EMBROIL [BOOK ONE]

Title 11: Father's Day

~Published May 6, 2017~

The diner was louder than usual today. Danny and I were eating a late breakfast at Fiona's job. There were bundles of families sitting around celebrating fucking Father's Day. This is one of the days that bothered me the most. The day that brought up old memories. The minute my eyes opened I knew that today was going to be a rough one. I was picking at my food not really hungry with my sudden loss of appetite. Danny however was enjoying herself and her food. I didn't want to ruin her morning with my shitty mood so I tried to tone it down a bit. I was watching Fiona running around like a busy bee. There was one particular family who was sitting behind us asking for random shit every five minutes. The worst part of the day, Sammi was here following Fiona around trying to convince her to let her use her kitchen to make Frank a Father's Day dinner. I felt a pair of tiny beady little eyes staring at me and when I looked next to me. I noticed little chubby Chuckie staring at my plate of food drooling. This kid is going to die from fat clogging his tiny little arteries. Since I am not planning on eating my food, I just pushed the plate towards him and he wasted no time in devouring. 

"Oh come on Fiona. Let me just make him a small dinner and you guys are more than welcomed to join us?" Sammi kept begging her.

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes that it made me dizzy, "Sammi can you just shut the fuck up! Father's Day and Mother's Day are dead holidays. In this neighborhood there isn't parents that are worth being celebrated."   

"Jo is right Sammi. I already said no. You are not cooking a Father's Day meal for Frank in my house. Frank is not a father, not to me, not to my kids, and honestly not to you either." Fiona tried to brush her off as she handed her customers at the table behind us a bottle of ketchup. 

I was completely grossed out by the man who was mauling his cheeseburger with grease dripping down his chin. What pissed me off was how poorly he was treating Fiona.

"You're cynical Fiona and it just astonishes me that you and Jo are such cold bitches. You need to respect your parents." Sammi pointed at the both of us and patted her son's cheek, "See Chuckie people like them who think they way they do are the reason they live a miserable life."

"You know what Sammi if me being over the moon that both my parents are dead is what makes my life miserable. Then it doesn't matter because I was miserable anyways with them living." I tightly gripped my coffee mug trying to calm my nerves. I felt Danny's hand rest on my hand patting it trying to calm me. 

She let out a sarcastic laugh as she placed her hand on her hip, "Again, you are a cold heart ed bitch."

I snapped up off my seat and got in her face, "How about you back the fuck off?"

She walked up and got even closer that I could smell her perfumed alcoholic breath, "I feel sorry for you. It's better that your parents are dead because now they don't have to suffer with an ungrateful cunt like yourself." 

The sight of her cocky smug look drove me insane. I charged towards her ready to strangle the look off her face but Danny was quick to shove me back on my stool. 

Danny held a knife up to her face and her eyes grew twice as big, "How about you get the fuck out of here before I run this knife up in a place that has a load of traffic buzzing in and out." Danny looks down at her lower half and back up at her face. 

Fiona was leaning against the counter watching the scene unfold and you could tell that she could care less, "Yeah I agree. It is better that you get the hell out of here."

She looked between her and Fiona and I'm sure she got the message. Danny was clearly not messing around. Sammi grab her son's hand and practically ran out of the diner with her tail between her legs.