Love rhymes with hideous car wreck
While the two lovebirds were dancing in Central Park, acting as if they didn't have a care in the world, two pairs of eyes stared intently at them.
"Should we go an' burst der bubble?" one pair asked to the other, who was leaning on a wall in a dark alley.
The other pair took a deep breath and exhaled, watching his breath in the air.
"Naw. We'll deal wit da boy when dey go. Let 'em have der fun fo' a while," he said back.
"But Mike said," the other began, but was cut off abruptly.
"Mike don't see da joy in his little girl's eyes. Believe me, if he was here, he'd agree wit us," he said back sharply.
"Den why are we doin' dis?" the other asked. He heard a sigh come out of his companion's mouth.
"Don't question my authority, Jimmy," he said, sounding exasperated, "Besides, look. Dey're partin' already. Pretty soon, we'll deal wit dis boy an' make sure dat he don't touch a hair on her head."
"Shouldn't we tell Mike first, Colbe?" Jimmy asked. Colbe stared at him with his intense grey eyes.
"Naw, Jimmy," he said softly, "No."
"I gotta woik early at da docks tomorrow, babe," Jack whispered into her ear. For the past twenty minutes, they had been dancing in Central Park, embracing each other and never letting go.
"Why?" she whispered, sounding like a little girl asking a question she already knew the answer to.
He laughed. "Cause I gotta make a livin'."
She let go of him. "I know," she whispered, sounding meek, "It's just that I…"
He put a finger to her lips to silence her. "I know babe," he said softly, "I feel da same way."
She stood on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back and slowly pulled away.
"Goodnight, doll face," he said. She smiled at the use of his pet name for her.
"G'night, stud," she said back. He smiled at her and began his walk towards his apartment.
As he soon approached the first of many dark alleys, he began to feel uneasy. As if someone was watching him.
Before he knew what was happening, he felt someone wrapping arms around him and pulling him into the alley.
"Good Evening, Sir," a smooth voice said to him. "We're here to ask you a few questions."
Jack began to fight the arms that held him back, but they were too strong.
"Whadda want?" Jack said, his impatience growing.
The voice laughed. "We want to ask you about your intentions with Miss McDermott,"
it asked.
"What is it that you are planning to do with her? Does her father know this? Does her father know you," it began to ask. Jack could sense the voice circling him, waiting for his response. Jack didn't know what to say, other than the truth.
"I love her. I'd neva hurt her and no, her fada don't know about me. Unless she told him herself," he said. For his answer, he received a punch in the stomach.
"Where Mr. McDermott is from, you and Miss McDermott would be in a great heap full of trouble," the voice said calmly. "Courtin' behind her father's back. What kind of man are you, Jack Kelly?" the voice said, anger hidden behind it.
Jack was amazed. How did this person know Jack's name?
"Well, answer me!" the voice said, anger obvious in its words.
"I'm a man dat loves Erin McDermott, wheder or not her fada knows or cares," he said. Once again, Jack received another punch in the stomach.
"Are you saying that Mr. McDermott is an uncaring father?" the voice asked. Before Jack could answer, he received another punch and a kick in the knee, leaving him on the ground.
He felt the owner of the voice lean down next to him. His warm breath caressed Jack's ear.
"We'll only be giving you this one warning, Jack Kelly, stay away from Miss McDermott or suffer the consequences," it hissed as Jack laid huddle in a fetal position from his recent blow to the knee.
And once again, before Jack could say anything, he heard footsteps walking out of the alley.
Erin opened the door quietly, hoping not to wake anyone. Luckily, she would be returning at this time even if she was at work. As she walked through the quaint apartment, passing her sleeping siblings in the living room, she saw a light on in her kitchen. A sudden feeling of fear swept through her before she heard his voice.
"Erin Katherine McDermott, what a pleasant surprise," her father's voice said calmly. Erin appeared in the kitchen doorway to see her father sitting at the kitchen table in his sleeping garments, with her mother standing behind him. He looked up at her, his blue eyes that so keenly matched her own.
"Hello Da, Mom," she said. She tried her best not to sound nervous, but she knew that her father could hear it.
"Erin, do you know what time it is?" her father asked. She looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it wasn't the time that she usually came home. It was almost three in the morning.
"Three o' clock in the morning, Da," she said softly. She looked down at her feet. She knew that her father knew about Jack. Why did it have to happen so soon?
"Erin, I'm suspecting you know that I know about your little beau, am I correct?"
he asked. Erin nodded her head, trying not to cry. She didn't want her and Jack to end. It was too soon. Far too soon.
"What have you to say for yourself?" he asked. She felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She knew if she told her father the truth, she would be sorry. She had felt her father's wraith before and she was in no mindset to feel it again.
But if she lied, she would never see Jack again. And she couldn't. She just couldn't. He was too dear to her to loose.
"I love him, Da," she said, tears flowing freely down her face. "I love him more than I have ever loved a boy."
A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. I had finals and then I had swimming and then I had an ear infection and yeah. But its summer and I will make time to update more. The song title is by the Blood Brothers. I have a wide taste of music, so there will be a variety of titles.
About reviews. Better, but as my dad says, "there's always room for improvement."
Just review and I might put forth more effort to update more. But I've already said that before.