"Joseph - Mary mother of God!" He said, taking Grace's hand quickly and pulling her from the trailer. He shouted for someone to go see to her aunt, and a few of the older men and women scurried into the trailer worriedly. Grace was struggling against Mickey to go back in after them, but he held her wrists tightly in his hands.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head and wept, her thin body shaking. "She can't be.. it isn't fair.." She kept saying under her breath as she fought against him. Mickey took a deep breath shook his head as he and tried to ease her emotions, as well as his. He felt immense sympathy for the poor girl who had already lost so much..
He pulled her into him and put his arms around her small frame, "Grace, quiet." Grace's hands pushed against his chest in a slight resistance, but she gave in and put her head against Mickey's chest as silent tears flooded down her flushed face.
Mickey pressed his lips together tautly as he wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her back with the other. He rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes as he worried for the child who'd just lost the last of her family..
"Ssh, it's gonna be alright.. Grace come with me.." He told her quietly, still holding the her against him but beginning to walk towards his mother's trailer. Mickey's mom stepped out of their trailer and looked towards Grace's curiously.
"Mickey, what's goin' on?" She asked.
Mickey shook his head and gave her a look. "Not now, ma," he said. "You see to it fer yerself.. I'm takin' her in.." And with that, he opened the door to the trailer and helped Grace inside.
When Mickey's mom returned to her trailer, she found Mickey sitting on the couch with Grace, who was curled up asleep under a blanket. Her head was resting on the pillow in Mickey's lap. Under the pillow, Mickey had applied an ice pack to here Grace had kneed him earlier..
Mickey ran a hand through her hair just as his mother used to do to him when he was younger.. He looked up to her and rose his eyebrows questioningly.. But he didn't have to ask.. He could tell by the way she was looking at Grace and from the redness in her eyes that her aunt had passed away.
He let out a long sigh and shook his head slowly.
"It ain't fair, ma," he said quietly as he shook his head, his words contradicting himself from earlier.. His mother nodded slowly and went to sit across from Mickey in her large rocking chair.
"I know, Mickey. But you know that isn' the way that life is. She'll find some good from it.." She watched the sleeping girl fondly before looking back up to Mickey with a smile. "I want her t' live wit us," she told him quietly. Mickey rose his eyebrows and looked to his mother surprised.
"What?" He whispered.
His mother frowned and told him sharply, "You heard me, boy! Where else does the child have t' go? You tell her when she wakes that I'll make up yer old bed for her." And with that, she got to her feet and crossed her arms as she awaited his response.
"I will, ma," he said. His mother nodded and went to the back to make up the bed. Mickey sighed and looked back down at Grace, his finger traced her brow gently as he watched her sleeping quietly.. at least she could find some peace in that.
When Grace woke up, Mickey too had fallen asleep. His arm was now wrapped around her, his head tilted back against the wall, and he was snoring quietly. Grace's eyes grew round as she looked up at for a moment as bit her lip lightly and she tried to sit up without waking him.
Mickey grunted and twitched slightly, his grip around her tightened.. Yet he still did not wake. Grace's eyes grew wider at this and she rose her eyebrows and leaned back against him, and his grip relaxed. She furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes slightly, but have a soft sigh and reluctantly closed her eyes, trying to fall back to sleep.
Moments later, Mickey opened his eyes and looked around. He glanced down at Grace and let out a soft sigh. His back arched slightly and he yawned and shook the sleep from his mind. He glanced at the clock on the wall and his eyes grew wide - he'd been asleep for nearly two hours.
He looked back at Grace, wondering if he should wake her and tell her about her aunt.. He winced and bit his lower lip lightly.. if she hadn't already put it together yet he certainly wouldn't wake her to give her the news.
Mickey sighed and put his legs out in front of him, one of them stinging slightly from being in the same position for too long. "Ah, bugger," he muttered as he shifted from beneath Grace's dead weight. He picked her up easily in his arms and walked her to the back room as best he could with his one leg still tinging. He shifted one of his arms out from under her to pull back the sheets quickly. He then laid her gently down upon the bed and pulled the covers up over her.
Grace stirred and gave a soft sigh as her eyes opened slightly and she looked around. She looked up and spotted Mickey standing above her. She began to sit up as she suddenly became aware that she was no longer on the couch.
"Me mam made me old bed for you," Mickey explained. "She wants you t' stay wit' us.."
Grace pressed her lips together, a part of her was still angry with Mickey. She wanted to argue with him and insist that she would be fine by herself.. But she knew very well that she wasn't.. so she nodded reluctantly.
"That's very kind of her.." Grace said softly.
"Get some sleep, Grace," Mickey told her quietly. Grace nodded, looking up at him sheepishly. This roused a smile from the gypsy, and he tousled her hair gently before shutting the door quietly behind him.
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