Something About You – Part 34 by ShellyLynn

Republisher’s Note: In my opinion Manny kept apart by other evil people has now gone on for far too long. It’s much better when their own angst keeps them apart and I’m getting a little tired of Evil Bill. I know people recent him for criticisms of Manny because Danny wasn’t Bill, but this is a bit much. Sensitive eyes may want to skip the Bill scene at the bottom. Anyway read away for more evil Bill and Manny pain, but don’t worry too much because Maureen (who DOES love Danny just like Michelle always said she would) has declared war.

Something About You – Part 34 by ShellyLynn

Danny walked slowly up to the doorway of his apartment and stuck the key in the door. These were not the circumstances he envisioned coming home under tonight. He had every intention, every plan to come home engaged, preparing to marry the woman of his dreams. Instead, he was met with the knowledge that she was planning to marry someone else. The knowledge that he was returning, in every sense, alone came crashing down on him with tidal wade force as he turned the key and pushed open the door.

“Danny!” Mikey bounded across the room and latched onto his leg as soon as he walked through the door, giving him a huge smile.

“Hey munchkin,” Danny gave the young boy a half grin before lowering his voice in mock scolding. “I thought you were supposed to be in bed.”

“He wouldn’t go to sleep, he wanted to wait for you to get home,” sixteen year old Elizabeth smiled, walking into the room and addressing him. “I did manage to convince him to lay down on the couch while he waited though,” she smiled, ruffling the boy’s dark curls.

Mikey turned his head and gave her a dirty look. He may have been a child yet, but it wasn’t hard to notice how much sweeter the girl was when his uncle was around.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and paying her. “Thanks for baby-sitting.”

“It’s no problem, Danny,” the young girl giggled, obviously attempting to flirt with him. Had it been under any other circumstances, he probably would have found it amusing, maybe even cute, but right now, all he wanted was for her to leave so he could go to bed, maybe even lose himself in the bottle of champagne he never opened earlier. After all, there really wasn’t anything to celebrate.

He knew that he had made a pact with himself never to bring alcohol into his home. In fact, with the exception of a few glasses of champagne here and there in the past month, he hadn’t drunk at all in almost four years. At that moment however, the urge to get lost in the alcohol was stronger than it ever was, even when he used to drink frequently in his younger years. He was beginning to understand what it must have been like for Pilar and why she had found the attraction of the drugs and alcohol to be so seductive.

Mikey grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch, climbing up and then patting for Danny to sit down next to him. “Why you so sad?” he small child asked as his uncle flopped unceremoniously into the space beside him. “Did Ichelle say no?”

“No,” Danny sighed, looking into the innocent brown pools of his adoring nephew. “I didn’t get to ask her.”

“You can ask her tomorrow,” Mikey said matter of factly, as if the course of action were obvious, even to his young mind.

“It’s not that easy,” Danny sighed, running his fingers through his curls, making a mental note to get them cut again. “I can’t just find her and ask her.”

“Why not?” the child asked, not understanding the difficulty. “You can call her. Don’t you want to marry Ichelle anymore?”

“Of course I do, my feelings for her have nothing to do with it,” Danny told him.

“Does she not love us no more? Did I do something wrong? Is she mad at me? I promise I’ll make it better, I apowize for being bad, I didn’t mean to spill the ice cream on her floor,” Mikey said, his words coming out as fast as his lips could form them. Danny looked at him sad and stunned, he wondered what he meant about the ice cream, but decided now wasn’t the time to worry about something so small in the total scheme of things.

“None of this is your fault,” Danny said, pulling the young boy to sit on his lap. “Michelle still loves us. There are just some things going on that you don’t understand,” Danny tried.

How do I explain what is going on to a child? How do I make him understand that the woman we both adore may be gone from our lives forever? How do I convince him that it’s not his fault that yet another person in his life that he loves is leaving him? Am I capable of finding a way to make this right for him? Is it even possible?

“Expane it,” Mikey insisted, sitting forward in his seat as he waited for his uncle to share his wisdom with him.

