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TW: This chapter contains offensive language and acts that can be considered rude. Please remember this is a work of fiction and this type of behavior should not be considered acceptable at any circumstances.
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Rebecca turned her gaze first to her wrist caught in a fancy manicured hand, delicate but which held almost hatefully. Then she looked up from to see who her captor was.
Pattie Boyd's big blue eyes pierced her like daggers. She looked beautiful but, insane.
"Pardon?" was the only thing Becca could say. Surprisingly, her voice didn't break; it was firm, and she liked that. Behind Pattie, her decal was glaring at Rebecca, unfriendly. She must be her younger sister Jenny.
"Who the fuck think you are?" Pattie shouted again, spitting the words in Rebecca's face "You filthy foreigner, you think you can come from; God knows what stinky hole, and fuck MY MAN without consequences!?," She drawled her words and the blush on his round cheeks told Rebecca the girl wasn't sober or in her five senses at all. "I've been staring at you all night; you fucking slut and you won't think a horrible cunt like you is competition for me. Just look at you... you it seems you ran out of the jungle... You smell like a stable, just like horse shit." She yelled overcoming the music and capturing the attention of a few people. "Be aware guys. Maybe she stole some of your belongings, this bloody cheap thief. Stinky mexican, go back to eat tacos and ride donkeys."
"Hey, girl. It's obvious you're drunk, and you don't know me. Neither do I, so let's save all this. I don't want trouble here," Rebecca met her gaze, somewhat irritated, but understanding that Pattie was so intoxicated and she wasn't acting rationally.
From the corner of her eye Becca could see Paul and Ringo approaching to see what was happening.
"Fuck you! You and your stupid accent that makes me sick! LEARN TO SPEAK ENGLISH PROPERLY, YOU BlOODY CUNT!" Pattie screamed, holding her wrist tighter, which was beginning to hurt.
Rebecca rolled her eyes in exasperation. She wasn't going to fight for a man, even if he was George Harrison. Who does that?
"Yes, whatever," she turned to go away and forcefully remove her arm from Pattie's, which she managed for a moment, but the blonde took it again and pulled it back.
"I'm not done with you, cunt," Pattie screeched, hurrying to hold Becca so she could face her.
"Hey! Leave me alone!" Rebecca countered, pulling herself out of touch once more, which was in vain because it happened again, and Pattie managed to reach the bracelet Rebecca always wore.
And in the struggle Pattie pull it, breaking and dropping all the beads to the floor.
Rebecca froze when she saw what just happened, held a gasp, looked at her now naked reddish wrist, then looked up at Pattie who was astonished.
Behind Pattie her sister, who was just a teenager and was equally or even more intoxicated as her older sister, laughed derisively at the scene. Rebecca's face became pale. She was with a poker face, although her eyes radiated anger and hate.
"Opsi" said Pattie sarcastically.
Rebecca held her stare with hers defiantly. About to hit her with the whole fist.
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