Danny: Part Twenty-Six

This is the twenty-sixth part of a fiction serial, in 855 words.

McCarthy was very talkative in the car. “Call me Patrick, but never in school of course. I could tell right away you were interested, Daniel. You gave me the look, and that got me excited at the prospect of talking to you. That’s why I offered you the lift this morning”.

He also told me he had left his previous school and moved over one hundred miles to get away from possible accusations that might have destroyed his life. I was actually shocked at how much he wanted to tell me.

“There was a boy at my old school. You know how it goes, we liked each other straight off. He wanted me, and I felt the same. It lasted a year, until he was almost fifteen. He told me he loved me, and wanted to live with me when he could. I told him that could never happen, but I never realised he would hang himself once he knew that. People had seen me giving him extra attention at school, and they started talking about that. Before any trouble started, I applied to change jobs, and ended up here”.

I assured him I wouldn’t be killing myself over anyone, certainly not him.

“It’s easy to see you’re special, Daniel, it really is”. To confirm what we both knew was going to happen, he ran his hand up my leg as he said that, and licked his lips.

Once we got back to my house, he parked around the corner. Inside, I abandoned all pretence of offering him a cup of tea, and suggested we go up to my room.

Looking back, I have to be honest now. It wasn’t that bad. Much better than putting up with Uncle Brian, and lots of affection and tenderness, which was totally unexpected. In different circumstances, I could see how I might be quite happy with him. But the circumstances were not different. He was a teacher, and a horrible bastard teacher into the bargain. He liked me so much, he rang his wife and told her he was held up with reports at school. Then stayed for a second session, not leaving until almost seven-thirty.

After that first time, he was completly smitten. He left Dominic alone, and changed his teaching style completely. Some of the other kids at school were wondering how come he had suddenly become a nice guy. Only I knew the answer to that.

During that school term, I let him have his way with me once a week, keeping him keen. But he wanted more, and at weekends, when he could tell his wife he was attending various sporting events. When I told him he couldn’t come round at weekends because Uncle Brian would be home, he devised a plan. Renting a garage not far from where he lived, he took me there one Saturday afternoon.

To make sure that nobody saw him picking me up in his car, I had to meet him by a bus stop on the south side of town. That was when I discovered he lived nowhere near me.

Even if I had really wanted to get together with him, the choice of a rented lock-up was pretty seedy. Having sex in the back of his car lit by flourescent strip lighting was far from my idea of an affair. He tried to sweeten the pill by bringing along lots of snacks and soft drinks. As a health-freak, he didn’t drink alcohol, and that removed the Maria option.

But that garage gave me an idea.

To make it work, I had to convince him I was crazy about him. Given my experience over the previous three years, that was easy enough to do. I was so convincing, he even talked about leaving his wife when I was eighteen, taking early retirement on two pensions, and us moving in together once I was done with education.

Like Maria, vanity was his undoing.

I still had some of Brian’s unused vallium, and together with half of an old hosepipe from the garden shed, that was all I needed.

One Sunday afternoon, after a particularly passionate meeting in his car in the garage, I produced a two-litre bottle of coca-cola from a rucksack I had brought along. He gulped down almost half if it, flushed as he was, and had no idea it contained ten of Brian’s vallium tablets. I offered a second time, which he jumped at, but when that was over, he fell fast asleep in the back of his car.

Pulling up his trousers, I made sure three of the car windows were shut tight. Then I opened the back one above his head just enough to get the end of the hosepipe through. Once it was in place, I jammed his jacket into the gap, then placed the other end into the car’s exhaust pipe, wrapped in some rags I found in the old garage.

My last job was to start the car, leave the engine running, check that the fumes were filling the car, and then leave after closing the up and over door shut tight.

35 thoughts on “Danny: Part Twenty-Six

  1. (1) “That’s why I offered you the lift this morning.” I wonder what part of Danny’s anatomy Patrick McCarthy offered to lift?
    (2) McCarthy should have known what that boy at his old school would do when he began singing…
    ♬ Dang me, dang me
    ♬ I oughta take a rope and hang me
    ♬ Hang me from the highest tree
    ♬ Patrick, would you weep for me?
    [Note: I’m not related to Roger Miller.]
    (3) Bad citation; “Having sex in the back of his car lit by flourescent strip lighting was far from my idea of an affair. For one thing, the trunk of his Piaggio Vespa 400 cramped my style.”
    (4) McCarthy was a health-freak. He didn’t drink alcohol, and that removed the Maria option. However, Danny still honored Toni’s mother by singing “Ave Maria” as the fumes filled the car, knowing full well that Patrick would not sleep safely under his care.
    (5) Danny pulled up Patrick McCarthy’s trousers, but did he clean his teacher’s private parts? If not, the death would probably not be ruled a suicide.
    (6) Patrick McCarthy’s last words: “I feel exhausted.”

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    1. 5) Yes, I thought about that, and doubt Danny would have cleaned up. That’s why any ‘clean up’ was not mentioned. But his DNA is not on record, so he has no concerns about that.
      2) That song took me back. My dad had some Roger Miller records, and he used to sing along to that song.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Not sure you’ve given us any inclination as to whom his next victim might be. Maybe Maria’s husband will get out of prison and come looking for him?

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