“Explain,” Danny absentmindedly corrected, “and I don’t know how. No matter how I try and tell you what’s going on, I don’t think you will understand.”

“You think I’m a baby,” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms across his little chest and climbing off of his lap, tears immediately springing to his tired eyes as he moved to the end of the couch.

“No, I don’t,” Danny argued, moving down to sit by him again. “The reason you can’t understand is because I don’t even understand it myself.”

“You don’t?” Mikey questioned, rubbing his red eyes with his small fists.

“No,” Danny reaffirmed, “I don’t. Why don’t we go to bed now and we’ll talk some more in the morning?”

“Will you tuck me in?” he asked, looking up with adoring eyes.

“Sure thing,” Danny smiled genuinely, for the first time in it seemed like forever. He couldn’t believe how quickly the day had gone from being one of the best of his life to one of the worst.

He stood up from the couch, lifting Mikey along with him and carrying him to his child size bed. “I have to say my prayers,” Mikey squirmed off the edge, kneeling along side his bed as he rested his arms on top. “Dear God,” he began, “Please help Uncle Danny to stop being so sad and please help him to bring Ichelle home to be my mommy.”

Danny began to argue that she would actually be his aunt, but held back as the boy continued. “Woger said that everybody has to have a mom and since I don’t have one, I’m stupid. I want Ichelle to come marry Uncle Danny and be my mommy. I know that isn’t something kids are supposed to ask for, but it’s weally important. I’ll even give you all the money in my piggy bank if you want it. I just wanna have a weal family like all my friends do.”

Danny’s eyes teared up at the boy’s heartfelt plea, “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to bring her back. I have to, for all our sakes.”

Mikey climbed into bed and Danny knelt down beside him to tuck him in. “Good night munchkin,” he told the boy. Suddenly, Mikey sat forward and wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck. “Don’t be sad. It’ll be okay. My mama is going to take care of us, remember, she’s watching from heaven.”

“Yeah, she is,” Danny smiled halfheartedly, remembering all the times that he used to tell Mikey that it was okay because no matter what happened, his mother would always watch out for him and take care of him. It seemed like a lifetime ago, yet was in reality on a couple years. He couldn’t help but think about how hollow those words seemed to him now.

“Good night kiddo,” he smiled, standing up and walking out of the room. He looked over at the bottle sitting on the countertop, but decided to pass and go to bed. Even if he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, the alcohol would add extra problems that he didn’t want to deal with right now. All he wanted was to close his eyes and wake up with Michelle by his side, proving that this whole day was really just a nightmare. Somehow though, he didn’t think he would ever be that lucky.

* * * * * *

“Bill?” the woman said as she walked through his apartment in her robe. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“Don’t you get tired of prancing around here in that gettup,” he laughed harshly, his speech obviously slurred. “Or are you too much of a slut to find anything better for yourself?”

“What?” she asked in disbelief, “Honey, why don’t you come to bed and sleep that off. You’re going to have a bad hangover in the morning.”

“Bed is a great idea,” he said, standing up and pushing her roughly against the wall.

She groaned as her head hit the wall, “Bill,” she tried to push him away as he began kissing her neck and tearing at her robe, “Stop it.”

“Isn’t this what you want, baby?” he laughed, reaching down and pushing a finger inside her, bringing tears to her eyes.

“You know it isn’t,” she cried, trying to push him away. “You’re wasted. Let me go.”

“Come on, this is the only thing you are good for,” he laughed.

She slapped him hard across the face and managed to free herself when his hand left her body in his reaction. “You bastard.”

“Come on, you didn’t think I really loved you, did you?” he laughed, “Oh, you did. Sorry.”

“You will be sorry when I get through with you,” she said, pulling her robe tight around her and heading off to get dressed. He grabbed her arm and stopped her as she attempted to make it into the bedroom.

“If you say one word,” he told her, “You’re as good as dead.”

“Ha,” she laughed, her own anger coursing through her.

“She agreed to marry me,” he stated, obviously proud of himself. “And once we are married, no one will ever get the best of me again. So I’d watch your mouth little lady or you’ll end up on the wrong side of a very powerful man.”

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