In My Life I Love You More

Chapter Forty-Two

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            Josephina's POV

There were some difficult days, after the band broke up, but I made it my mission to not only keep John occupied/distracted, but to make sure that everything wasn't over.

  That I was still here and wouldn't let him be alone. This seemingly was workin, and at least I knew things weren't going terribly for John at least.

The one occasion I had spoken to Linda over the phone, she told me Paul was a mess. A depressed, unable to move out of bed, mess.

   My sympathies went to her, I knew what depression was like from my own experiences with it and I had no doubt, that Paul was making things hard for her, especially with their first child and Heather around.

I never got the chance to make contact with George and Ringo, John silently forbidding it, things were still to fresh to be reaching out yet.

As time progressed, John began to march to his own best like he usually did, keeping busy with his Plastic Ono Band and for a while, there were many good days. On his free days, John was practically a godsend, entertaining his family and simply content to sit with me and watch every new thing Grayson did.

  Those were the days I loved the most.

  But like those good days, when life was as it should be, there were dark ones. Ones where the weight of the band's breakup weighed heavily on John's shoulders and unforcentky, he verbally took it out on his wife.

   One particular stand-out was something that was entirely not my fault.

  I had been having a girls evening with Clara and a few friends I had made in London at a more popular nightclub in the city, only for the night to be interrupted when there seemed to be some kind of racial fight between some of the minority groups and English club goers.

   My friends attempted to shield me as we made our way to the door, but I in a shocking moment, has been grabbed by the back of my dress and yanked into a table, the food contents smearing over the front of my new dress.

  "Fucking Greaser! You're the one who fucked up thr Beatles!" A woman I didn't recognize spat before her palm met with my face.

  That led to Clara and the other girls to start pushing and shoving, and while I would usually try to avoid fighting, seeing a drink thrown in Clara's face was all it took for the Northern Californian girl inside of me to let loose.

          No One's POV

  Which ended with her and many others locked away in a holding cell at the police department.

  Calling John had been one of the most stressful events of her life and after a quick explanation, he sent a driver to pick her up. The car ride went faster than she would have preferred and she stared up at her expansive home that loomed over her while the driver drove off, leaving her no escape from her expectedly angry husband. 

  John was in the kitchen, a beer in hand that he was glaring at until his wife walked in and he watched her open the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of water.

"Hi baby." She greeted, touching his shoulder as she went by him to grab a glass.

  "Where were you, that you got arrested tonight?" John asked, pushing the beer bottle away from him. Josephina glanced at him over her shoulder and turned around to grab the water pitcher.

  "With Clara and the girls, I told you this already. What, is your mind already slowing down old man?" She teased, but her smile faltered once she realized that John was frowning at her.

  "Till eleven at fucking night?"

  "I don't understand where this anger is coming from..." Josephina was taken aback by his sudden hostility.

"You don't need to be out so late. How do I know you're at where you claim to be?"

  "And where exactly where would I be otherwise John?" Crossing her arms, Josephina raised an eyebrow at the man who scowled.

  "You tell me."

   "You have a lot of nerve, asshole." She muttered, turning to walk off but John held her arm.

  "What did you say?"

  "You heard me."

  "Don't piss me off this evening Josephina." His grip tightened.

  "Get your hands off of me John!" She ripped her arm away from him and he lifted his hand slightly, causing her to flinch away  and he stared at her.

  "You-you think I would hit you?" John's voice sounded strangled and she sighed.

  "It wasn't my fault John, do you think I wanted to be there? I've never been arrested in my life!" She pressed a hand to her chest, "I was so embarrassed and frightened....." Her voice cracked and she turned to leave the room but John caught her by the back of her dress, tugging her back over to him.

  "Did anyone hurt you?" He tilted her chin up, the anger seemingly having vanished and replaced with concern.

  "No, I'm okay. I got attacked by some psycho fan of yours though." She pointed to her cheek and John touched the brushing over the skin lightly.

  "I'm sorry Angel." John looked guilty, and she was quick to reassure him that it wasn't his fault.

  "I don't think it's working out here anymore."  John said once Josephina finished checking in on Grayson in the room next to theirs.

  "What do you mean?" She asked, climbing into the bed and snuggled against her husband's side and he let his arm fall around her shoulders.

  "London. Hell, England in general," John shrugged, absentmindedly playing with the strap of her nightgown, "you're never going to be safe here."

  "Where would we go? Back to California?" She asked, sitting up a bit more and John shook his head.

  "No, well, I mean, yeah we'd still keep the house down there, but I need to be closer to Europe......I've always fancied New York though..." John glanced at her and it was as though a Saint was looking out for her.

  "Speaking of New York.... There's something I've been meaning to tell you John....." She took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently.