In Love with a Saint
Written by: DeadlyxNightshade
Rated: M
Special Note: I do not own anything related to The Boondock Saints or its sequel.
Summary: Doc had a niece and she experienced the events that occurred in BS and BSII. These are her accounts of life at McGinty's and her relationship with Connor and Murphy MacManus.
Reviews much appreciated.
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Prologue: My Account
I hate diaries and journals. So I will merely label this as my Account.
It's important that I document what has happened. And what will continue to happen. Some day someone will read this and they will know the truth. And they can share that truth. And the day will come when people will realize and understand what these men were trying to do.
First, I must give some details about myself.
At age ten my mother sent me to live with my uncle. She and my father were having marital issues. The issue was me. My dad never wanted a child and somehow my existence in the world led him to cheat on my mom several times. My mom loved my dad – probably more than me – thus I was shipped off from San Francisco to live in the dingy-upstairs of an Irish bar.
Dad had money so he made a separate savings account for me. He would put a certain amount of dollars in each month. The account would be fully open to me on the day of my eighteenth birthday. Not wanting me to suffer an "unprivileged" life Mom had Dad give my uncle money to fix up the apartment above the bar and to furnish the place properly.
People called my uncle "Doc" so I became accustomed to calling him that. My first encounter with him was terrifying. My mom came with me to settle me in. It was the first time I had ever met the man. He seemed scared of me too somehow. He obviously worked in a bar so he probably didn't get the chance to be around children much. His turrets were a new concept for me – the man would spurt out "fuck" and "ass" and other things randomly. At first I thought he was directing those words at me, but I soon learned that he could not help it.
He loved me the moment he met me (he told me this later on my first birthday we would share together). I loved him too.
Doc had a good heart. He had no problem taking me into his home. The apartment above his business had a large living room space. Doc's bedroom was on one side of the apartment while my room was set up on the other. There was one bathroom upstairs but Doc started to use the bar bathrooms in order to give me more privacy.
I'm still surprised my parents thought this would be a good life for me. Boston was a good city but our particular area was rough. Once Mom had gone back to California, Doc filled me in on the "horrors" of Boston. He wanted me to be scared. But I became interested. I was forced to watch The Godfather with him – it was his way of showing me the reality of the mafia – but it actually became my favorite film. Doc didn't lose hope in his attempt to protect me from the big bad world.
I went to a public school that was a couple of blocks away. Walking distance. But Doc always walked me to school. Despite the looks that parents would give when he randomly yelled "Fuck!" Doc was always there in the morning to walk me to school and he was always there that afternoon to walk me back home. Somehow I became more attached to a man I had known for a few months than my own parents.
(Note: My parents and I kept in touch through phone calls and e-mails. The e-mails stopped first.)
It was in preparations for my eleventh birthday when I met the twins… Doc was putting up balloons and streamers with help from friends he had known for years in Boston. I had a few close school friends – but I considered the bar and the people who came to visit my family. I was sitting on a stool licking a lollipop when two men entered. They approached Doc first and introduced themselves: "Connor and Murphy MacManus." They were twenty-years-old and apparently fresh off the boat from Ireland. The young men had just settled into a building not far from the bar. "We were out lookin' for a drink," one said. It was Connor. I didn't believe it at first when I overheard that they were twins. Doc made friends instantly with them and introduced the guys to everyone. I was last for introductions.
Connor kissed my hand while the other one, Murphy, bent down and winked at me. He asked politely if it would be okay if he kissed me on the cheek. "Eleven's a good age, little lass."
I corrected him with, "Please don't call me that. 'Little lass' sounds like 'Little ass'…"
The twins laughed at me. But I laughed with them.
And I let Murphy kiss me on the cheek.
They were new to town obviously, but so was I. They became my friends and a part of the bar.
Within a year I was savvy with the bar's business. Doc didn't want me handling alcohol but he didn't mind me delivering drinks. Doc said I was the first McGinty's waitress.
Connor and Murphy were always around. They showed up every day on the weekend and a couple of days out of the week.
Doc was a good man, like I said, and such a man found himself responsible to care for his alcoholic-friends. Sometimes Doc had to leave for a night or two so Connor and/or Murphy would have to play baby-sitters. Connor and Murphy tried to talk to me about God and Catholicism a few times. I was a good listener but I always told them I didn't care for religion. When asked why, I would respond with, "My real dad doesn't love me. Why would a mythical, all-powerful being care?" They would comfort me. It worked. Most of the time.
I grew up in McGinty's. I grew up knowing the men that would soon be infamously known as Boston's "Saints."
