Chapter One – The Danny Butcher story
As the good-looking 15 year old entered Albert Square, Walford by foot he looked back on the past few months. Losing his mother and who he assumed to be his father in a car crash had been shock enough but to then discover that his real father was a man named Frank Butcher who had been dead for three years completely knocked him for six. Danny Butcher had not been a great place in the last few months, both metaphorically and literally, having been in care for that time.
However just as he had given up hope Danny found out his real father had family living in London and Danny escaped on the first train out of Manchester and came to find them. His search had brought him to Walford though he was now thinking over how he was going to introduce himself to a bunch of people that wouldn't even have any idea of his existence let alone be willing to take him. Danny had thought that they probobaly wouldn't believe him so he brought his birth certificate proving that this Frank Butcher was infact his real dad
Taking a breath, Danny picked up his rucksack of belongings and made his way into Walford. He took in his surroundings which were vastly different to the care home he had been locked in for the past few months. A pub, A chippy, a cafe and even a launderette Danny was in awe of the place already and he hadn't even reached his destination yet. Tired from his journey and aware that the police had been informed he had run off Danny was keen to reach his relatives home fairly quickly.
He sat on a bench in the middle of the square to take another look at the place he could one day be calling home. A pretty blonde teenage girl came and sat down next to him.
"Hi" said she said "My name is Lola. Lola Pearce" she finished holding her hand out
"Danny" said the boy "Danny Butcher".
"So, what brings you around here then Danny Butcher" said Lola "I can tell by your accent you're not from round here – Manchester isn't it?"
"Yeah that's it" said the mildly impressed Danny "I think I've got family around here"
"Ooooh I might know then" said Lola excitedly amusing Danny who smirked "Do you know what they're called"?
"Well my name is Butcher" said Danny "Do you know any Butchers"
"Only a woman called Janine" said Lola distatestfully
"Is that a bad thing" asked Danny raising his eye brows
"She's an evil cow" said Lola "Good luck being related to her. She has family though, some woman lives at No.31 called Pat. I think she's her stepmother or something"
"Really" said Danny "Well if this Janine's as nasty as you say I better start off with this Pat. Thank you Lola"
"D'you want me to come with you" said Lola following him
"Oh no thanks" said Danny "I'll see you around if they let me stay"
"I hope they do" Lola muttered to herself but Danny heard anyway, smirked, winked at Lola and set off in the direction of No.31. He rang the doorbell and a plump, short blonde haired old woman answered the door
"Hello" she said in a confused manner "Can I help you"
"I think you can" said Danny "My name's Danny. Danny Butcher. I'm Frank's son" Pat sighed and put her hand to her forehead
"I knew this day would come eventually" she said. Danny was taken aback – he was so sure that no one knew he existed yet this Pat woman did. This was all very strange