped back. "I love you too. I promise - I'll be back home soon." I swore before leaving before I lost control of my emotions.

I grabbed my bags from off of the couch before hugging Mam, "I'll see you soon. Love you." I whispered, with a trace of a smile on my face. "Love you too, Kee. You better hurry - Owen is waiting for you." She nodded her head, towards the doorway, where the stuck-up prick stood looking at his watch impatiently.

I huffed before I joined him, "Everything gathered now?" He spoke coldly. I nodded, sparing him a small glare, "Yes." I spit back, this douche was really starting to get on my nerves. How could he always be so cold, he didn't even know me.

Well, he probably hadn't heard great things about me, but never judge a person before you meet them, right?

I believed in that.

"Come." He ordered as he stepped outside of the house, before pulling me in the direction of a black rental BMW - one I had not noticed when I walked home. While he had a tight grip on my arm, I tripped over a rock, almost sending me face-planting on the gravel - if not for Mr. Blackbourne.

"Motherfuckin' ell!" I swore, swallowing as my face hovered inches from the ground.

"You should be more careful." Mr. Blackbourne scolded, before I snorted, "I would have, dickface - if you hadn't had such a tight grip on my arm, causing me to fall!" I retorted. I grinned wickedly as Mr. Blackbourne opened his mouth, but soon closed it when he found no retort.

"Do you always curse so much? Don't people find it offensive?" Mr. Blackbourne asked as I sat my bags in the back, before sliding in the backseat. I had no urge to be close to him.

"Personally, I don't find cursing offensive," I started with a grin, "I do find, backstabbing, lying, cheating, and fucking people over offensive, but not swearing." I smirked as his face fell, before he reluctantly responded, "Fair point."

"I know," I responded laying my head back as he started driving down my driveway.

"So, tell me," I smirked, with my eyes still closed, "Is your ass aware that your head as moved in?"

A/N: What do you guys think of the first chapter!

How do you think the rest of the boys and Sang will react to meeting and living with Keelan?

Mam - Mom

Da - Dad