I loved them both. I made what could be called a "mistake" by falling in love with one…
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Chapter One: Eighteen
Boston, Massachusetts. November 2, 1998.
Autumn was my favorite season. It's not that I didn't care for summer, but the heat in Boston was sometimes too tough to handle. The trees transformed into a mixture of reds and oranges. The air was crisp and cold, just the way I liked it. It was getting close to November sixth – my birthday – and I was getting pretty excited about becoming an official, legal adult. My friends thought that a tattoo would be the best way to settle it. But nothing could beat a night at McGinty's.
I was at a coffee shop with a few girl friends. They were chatting about the Winter Ball in December. Not caring for an event that was more than a month away, I was losing myself in a trance. My eyes carefully noted the cool breeze flowing in between the branches. The trees seemed to be welcoming autumn as much as I was. The wind and leaves hugged one another as if they had not seen each other in years. There were only a few trees left on Main Street but luckily someone had spared them in their construction of an outlet. I drank my hot cocoa slowly (I hated coffee) and heard the annoying bickering of the girls – "Well I wanted to wear the blue dress" or "It was my idea first to wear the strapless, white gown." I didn't want to be there. I wanted to go to the park and just lie in the grass.
Eric Beacon came strolling down the sidewalk. Suddenly the girls were all transfixed on him. The tall eighteen-year-old approached us with a wide grin. His hair was blowing against the wind. The dark-haired boy sat with us, next to me, and kissed me on the cheek. One of the girls, Madison, was obviously jealous of my boyfriend's open affection. I didn't share a word with Eric at first. He exchanged a few pleasantries with my friends. When his attention was on me he asked, "Plans tonight?"
"I need to finish up the paper for Simpson."
"Amy…" Eric sighed. "You've been losing yourself in schoolwork for a week now. It's time to calm down."
"Exactly," Cassidy, my tall blonde friend responded, "we know you're anxious about hearing back from Northwestern. You'll get in! Now come out with us tonight! Brianna's cousin can get us into that new club downtown."
"Sorry loves," I said. I began to rise from my cold chair and grabbed my school bad. "I still have to keep up my grades. But I have to go now. See you guys tomorrow – and be careful tonight."
My friends laughed at me as I scolded them. They were the types who would inevitably regret any stupid decision they made.
"Call me tonight?" Eric whispered as he rose to hug me.
"After my paper," I promised. I kissed him on the lips, trying not to embarrass him in front of the girls.
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The best part of my day was walking into McGinty's and expecting the whole lot to be there. Even at five o'clock they were all there preparing for the "heavy" drinking that would come later in the evening.
I stepped inside and awaited the howls.
Most of the guys from the bar raised their half-filled beers to me. They cheered to me and to my day. I always felt myself blushing when they did that. A few of the men's' wives were there too, which only meant that someone (or more) would be getting slapped tonight.
But my eyes went to the three men that I always looked forward to seeing.
Doc was wearing the gray button-up I had purchased for him during the summer. He waved at me and started to fix me up a Coke from behind the counter.
Down the row of men by the bar, I found Connor and Murphy MacManus ready to welcome me with open arms.
I always went to Connor first. He had a special way of hugging me. The beautiful dirty-blonde Irishman lifted me up from the ground, spun me, then would crack my back.
"Hullo dear Amy," Connor smiled. He was attired in the usual plain black T-shirt and worn jeans. "How was your day ta'day?"
"Long," I muttered.
It was Murphy's turn. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt. It was tight around his pecs and abs and I couldn't help but try and turn my eyes away so he wouldn't see me blush. I focused on the beauty mark on his face. Those blue eyes were calling to me…
He scooped me up in his arms the same way Connor did. But when I was able to reach his shoulders and bury my face into his neck, I could always feel Murphy placing a kiss on my cheek. When my feet were safely back on the floor, I took my usual position, sitting on Murphy's right thigh and joining in on whatever conversation was being held.
"So someone's havin' a birthday comin' up," Murphy announced. I rolled my eyes at him. "It's unfortunate… because I can't seem to rememb'a who it is that's turnin' eighteen…"
"Ooo could it be me?" I replied sarcastically.
"Right ye are Little Ass," Connor joked. I tried to smack him but Murphy held me back. His arms wrapped around me and there was no escape from his grasp. But I didn't mind.
"B-b-boys," Doc muttered, "for once ya need to treat the girl li-li-like an ad-d-d-adult."
"She's not an adult yet, Fuckass," Rocco said from down the bar. The long-haired (mafia) package boy held a drink to me. "But in a couple of days she's LEGAL!"
