Nowhere Boy

Chapter One

July 5, 1991

John Lennon was ten years old. Wise for his age and had the mouth of a sailor. He was rather small for his age, but you didn't want to mess with him. He was an angry boy who had no friends. He was currently standing outside the front doors of a children's phycology center. He was going into a meeting with other kids who had similar issues like his own.

His mother was making him come, as if she didn't know why he was angry and bitter. He was because of her new boyfriend. He was always yelling at John, telling him what to do and what not to do. John was only a child, he couldn't have the pressure of going to school all day and then coming home to an unsafe, abusive environment.

Bobby wasn't physical with him, he just yelled a lot. Well, he was physical with him sometimes, but nothing too out of control.He expected John to get perfect grades and be the perfect child, but John couldn't be. John didn't know how to read very well, he got all the letters mixed up and he couldn't comprehend what he was being told.

 "Mum, I don't want to go in there, all the weird kids come here," John begged and pleaded with his mother as he gripped onto her arm, not daring letting go.

"Come now, John. Don't be silly, this will help you," John pleaded as his mother dragged him to the door.

"No Mum! I don't need help!" John yelled as he felt tears sting his eyes, his feet dragging across the pavement as his mother practically had to drag him across the ground to get him to go inside.

"Yes you do. You're always angry and bitter. You scare the girls and myself, and you put Bobby in a bad mood," She told her son firmly.

"I don't put Rat in a bad mood, he's been in a bad mood since the day 'e was born!" John cried as he let a few tears roll down his cheeks, "Please Mum, don't make me go! Please don't make me go!"

"John, enough!" Julia snapped, looking down at her son as she halted her walking, "Stop cryin', you'll be fine. Who knows, maybe you'll even make a few friends."

"But I don't need friends! I want to go home!" John cried.

"John..." Julia felt her heart break a little as she looked at her young son's face.

His cheeks were red as were his eyes from crying, his bottom lip was poked out in a pout as he gave his mother puppy dog eyes. Julia nearly considered turning around, but she knew this was what was best for her son.

"I'm sorry, John, but this is how it has to be," Julia firmly said, grabbing her son's hand and bringing him through the front doors.

"Please Mum! I'll be good! I promise! Just take me home!" John cried loudly, the tears just rushing his face now.

"Here ma'am, I'll take him from here," A woman suddenly said calmly as she ran over to aid Julia.

"Thank you, he's going to a group session," Julia said.

"What's his name?"

"John Lennon," Julia said.

"Oh yes, I remember talking to you on the phone," The woman said before looking down at a very angry John Lennon, "John, sweetie, do you want a cookie? We have cookies in the room."

"I don't want a damn cookie! I want to go home!" John screamed as he fought with the woman.

"John Lennon, you watch your mouth!" Julia snapped.

"Mum, I want to go home!" John continued to cry.

"I'm just going to take him to the room. If you leave now, he'll accept that he has to stay," The woman said.