Chapter 5

The whole pub went silent and stared at Kathleen. The boy singer looked a bit frightened at first, but then jumped down off the stage and made his way toward Kathleen. "Kitty! I found you!" He tried to embrace her, but she shoved him away as hard as she could. "How DARE you Patrick!" She said, shoving him again. "But, but Kitty me love, me band and I traveled all the way from Ireland to find ye," he said, trying to calm her down.

"I thought I made it clear to ye that I never wanted to see you again when ye tried to get rid o' me Owen," She hissed. He looked straight into her eyes as he spoke, "Owen was no good for ye. He didn't deserve such a lovely lass." Kathleen was taken back. "Was! Didn't! I'm still his Patrick! I'm goin' back to my love someday!" Her fists clenched and her eyes narrowed. How dare he show up after what happened in Ireland two months ago and try and win her back.

Two months earlier- McAllister's pub

Owen and Kathleen walked into McAllister's hand in hand, tonight the live band was playing and the two always went together to hear the music. Kathleen squeezed Owen's hand harder when she caught a glance of who was on stage singing- Patrick O'Carolan, the boy who had been trying to get her to fall in love with him for the longest time. They used to only be close friends, but when Kathleen met Owen, Patrick changed. He began threatening Owen and leaving offensive notes on Kathleen's doorstep. Kathleen tried to guide Owen out the door of the pub with her, but before she could make it, a hand grabbed Owen's shoulder and spun him around. "What're ye doin' here wanker!" Patrick yelled in Owen's face. Owen shoved Patrick off and gave him a death stare. "Ye wantin' to fight, eh?" Patrick took a step forward and hit Owen on the side of the face. Kathleen slapped Patrick, "You leave him be!" She shouted at him. Patrick lifted a fist, but Owen tackled him before he had the chance to use it.

The fight went on until Mr. McAllister cam and broke it up. By this time Kathleen was nearly in tears watching Owen get hurt so badly, but there was nothing she could do. Patrick was strong and she was but a frail girl. Patrick had Owen pinned on the ground when McAllister grabbed him in a headlock, pulling him off the other boy. "I never want to see the likes o' you in me pub again ya bowsie!" He shouted in Patrick's face, "Get out o' here and never let me catch you around Kitty or Owen again!" He practically threw him out the door. Patrick's band had left just as the fight started. Owen had a bloody nose and bruises all over him. Kathleen was furious, and the last time she had ever seen Parick was when she approached him one day, gave him a black eye and yelled in his face never to come near her again.

"Owen killed himself after ye left, Kitty," he said with no trace of sensitivity in his voice. Kathleen's eyes go big, and she tackled him to the ground in a fit of rage. She beat him and yelled at him, calling him exactly what she thought he was. The greasers rushed over to her and Darry grabbed her off of Patrick. "I don't believe you! You're nothin' but a lier Patrick O' Carolan!" "It's true Kitty. This note was found in his house before they found the body in Lake Killarney," He handed her a hand-written letter . . .