Some of the men joked and crooned cat-calls toward me. Doc, being his over-protective-self, threw ice at the group.
I remained amongst the group in silence. Everyone was deep in conversation – nothing actually important – but there were mostly jokes and insults thrown around.
Not realizing it, I had removed myself from Murphy's lap and made my way upstairs.
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I was sitting at the edge of me bed. My eyes were glued to the brochure of Northwestern I had nailed to the wall in front of me. The purple background reminded me of autumn. I wondered what Northwestern was like in the fall.
The footsteps towards my room didn't remove my focus.
Murphy was leaning against the doorframe of my room.
"Ye alright, love?"
I turned to stare at the man that I was too embarrassed to tell that I had had a crush on him since I met him.
"Just a lot on my mind." I realized I hadn't said much downstairs. Or at all, today. My mind did seem to be jumping around, however my main focus was on the intangible university.
Murphy did a motion that I was used to – he held his fist to his face, nudged his nose with his thumb, and tensed up. He knelt down to me and placed his hands in mind. His eyes had noted what I had been staring at.
"You're going ta get in," he reassured. Murphy squeezed me hand. "You're too brilliant and wonderful for them not ta have ya."
"Everyone keeps telling me the same thing…" I whispered. I suddenly became aware that I was fighting against very-anxious-tears. "All my friends are just worried about Winter Ball, Prom, the post-Graduation partying. All I can think about is that stupid letter coming in the mail – if it ever comes in – and I just-"
A soft sound came from his mouth. His "cooing" was meant to calm me down. Tears were burning in my eyes and they longed for escape, but I didn't want Murphy to see me cry.
"Amy…" Murphy whispered gently. "You are the most amazing girl I've met ya know. Even my oh-so-perfect mother would agree." He laughed. "I have the upmost faith in you. It's goin' ta be alright."
I was soon sliding off my bed to sit on the floor with Murphy. His arms wrapped around me and I felt his lips meet my neck.
"Want ta talk more about it?" Murphy asked.
I mouthed "No" since words couldn't come from my mouth at the moment.
Murphy nodded in understanding. I completely forgot I was wrapped up in his arms. My face soon became wet with the tears streaming down my face. The sleeve of Murphy's shirt was used to wipe my face gently.
It was this moment that I knew I was in love with him.
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The sixth of November came and went. I celebrated my birthday with friends and boyfriend. The party seemed unnecessary; Eric and my friend Lisa had joined forces in renting out a room in a community center. It looked as if my whole high school had received an invitation. I had spent the evening talking to different groups of friends, talking about plans after high school, and praying that Eric would notice my "sick" appearance and take me home early.
I seemed to zone out so much that the party was done with very quickly. Eric loaded the gifts people had left for me into his truck. He said he would wait until the weekend to bring them to McGinty's as to not have them stolen. Eric didn't care for Boston or its crime. He told me, "I want you to actually keep your gifts, so I'll drop them off this weekend and you can open them then." His college plans were taking him to Illinois too for he had already received his acceptance letter from Loyola.
Eric kissed me goodnight and I watched him drive away with my birthday gifts in the back.
A sigh of relief revealed itself. I stepped inside the bar and could feel the wave of "Happy birthday"s hitting me hard.
I was hugged and grabbed and literally passed around the room. The men who had watched me grow up kissed me on the cheek and handed me envelopes. When I was given to Rocco, the man teased Doc by pretending he was going to kiss me on the lips, but his unrealistic plan was thwarted when Connor playfully kicked him in the leg. Rocco lost his footing and fell on the bar floor trying to take Connor down with him.
Connor gave me the best birthday hug in the world. It was the first time this evening that I had actually felt a real hug.
The twenty-seven-year-old held me at the waist and called out, "Birthday girl's here! Everyone drink up!"
I was cheered too and heard the clanking of beer bottles in the background.
Murphy looked different to me tonight. Duh, it was because I was in love with the man. He was extremely sexy in my eyes and I couldn't tear away my gaze. I started to have dirty thoughts even when Murphy approached me to kiss me on the area beside my mouth. Oh, how I had longed to feel the touch of his lips on mine…
"Good evenin' love," Murphy winked. "And happy birthday."
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It was a fun-filled night of dancing. I loved dancing and I especially loved dancing with Connor and Murphy. Rocco was a blast too especially when he was trying to make Doc mad. At one point I seriously considered Doc planning to kill Rocco for making a motion around my buttocks.
