I've Just Seen A Face {Ringo Starr}

Chapter 7

She sniffles. "It, basically-" She was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Just ignore it love, someone else will get it for ye." I say and she nods. "I don't want to get married... You see my mother, she put me in an arranged marriage with-"

"WILLIAMS HERE POPPIE!" Brittany calls from downstairs. "Oh no.. i- i have to go." Poppie stands up and wipes her eyes. "Don't go, please." I hold her arm. "As much as I don't want to, I have to he- he-" She sighs and walks out of the room. "Poppie-..." I follow her. She walks downstairs and looks at William. "Hello darling, you didn't call to say you were coming to visit." She smiles. I stand on the bottom step watching. "Did you try the cake samples?" He asks her. "I just got home, I didn't know there was any here-" He grabs her arm and looks at me then let's go. I glare at him.

"May I speak with you Poppie, alone?" He looks at her. "I-" she gulps. "Yes of course ... Right this way." She blinks and looks at me pleadingly and walks upstairs and into her room, William following close by.

Brittany lights a cigarette. "Are you not going to do anything about this?" I ask. "About what?" She smokes. "The fact Poppie doesn't want to get married? About how she's in a bloody arranged marriage?" I say. "Ohhhh that." She shrugs. "Can't do much about it can I? She barely even opens up to me, to anyone. Plus they are happy together, so what if he hit her a few times, she's a bitch that's why."

I clentch my fist. "He hit her?" I ask. "Yes, and God knows what else, I don't know I hear a lot of stuff going around." She walks up to me. "Some girl told me that she had a miscarriage." She whispers to me. My eyes widen. "Mhmmm I wouldn't bother getting involved Ringo. Anyway." She runs her fingers down my tie. "She's a big old bore." She smokes. "I'm more fun." Brittany winks at me then walks away.

I sigh and walks upstairs but when I get to the top I hear a moan. "William pleasee- mmm fuckkk!" I hear Poppie moan then it goes muffled. "Shut the fuck up you slut." I hear a slap and Poppie yelp. I walk to the door then stop. I couldn't interrupt them. God knows what he would do if I walked in. "S-stopp-" I hear her cry.

"Oh you can take it up the arse when you're doing your little prossie shit but can't handle me?" I hear William say then a bang. I go to open the door.

"Alright mate?" John asks me and I jump. "John-" I look at him and back away from the door. "Ye know ye ain't supposed to go in there." He says. "I know it's just. Her fiancé.. I'm pretty sure he's raping her in there."

"What? Lemme fucking have a look." John walks over. "John no-" he swings open the bedroom door and the horror I saw. Poppie laying on the bed unconscious and bleeding from the head and William zipping up his pants. "What the fuck did ye do to her?!" John shouts and grabs his collar.

"Fuck off poorman." William shoves him. "Ritch, take Poppie out of the room." John says as he glares at William. "Y-yes." I say and run over and pick up Poppie then take her to my room.