Hey Judy

Chapter One

3rd POV

Paul was on his way to his friend John's house. It was a cold April morning in '64. The four Beatles had plans to meet up, but so far, Paul had not had a great morning.

For one, he'd overslept. He meant to wake up at 7:00 am, but had slept till 8. So he had no time to eat or have coffee. Why George was a morning person, he'd never understand.

Next, his car had broken down when he tried to start it, which meant he'd have to walk eight miles to John's house.

And finally, he was nearly tackled to the ground by screaming fans who were trying to tear his clothes off. So he now his pants were ripped.

He was just contemplating calling the whole thing off, when he suddenly heard whimpering coming from one of the houses in the neighborhood he was in.

He walked over to the side of the house to find a small girl who couldn't have been older than five. She had long black hair, was wearing a purple nightgown and blue socks, was sitting against the house, hugging her knees to her chest, and crying with her head in her knees.

Paul looked around to see if anyone was with her and saw no one. He slowly walked over to her and knelt down next to her.

"Are ye alright love?" He asked her softly.

She gasped and looked up at Paul with big green eyes.

"It's alright darling, I won't hurt you." He reassured her. "What's the matter?"

She chocked on sobs for a minute, trying to tell Paul what was wrong. "I-I... th-they h-hit-"

"Shh, it's alright dear. Just breath."

The little girl hugged Paul and buried her face her in his chest, sobbing even harder. Paul was taken a bit by surprise, but tried his best at calming the girl down. After a moment, she was seemed to be able to talk, but was still a bit tense.

"M-me dad hit me mum again. I tried to stop em, but he pulled me hair and hit m-me." She told Paul. It was then that he noticed the little girl was cradling her left wrist with her right hand.

"Does yer dad hit yer mum a lot?" Paul asked her gently, holding the girl in his lap.

She nodded, then said. "He's not really me dad, they're my foster parents. They told me again to never come back to 'em again."

Paul's heart broke for the young girl. He needed to help her, despite just meeting her.

"Have ye got a name love?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Judy."

"Well Judy, my name's Paul McCartney. Do ye want to come with me?" He asked.

She nodded. Paul picked the girl up and she raped her arms around him and buried her face in the crock of his neck.

"It's alright darlin. I'll take care of ye."

I hope I did alright on my first time doing a Liverpool accent. 😅 I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.