Mysterious Boy - McLennon

25.

(A/N- Longer chapter for Sam <3)

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The next day, Paul didn't get out of bed. He couldn't, however, at 10am, Paul woke up to an unfamiliar female voice. He was so out of it, his whole body aching in sheer pain. 

Who...Who's voice...

"Paul?" 

"M...Ma'...?" His eyes were still closed, and deep down he knew that voice was not his mothers. But it was worth a shot.

"No." She laughed, fondly. "It's your aunty Helen, love."

Paul's eyes shot open at the mention of her, and he made sure his arms and legs were hidden. he had no idea what she'd say if she saw those bruises. the movement of them ached him.

"What time is it?" Paul asked, his voice rough.

"10am." 

"10am?!" He yelped.

Where was Mike? He darted his eyes around the room and there was no sight of the young boy.

"Mike... Where's Mike?!" Paul panicked, and the short bleach-blonde haired woman gently shushed him. 

"Sh, darling..." She soothed. "He's at school."

"Did... Did you take him?"

"Mhm." Helen nodded. "Your Da' called me around two hours ago, asking if I can stay home with you for the day and take Mike to school... He said he has to work until 3."

Liar... Fucking Liar...

That's what Paul so desperately wanted to say. He wanted to shout out how much his father had hurt him. He wanted to tell her how evil Jim was. How much of a goddamn hypocrite!

But his throat felt dry.

"W-Water..." 

She nodded immediately, pursing her pink lipstick covered lips as she rose from her knees to her feet.

"Of course." The woman made her way out of the room and into the bathroom. He heard the tap start up, and before he knew it she was walking back into his room again. "Your Da' told me about your fall..." She spoke as she knelt on the floor again.

"Thanks..." He muttered, slightly raising his hand from the sheet to take the glass.

He sipped as she spoke.

"He said you went with a bang, just after he got in. Said that the nurses at casualty took a look at the injuries, and told me you just need bed rest."

"Yeah..." 

If Jim had taken Paul to A&E, then the boy must have been either asleep or incredibly fucking high as he did not remember that at all.

He saw his phone flash at the side of him.

"Who is it?" He asked, closing his eyes.

"It's... Uh..." She picked up the small device, trying to see through the smashed glass. "Snapchat... JLennon9?"

"Oh... Yeah."

"Anyone special?" She asked, placing his phone back on the side, along with his glass.

"Yeah... My- My uh, boyfriend." He spoke hesitantly, looking away from her as he did.

"Is he nice?" Was all she said, in a chirpy tone.

"Yeah. Very..."

"That's great, love." She was smiling. "What's his name? Oh! Is he cute?"

"Well..." He couldn't help but smile at her giddyness. "He's cute, handsome... And his name is John."