A Better Life (Beatles)

Chapter 7

Tiffany's POV

Me and the rest of the boys hesitantly followed John into the house. When we got inside we immediately heard him screaming.

"Why isn't she in jail?! She threatened to kill her daughter and she attempted it! Plus, she had knives in her possesion and used them to cause harm!" John exclaimed, face red with anger.

I could hear the man's voice on the other line speaking, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Whatever it was, it made John relax.

He waved his hand for me to come over, so I did obediently.

"Here she is. She'll tell you what happened." He said and handed me the phone.

I explained everything that happened, from the first beating to the murder scene in the back of the alley. I also told the officer where she lives.

"Thank you very much ma'am. I'll go check her out. And do me a favor. Tell your friend who talked to me that he could use some anger management." The officer said, making me laugh.

"Will do." I said and hung up the phone.

"John, the officer said you could use anger management." I laughed. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

"Let's watch TV!" George suggested quickly to keep John from exploding with anger.

I walked ahead to the living room and sat down on the couch. Once the boys walked in and Ringo's eyes widened.

"That's my spot! This means war!" Ringo exclaimed as he threw a pillow that was lamely sitting on the couch at me. I laughed and chucked the pillow back at him.

Thanks to my terrible aim, I hit John.

He gasped and threw his hand to his heart and faked pain. He picked up the same pillow and chucked it at me right before he fell to the ground.

I laughed at his idiocy and threw one pillow at Paul and one at George.

This was the beginning of an insane pillow fight.

It made my arm sting but I didn't care. I was not letting stupid knife wounds get in the way if having fun again.

I chucked a pillow at John's 'dead' body, which set Paul off.

"How could you do this? Don't hurt him when he's down!" Paul playfully exclaimed, dropping down to John's side.

I just laughed and threw a pillow at him, which hit him right square in the face. He groaned in pain and layed his head on John's stomach, 'dying' peacefully.

"Let's get food!" George exclaimed suddenly.

"How about pizza?" I suggested. George and Ringo were nodding their heads happily but Paul and John were still playing dead.

Ringo sauntered over to the phone and called the Pizza Palace. He ordered 3 pepperoni pizzas and 3 plain.

When he hung up I was able to hear dull laughter. I looked back and Paul and John and I noticed that it was coming from them.

"We look so stupid!" Paul laughed, using his arms to push himself off of John.

We all walked over to the kitchen and sat down at the counter, where me and Paul were secretly holding hands.

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"Yes Ringo I know your real name!" I exclaimed after he denied that I did. I had no clue how the conversation had turned to this, but I didn't mind.