Strawberry Fields Forever

Chapter 18

Alexs pov
John just stared at me, he was clearly in shock but i just turned away from him and began walking away from him.
"Alex wait!" John called after me, i just ignored him and then i saw Stu at the end of the corridor.
I smiled and waved as i made my way over to him
"Hey Stu" i said smiling
"Alright?"
"Yep everything's great"
I heard footsteps behind me, an' i turned around to face John.
"Listen, erm... I gotta go Alex, ill see you later" Stu said suddenly as he noticed John.
I sighed as he walked away leaving John and i alone.
"What do you want, cant you leave me alone" i snapped
"I need to talk to you Alex" he replied
"Well i don't want to speak to you, don't you get it John?-"
"Don't you ever stop moaning?" He questioned cockily before pushing his lips quickly into mine, my eyes widened.
Too be honest i missed John, i missed him already and its only been a day since we've been apart, i missed the taste of his soft, thin lips and the way he would run his fingers through my hair and i would do the same to him. I missed how we would joke around with each other... i just missed him.
We started to deepen when i heard someone cough behind us, i pulled away and turned around to see Stu there.
"Stu, i can explain!"
Then he held up his hand "save it, you clearly still have feelings for him" he said before he walked away
I looked at John with tears in my eyes and then ran away.
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I wanted to be with John but at the same time i wanted to be as far away as possible from him
Me and John have been through everything, from falling in love to falling out, from arguing and fighting to breaking up.
I was walking round Liverpool with my head down looking at my feet, i didn't feel up to going to strawberry fields, i just wanted to walk about and think things through.
"Hello Alex" i could recognise that voice from anywhere
I stopped walking and instantly looked up, seeing someone i hoped i would never have to see again.
I started backing away slowly in fear.
"Haven't seen you in a long time, how about you come home" he smirked
I shook my head frantically and turned around to run but before i could he grabbed my wrist.
"Let me go!" I snapped trying to pull away from him but his grip was strong
He looked at my wrist seeing lots of scars and cuts
"I see you still have a fucked up life, eh Alex?" He laughed
"Get the fuck away from me!"
"I'm your father, you shouldn't talk to me like that, i deserve some respect"
"Fuck off, your absolutely nothing to me! I hate you! You don't deserve any of my respect." I yelled loudly, which I soon regretted. My heart's usually consistent beating began to accelerate as he stepped towards me, his hands forming fists of rage. I shrank back back as far as I could to the brick wall behind me.
"Whose the lad I've seen you going around with eh?"
"Nobody to you." I said hoping he would back off, but I was wrong. He usually drownded his aggression on someone else, I tried to evade being near him after a trip to the pub. He had never tried or succeeded in seeking me out before, I needed to get out.
I tried to appear as strong as I could as I began to slide away with my back pressed against the cold bricks. I could sense the fury radiating from his drunken form.
I was nearly out of sight, I could feel his stare lessening, or so I thought
"You won't get away so easily this time!" He screamed hoarsely, while reaching out to me. I cringed at the thought of being touched by his fleshy hands. I shreaked as the hands wrapped around my waist and neck, starving me of breath. Time after time he hit me, leaving the warm coppery taste of blood on my face, some of which dripped into my mouth. Using an almost inhuman amount of strength, he thrust me to the ground. I wanted to scream for help, but I was still trying to catch a breath. A sudden stabbing pain erupted from my side which soon spread to my chest and legs. I felt my fathers boots kick me once more, my vision beginning to blur from the sharp pain.
After I was bruised and bloodied past I thought I could survive, I heard him breathe deeply, letting the adrenaline seep out and away from him. The boots that I now hated almost as much as the man who wore them, crashed against the cement as he strutted away.
"John..." I mumbled quietly,hoping that he would show up next to me and make me forget my pain.
I laid there for countless hours it seemed before someone passed by where I had gone limp.
"John?" I said again, louder. I heard footsteps approach me cautiously.
"Is someone there?" As the voice got closer it began to sound more familiar. I could almost see his dark hair, brushed back from his face.
"Paul" i said in an almost inaudible voice.
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I slowly opened my eyes, my body was aching. The pain was unbearable. i saw John, his eyes were all wet and red, you could tell that he had been crying.
I squeezed my eyes shut in pain as i turned over a little bit. All over my body i could see bruises, i touched my head where it was hurting, then seeing a smudge of blood on my fingers.
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Authors note- Finally managed to complete this chapter, big thank you to ilovethe60sand70s and CuteoreoV for helping me
I'm starting to feel like this story isn't interesting anymore and everyones getting bored of it :((