While dancing with a man called Finch, I heard Connor and Murphy calling me back to the bar. I excused myself and trekked my way through a crowd of happy drunks. When I came to the bar I hopped on Connor's lap and gave him an inquisitive stare.
"We have a gift for ya," Murphy announced as he took a sip from his beer.
I clapped in excitement. I felt Connor grabbing something from his pocket and he handed me a dark blue velvet box.
My eyes widened. I could tell from the box itself that whatever it was that was inside was too much for Connor and Murphy's meatpacking job to afford.
I opened it slowly and became amazed at how the bar's light reflected from the white gold necklace. The long chain itself had crystal beads every few inches. The beautiful cross rested gently in my hands as I inspected the necklace. It was a fashionable rosary – and it was perfect.
I felt Connor take the necklace from my grasp. He clasped it around my neck and I touched the cross gently.
I hugged him suddenly. He was taken by surprise because I had been so forceful. Connor laughed and squeezed me lovingly. "Happy birthday, Amy, my love," Connor whispered.
My lips met his cheek and my eyes were soon on Murphy. My feet didn't even have to touch the floor as I leaped from one stool to another. Now in Murphy's lap I had my chance to show my gratitude as well. I kept repeating "Thank you" to Connor and Murphy. Murphy squeezed my shoulder and told me "Happy birthday."
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My anxiety about college hit an hour later. People were still partying in my name when it happened. I'm still not sure how it happened. I was so happy. But I was clutching the cross around my neck and I was nervous that someone would notice.
Without Doc paying attention, I had asked Rocco to bring me a few tequila shots. Doc had no real issue with drinking underage, but he knew how much I hated alcohol and was glad that I didn't have a taste for the stuff. But I needed something to calm my nerves…
Within a few moments I had taken my first shot of tequila. It had been the most disgusting thing to ever touch my tongue. The second and third shots soon came after. Before I knew what had happened, Rocco had lost count of the small glasses, and was handing me my sixth and seventh shots.
I started to laugh more. Dance more. The feeling that I was floating was enjoyable. In the back of my mind, I knew that I was drunk and that I should be smart and go upstairs before Doc or anyone else saw me.
Stumbling in my walk I made it appear that I had to use the bathroom.
I was soon running up the stairs to my bedroom. Dizziness hit. But I was able to find focus again. I was confused too. How much time had passed? Did I have two shots? Four? Or more…
Murphy was suddenly in view. He wasn't drunk; he was concerned. The man held me by the waist so I could find balance. But I found none. I realized that I was giggling like an idiot.
I'm not sure what Murphy was saying, I'm sure it was the usual: "Are you alright?" and "Have you been drinkin', love?"
I heard him crack a joke. I'm not exactly sure what he said but I laughed anyway.
I found those blue eyes again…
I was drunk but I still knew what I was doing. But I let it happen anyway…
I monkey-jumped Murphy. I had leaped into the air, wrapped my legs around his waist, and placed my hands on Murphy's shoulders. My lips crushed against his as he stumbled and hit the wall. I could feel him try desperately to get a better grasp of me. He seemed surprised by my strength as well.
My lips pouted when I pulled away due to his unresponsiveness to my kiss. Murphy looked almost fearful and embarrassed at what I had done. At that moment, I hadn't really cared.
But I thought I would try again. I felt my eyes water… my lips quivered… and I relaxed my legs around his waist. My feet were back on the floor but my hands had moved from his shoulders up to the sides of his face.
And this time he kissed me.
Words couldn't describe the wonderful sensation I felt. I felt small in his arms as he held me tightly. The kiss was desperate and I knew Murphy was struggling to not move his hands anywhere else than my back. His tongue found entrance in my mouth and I welcomed it… I pressed myself into his body – wanting to feel his whole body on mine.
My back was pressed against the wall and I realized Murphy had pinned me. But it was not in a kinky-rough-playful way. Murphy's eyes were studying mine. He released my body and took a step back.
I was trying to calm down myself. I suddenly hated myself for still being a virgin…
The rest is a blur. I awoke the next morning with a headache and I overheard Doc giving Rocco a hard time about giving me alcohol.
I didn't care about the punishment Doc would give me. I didn't care about my friends being upset that I had finally gotten drunk and it had been without them. I didn't care if Eric thought I had rather wanted to have fun at the bar than with him at the high school party.
I only cared about the fact that Murphy had kept what had happened last night to himself. Not even Connor knew, apparently. And Doc didn't know – which was the most important thing.
And I especially cared about the fact that he had kissed me in return.
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Author's Note: Done for now. If you guys like I will continue. Reviews much appreciated!