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My brain’s track of choice: Shannon like the river, with the gorgeous blue eyes, face of an angel, and the troubled past.
“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
Shannon—absolutely, but Bella? Not a chance.
His house reeked of money and luxury. Mine reeked of whiskey and pain.
Johnny had a pinched expression when he said, “A Maroon 5 song.” “Oh?” I looked up at him. “Which one?” He shifted in discomfort. “‘She Will Be Loved.’”
“Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.”
“Who’s your twelve on the school team?” Johnny inclined his head toward the group of boys. “Patrick Feely.”
guitar fingers, lad
“No, no, no, Da. I’m serious,” I slurred. “I think I love that girl.” “Well, who’s this girl?” “She’s a river.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m keeping her, Da.” “Okay, son,” he coaxed. “You keep the girl.”
“She makes my heart go, like, whoa.” “Is that right?” he mused. “So bad, Da.” I sighed. “Boom, boom, fucking boom.” I shook my head. “All the time.”
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
“I love you, Shannon like the river,” he slurred.
“Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.
“I think I need you for keeps,” he slurred. “I think I need you for keeps, too,” I confessed.
Johnny was asleep.
oh sweet baby Jesus
