Joey Lynch is the hotheaded hurler at Tommen College. He was the cold, “heartless” drug addict, everyone feared, envied and wanted. He was also the boy who stole your heart, and your boyfriend.

After the tragic housefire his abusive ass of a father set, killing himself and Joey’s mother. Johnny Kavanagh got all his siblings out before it started. You hated both his father, and his mother for not leaving that house. John and Edel Kavanagh took Joey, and his siblings in.

You were at their funeral, holding one of Joey’s brothers, Sean, and you stood next to Joey, who was dressed in a black suit. All of the brothers were wearing a black suit, while Shannon wore a black dress you lent her.

“Thirty-eight.” Joey whispered, holding onto the the small crucifix with his mother’s detail engraved on it. “She was only a baby.”

“I know, stud.” You whispered, reaching for his hand.

“I miss her.” He admitted, clenching his jaw when the tears started to flow. “I miss her so fucking much.”

“I miss my Ma.” His voice cracked, and choked out a sob.