Daniel's Story

Paul Kelly

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This fantastic new eBook from well-known author Paul Kelly will make an excellent addition to any fiction-lover's digital shelf. Featuring strong characters and plots which draws you into Kelly's worlds, reviewers have been recommending his titles for years. This latest addition to his catalogue of successes is sure to be another winner.

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 24 avril 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781661796
• Langue: English

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Title Page
DANIEL’S STORY
By
Paul Kelly



Publisher Information
Daniel’s Story
Published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Paul Kelly
The right of Paul Kelly to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.




Synopsis
Daniel was tall, dark and handsome; the type of young man that any woman would find attractive. He was also a talented musician and played the violin beautifully, so naturally, Rene fell in love with him and wanted to marry him. Rene was a pretty girl; an artist and very talented also, but she was never cut out to be a housewife and after she fell pregnant with Daniel’s child, Dillon, she realized that the handsome musician in the bow tie and tails, just wasn’t sufficient for her needs and she left Daniel, amicably enough, but it left Daniel with serious health problems and the doctors discovered that he had multiple sclerosis, which was attributed to his stress at the break up of his marriage, as Rene felt she could not care for Dillon on her own and left that responsibility to Daniel
This, you would think, would have made Daniel’s music impossible to sustain, but Daniel’s love of his music helped him to overcome the disability and he taught at a well known public school, where the little boy Dillon was cared for most of the time as a boarder, helping Daniel to carry on with his life.
It was when he met Frieda, a woman of Austrian extraction, who like himself was a trained musician and played the piano with great skill, that he fell in love and wanted to marry again. His friends warned him that Frieda was not the type of woman who would make him a good wife, but as with anyone who falls in love ... you can only see what you want to see and nobody could tell you otherwise.
Daniel married Frieda and they planned to play their music together as a duo. He on the violin and she accompanying him on the piano, but as with any love affair, there is always some ‘fly in the ointment ...’ Frieda didn’t want children and she hated the little boy Dillon.
In time, Frieda became tired of the relationship and handed Daniel a note one morning before she left the marital home, telling him that she did not love him any more and that she was leaving him for another man. Daniel was heartbroken and remembered what his friends had told him about the woman he thought had fallen in love with him. It transpired that she too had been married before, but only for a very short time and that she fleeced her young husband for every penny he had.
As time went on, Daniel went through a second divorce court, only to find that Frieda was doing the same to him as she had done to her first husband and he had to pay thousands of pounds to be free of her. This stress also aggravated his physical condition and he fell ill with worry.
***
But a third woman came into Daniel’s life, even if by this time he was wary of love ...
He could accept Alison as a friend but nothing more, if regretfully, Alison was the only woman who ever really loved him, regardless of his MS. and had Daniel met her before he became involved with his two wives, his life story could have been very different.
Alison truly loved Daniel and she loved little Dillon too.
In the court hearing at the divorce Frieda told how Daniel had beaten her and was cruel to her in so many ways, which was a pack of lies, but that was the way she made her living. Wasn’t it ironical that Frieda had such a hatred of cruelty and of being treated so badly by her two previous husbands and yet she in time found a man who was not only ugly, twice her age . . . and who treated her like muck and beat her savagely.
She relates to a friend that she could only be happy with a man who was strong and who made her feel like a woman ... which if she could interpret her own feelings and desires, she wanted a man to debase her and knock her about and only then, would her appetites, (whatever they were would be satisfied.) and wasn’t it ironical that her ‘appetites’ were the instruments by which she should meet her untimely and cruel death.



