Derry Girls: A New Arrival Part 2

Chapter 29: Happy Valentines?

The tension inside Patrick O'Driscoll's kitchen could not be mistaken. He stewed with frustration, unable to unleash at the breakfast table. Forced into waiting for the opportune time to unleash on the figure that sat solemnly at the opposite end. His wife, Jeanette finally gathered her things and said her goodbyes before setting off to work. All the while, the rotund man had stared a cold glare towards Danny. The young man, despite his brawny physical frame, shrivelled at the glare from his uncle, his body, mainly his ribs groaned with pain from his encounter with Marco. Although there was no clear winner, Danny had come away worse than he'd cared to mention. A truth that had infuriated Patrick.

"I thought I could rely on you, Danny....." Patrick slowly growled, pressing down hard on his own teeth.

"I didn't think he was that strong." Danny muttered, his answer lit Patrick up. He threw his fists down hard onto the wooden table as he shot out of his seat.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, DANNY! You are truly BRAINLESS! You were supposed to make it look like ye got beat up! That's why Shannon was there. She had the camera to film the 'evidence'..... The cops would have turned up, and they would have taken care of the rest! But somehow.... Ye both managed to fuck it up!" Patrick was now hovering over his nephew like a vulture. Danny sat still; he shuddered as Patrick passed his aching side.

"It wasn't my fault that Shannon doesn't know how to use a fucking-!" Danny complained. Patrick grabbed Danny by the collar. Danny sported a look of fear as the large man snorted like a wild animal, standing over him.

"Ye say another word, another word like that to me, and they'll be yer last!" Patrick snarled. Releasing him from his firm grip. Patrick backed up and regarded Danny's nervous disposition.

"Do ye not think those girls, and those two English pricks won't say anything to their parents, Danny? Jesus Christ! After everything I've done for ye... putting a roof over yer head, security, money, Chief Byers overlooking yer past so ye can play football..... But all ye seem to do lately is MAKE A FOOL OF ME! EVERYTHING YOU DO, REFLECTS ON ME, BOTH YOU AND SHANNON!!!... YER SHITE BRAINED DOSE!" Patrick's bellowing voice shook Danny to his core.

"I am this close... this close! To finally get what I've been deserving all my life! With the money from these charity discos, I will be able to move UP and leave all the freeloaders behind for good! And I AM NOT PREPAREDTO HAVE ANYONE FUCK THIS UP FOR ME, ESPECIALLY MY OWN FAMILY!!!!! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR??!!!!" Patrick's face was purple with rage.

"Sorry, Uncle Patrick." Danny answered meekly, his whole-body trembled.

"Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to take of this myself." Patrick coldly said.

"Wh... What ye gonna do?" Danny asked. Patrick paced slowly. Then he stopped and turned back to Danny, a plan was building in his head.

Erin remained adamant in her theory of what was occurring with the charity money being raised by the school. After the incident with MadStab and Marco in Strabane; Erin felt the need to tell someone, her first protocol was to tell her family. They listened to Erin spout about Mr O'Driscoll, but she began to sense that the more detail she went into, she felt that everyone was looking at her as if she was telling a story as gripping as listening to Uncle Colm. After listening to her bizarre tale, Mary only scolded her for not telling them sooner about another incident with MadStab. Joe had to be halted by Gerry from going across the road to Jim's house.

"Christ, but she does have an imagination, that wain does!" Sarah remarked.

"It's true, Aunt Sarah!" Erin snarled, insisting she was right.

"Ahhh, less of that, Erin!" Gerry snapped.

"But Daddy! It's all too much to be a coincidence, is it not?!" Erin moaned.