บททั้งหมดของ O'Connell (Mending His Heart): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Take him away, he's bloody lying!" The woman suddenly shouted, almost leaping.And then, they carried on pulling him away. Pain shot through O'Connell, causing goosebumps to rise on his every single pore. Because he was being humiliated and embarrassed again. All he went there for, was for a job. But then, he was being misquoted and humiliated, because of his looks. Worst, the witchy white devil of a woman, wasn't helping matters at all.She just saw him, took one look at him, and decided she didn't like him. He knew. But he wanted them to give him a chance to see her boss. "What's going on in here!?" Someone yelled. Putting everything to halt. Even the hefty body guards. One had the door opened, while the other was holding O'Connell like a toy.And the voice, belong to a man.He looked quite old, with greying hair. And had a giant scowl on his face like the 'Grinch'He took slowly and steadily footsteps,

O'Connell closed the exit doors shut, and was about heading towards the waiting area where he could hail a taxi, when he saw a man ogling at a teenage girl who was putting on very little clothing, as she walked on the road like one who had no care in the world. The man's wife noticed this, spat into his gaped mouth. And smacked him so hard on the face, that it pulled the attention of people towards them.Something which made O'Connell guffawed in laughter, because it was such an amusing sight to be seen."Well, well, well. If it isn't the rustic petty boy, trying to secure a job." The feminine voice of a female, suddenly pulled him out of his laughing state.Slowly, he turned around to see the owner of the voice.His face squeezed into a frown, when he saw that it was Penelope O'Sullivan.What is she doing out here? Where are her body guards? O'Connell wondered, then tucked his ha

Flashback to how it all started. As a kid, O'Connell was one shy boy, who because of being overweight, chose to be antisocial. He knew he could never blend in because kids always laughed at him, and called him fat and ugly. To the extent of bullying him. He had pale skin, and was round and thick. With thighs like that of woman.  He lived with his maternal Grandpa, Adesina Ayodeji, and Tosin Ayodeji who was his uncle, and seven years ahead of him. O'Connell lived with them in Nigeria because his mom, who had given birth to him at a very tender age, was studying medicine, a seven years course at the University. And his dad, well his mom's fiance, was in Brazil, running his family business. O'Connell's mom had a one night stand, with some stranger in Ireland, when she went visiting , and had no idea she was pregnant until she came back to Nigeria.  So, O'Connell lived with his Grandpa and uncle. With his mom coming from time to time

The third time Jeremy had helped O'Connell again, was when they were both six years old. And O'Connell was trying to sing in front of the whole class, because students were to sing during music class.Other kids had sang when it was their turn, and were rewarded with a round of applause by the rest of the kids. And O'Connell was waiting impatiently for his turn. With anticipation kicking right through him, that he was going to sing in front of the whole class. And maybe when they listen to him as he sing with his voice, which he thought was amazing, then they would bully him less.O'Connell was feeling so giddy on the inside. Almost bouncing on his seat, from excitement. Finally feeling that, that day would be a good day to him. And maybe he could talk finally talk to Jeremy. And play with him on the play ground as well. Because he could still remember Jeremy's act of kindness towards him. How Jeremy had offered him his own milk, when he, O'Connell was crying over his

There was a continuous sound on O'Connell's window, as if someone was throwing a gravel to hit it. He wondered if it was a dream, or it was just that he was hearing things. But then, the sound was non-stop.He flicked his eyes opened lazily, and then stared at the clock hung on the wall. It wasn't even evening yet, and he had closed his eyes to nap after contemplating if he had done the wrong thing by writing a love letter to his own gender. When he was only nine. He wondered how his parents would feel if they could by any means, find out that he wrote a letter to a boy. Their neighbor's first son.Worst, him developing feelings for a the boy.O'Connell would get scold, he knew. And told that he was too young. And not supposed to like someone from his own gender, but a girl. His mom would caution him, because he was the only child, spank him, and then pray over the situation. Marguerite could be very religious most times.