Chapter 21: Irish Beatdown
The trio pulled up in front of Packie's house, they parked in the driveway and got out. "Okay, we knock on the door. When he answers. We rush in and beat him down." Michael told the other two. "And when we beat him down, I'll stomp a mudhole in his ass." Trevor said angrily. "Just don't kill him." Michael replied. They walked to the door, Franklin rang the bell while the other two stepped to the side. The door opened and Packie stood there, he had a bottle of Irish whiskey in one hand and a pistol in the other. "Hey, Franklin." Packie said with a drunken slur. The other two ran to Franklin, and the three rushed Packie. Trevor knocked the pistol out of Packie's hand and it slid across the floor. The three started beating Packie, but his cocaine and alcohol fueled rage made for a challenge.
Packie held his own against the two older men, despite Trevor's superhuman strength. Franklin picked up a bat and hit Packie in the head from behind, Packie fell to the ground. The three men started kicking Packie in his head and ribs, he started to get up when Trevor kicked him in the face. Trevor then mounted Packie and started pounding his face in, Packie knee'd Trevor in the groin. Trevor groaned and fell off Packie, who in turn got up and tackled Michael. Franklin grabbed Packie from behind and put him in a chokehold, Packie elbowed Franklin four times in the side. Franklin let go and held his side, he was sure his ribs were broken. Packie and Trevor stared each other down, Trevor ran towards Packie and hit him with a Superman punch.
Packie fell down, and Trevor picked up the bat. He started beating Packie with it, this proved to be too much for Packie, as the speed freak beating him up was too strong. Trevor continued beating Packie, who was a bloody mess at this point, Michael grabbed Trevor and Franklin took the bat. Trevor looked at Packie, who was groaning in agony. "You ever lay another hand on my daughter again, and I'll fucking kill you, you potato eating fuck!" Trevor shouted at Packie. Trevor then kicked Packie one more time in the torso, for good measure. The three walked out of the house, they got into the Tailgater and left the scene.
They drove back to the hospital, Michael parked the car and they got out. "He was more of a challenge then I thought." Michael said as they walked towards the hospital entrance. "Speed does that, trust me I know all too well." Trevor replied. "So, I wonder what's going to happen now." Franklin said as he lit a joint. "Well, if he is smart. He'll get the message, if not. We deal with him." Michael replied. "He's smart, but cocky. It's untelling what will happen." Trevor told the other two. They walked in the door, Franklin took a few hits before putting out the joint and following them inside. They walked to the elevator and went to the third floor.
The trio got off the elevator, Amanda and Tracey were in the waiting room of the ICU. "Michael. What happened to her?" Amanda asked Michael. "An asshole, who needed to learn. We handled it." Michael replied. Trevor walked over to the nurse. "Hey, I want to see Stephanie McReary." He told the nurse. "Immediate family only right now." She replied. "I am her father." Trevor told her. "Okay then, go on in." The nurse replied. Trevor walked in the back, he walked through three rooms before reaching Stephanie. She laid there in the bed, she was on a ventilator. Trevor sat and grabbed her hand gently, he sighed as he watched his daughter fighting. "I'm sorry, kid. I shouldn't have left you at the club." Trevor told her. "I should have been there for you, not just then. But your whole life. I should have been your father. I can't change the past or fix my mistakes, the best thing I can do is try now. I love you Steph." Trevor told Stephanie. She squeezed his hand back, Trevor looked up and she was still unconscious. But he knew, she was fighting and would make it.