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I raised my hand to catch the ball midair, only to miss my target entirely when Molloy grabbed me in a precarious fucking spot. “That’s my ball, Joey Lynch,” she warned, squeezing my nuts just enough to let me know that she was capable of doing damage. “And so are these.” “Jesus,” I strangled out, throwing my hands up in surrender as my blond-haired nemesis secured the ball for herself and whizzed past me, cackling evilly.
“Well, I think you’re wrong,” Gibsie replied, handing me a fork and taking up position on the stool next to mine. “I think we could love each other.” I gaped at him. “You’re a freak.”
“Then we have something in common,” she replied sadly. “We’re both guilty of directing our anger and pain at the wrong person.”
“Don’t ever lose it, Molloy.” “Lose what?” “That spark of fire that makes you so incredibly you,” he replied, tightening his arm around me. “It doesn’t matter how your body changes, because I’m always going to keep coming back to you. Because I might enjoy touching all of this,” he explained, fingers trailing over my body until he reached my face and gently tapped my temple. “But I’m hooked on this.” “My mind?” I asked, tone incredulous. “Bullshit.” “It’s true,” he coaxed. “Nobody else can fuck with my head quite like you can, and that has nothing to do with your body, Molloy.”
SIGH....
“Do I need stitches?” “I don’t think so. Not this time.”
“Bhí mé ag rá le mo leannán go bhfuil grá agam di.”
“In cases like Joey’s, when patients present under these kinds of circumstances, there’s generally a long history of domestic violence, and to break it down for you, your partner’s test results reveal a pattern of child abuse that clearly stretches back to infancy.”
“You’re saying this has been happening since he was a baby?” “I’m saying there’s evidence that leads me to believe that your partner has sustained a tremendous level of physical abuse over an extended period of time.” “That leads back to when he was a baby?” “It’s possible.”
“And she’s the mother of my kid. So, don’t even think about pulling that card,” he sneered. “Because she wins. Every damn time.” “Yeah.” Nodding vigorously, I folded my arms across my chest and gave his mam a ha look.
“And as for you? Well, I don’t really know you that well yet, but I’m feeling like this is a fuck-you kind of moment. So, fuck you.”
“No, and you can’t tell them yet because—” “Like I said, I can keep a secret,” he offered with
I LOVE Gibsie sooo much
a wink. “I’ve got your back, Mrs. Joey the hurler.”
“But your dad’s still out there.” “My dad can go fuck himself,” Little Alpha called over his shoulder as he climbed onto a wheely bin and vaulted effortlessly onto the stone wall enclosing the smoking area. “If anything, he needs to hope he doesn’t run into me.”
I sighed wearily, eyes locked on the hand she wrapped around mine. “Lizzie, please just—” “No!” Momentarily releasing my wrist, my sister’s friend wrapped both of her arms around my body and pressed her cheek against my back. “I won’t let you do it to Shannon.” “Do what?” “Turn her into me.”
LIZZIE BABY :(
“It won’t fix anything,” she strangled out, burying her face in the back of my hoodie. “You think it’s the answer to all your problems, and maybe it is, to yours.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “But what about the people you leave behind? You think they’ll be able to accept it?” I could feel
her shaking her head. “They’ll never accept it, Joey. It will haunt them forever. It haunts me forever.” “I’m not your sister.” “You know this is the same bridge, right?” she sobbed, holding onto my body for dear life. “The same fucking spot, Joey!”
“You’ll have a boy,” she told me. “And he’ll be just like his father.” “I hope so.” “You’re a good girl.” Her eyes burned with emotion. “With a heart of gold.” I shrugged in response because I didn’t know what to say. “You should take her to him and watch her work her magic,” Nanny said then, turning to Edel. “Return my grandson’s heart to him, and he’ll start living again.”
“I’ve always been a father!” I roared back, chest heaving. “And I’ve done a pretty fucking good job with the four I’ve raised. And yeah, I’m a mess, and yeah, I’m an addict, but I’m a good father! I’m a good fucking parent, Darren. I kept them alive. I kept them fed, and loved, and nurtured, and goddamn educated. I did that. Not you. Not him. Not Mam. Me. So, call me a junkie and whatever the hell else you want to call me, but don’t say that I’m too young to be a father!”
“And I already told you that we’re keeping you.” She chuckled. “Finders keepers, Joey love. You’re mine now.” Jesus.
“Thirty-eight,” I whispered, inclining my head to the small crucifix with my mother’s details engraved on it. “She was only a baby, Edel.”
Damn Im 38 smh
“Straight ahead, Gibs.” “Oh Jesus, Cap.” Gibsie practically wept. “Not the roundabouts.” “You’ve got this, Gibs.” “You know I’m not good with roundabouts.”
Me Too Gibs lol
“Oh, don’t let her fool you, Cap. She knows what she’s doing,” Gibsie argued. “Judging me from her little screen.”
“Fuck you, Gibsie.” “Fuck you?” He threw his head back. “I wouldn’t ride you into battle.” The entire class erupted in laughter. “Howdy, friend,” Gibsie said with a grin when I dropped into the chair next to his. Jesus. “Gibs.”