Chapter One
"You've spilt your coffee," she said as she bent down to mop up the mess that Daniel Roberts had created on the floor beside his table. "Are you alright?" she went on, looking at Daniel as he sat with his head in his hands. He looked up at the waitress after a short while and she could see by his eyes that he had been crying. "Are you alright?" she enquired again, but Daniel hardly saw her through misted eyes as he sighed heavily and lowered his head again.
"I'm O.K." he moaned, "I just want to be left alone."
The waitress looked about her. There was no-one else in the cafe.
"I don't like to see you like this," she said, "Please let me help you. I think you must be in some trouble and ..."
Daniel shot his head into the air and stared wildly at the waitress as she looked on with concern in her eyes.
"I'm alright, he said ... Didn't you hear that? Are you deaf?"
"I'm sorry if I have upset you. I didn't mean to do that. My name's Alison ...Alison Ford. I'm a waitress here. If I can help, please call me," she said as she turned away and left Daniel sitting awkwardly on his chair with one arm slung across the table.
"I'd like another coffee, please?" he called out and Alison turned round to face him again. She stood beside him for a second before she took out her pad.
"Anything to eat?" she asked and Daniel shook his head.
"Just the coffee, if you don't mind . .." he groaned, "and I'll try not to spill it this time."
Alison smiled, but as she was about to walk away, Daniel dried his eyes and called out after her.
"Black with only a little sugar. My name is Daniel ... and thanks," he said, but Alison seemed to ignore him as she went into the kitchen to bring him the coffee he wanted, returning a few minutes afterwards with his drink and sitting beside him at his table.
"Black with a little sugar," she said and hesitated before she went on, "I didn't mean to be intrusive. Only you are the only one left here and it is past closing time and I thought ... well, I thought you were drunk when I saw that you had spilled your drink. Sorry."
Daniel smiled weakly and Alison looked relieved,
"I am the one who should be sorry," he remarked, stirring his coffee as he spoke, "You see, I have had a rather a troublesome time in the past few weeks ... well in the past few years, I should say. I am sorry if I appeared rude."
"I have broad shoulders," she said and cocked her head to one side as Daniel looked into her eyes.
"Thanks, but no thanks. It is something that wouldn't interest you and besides, I will have to get through this time by myself and I think I can only do that on my own."
"A trouble shared ..." she went on as Daniel sipped his coffee, but he put one hand in the air and shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you? ... "I'm sorry I have no right to ask you anything of that nature," he said as he stood up to leave the cafe, "and anyway, as you have said, you should be closed by now. I'll be off and thanks again for your concern."
"If you can hold on for just a few minutes, I'll come with you. I have to close the cafe and I should be going home myself anyway."
Daniel stood still and looked about him.
"Going home?" he said and raised his eyebrows in despair. "Going home ... Nice expression if you can mean it," he said and Alison rushed off to get her coat before she locked up the premises, but even if it had only been a few seconds to get her coat, when she returned Daniel had left the cafe. She rushed out, closing the door quickly behind her, just in time to see Daniel about to turn into a narrow street, not far from where she worked.
"Wait," she called out, "Wait for me please ... "I don't like walking home in the dark and ..."
At that moment, Daniel returned to her view and she turned the key in the cafe door before slipping the key into her coat pocket.
"Do you live far?" she asked, "I can walk with you if you like and as I've said, I don't like walking alone in the dark."
Daniel stretched out his hand to her as she rushed towards him.
"How far have you got to go?" he asked, but she dismissed his enquiry with a question of her own,
"Never mind about me," she said, "I'll be alright. I only have a short walk from here, but you ... how far do you have to go?"
Daniel looked down at the ground and did not answer as Alison slipped her hand into his as they walked , but he pulled away from her.
"I don't have far either," he said, "but I'll see you home first and then I'll make my own way."
Alison gripped his hand, almost as if by fear.
"But will you be alright?" she asked, "It looks as though it might rain and I know you were upset about something when I spoke to you in the cafe."
Daniel looked at her as she spoke, but there was a deadly pale; almost deathly look on his face in the moonlight and as Alison was about to speak to him again, he put his forefinger to her lips.
"I'll see you home and I'll be alright," he said and they walked on together in silence until Alison told him where she lived at Randolph Gardens.
"I wish you'd come in for a hot drink or s