Maggie Mae and her John Lennon (Complete)

Chapter 9

The earth seemed to stop spinning at that moment as John's eyes widened.

We stared at each for a few moments and Maggie wasn't sure if it was his drunk mind trying to catch up or he was trying to find a good enough excuse.

Finally, he blinked for a moment before narrowing his eyes. "Who told ye about Cynthia?!" He growled and Maggie stood up.

"It doesn't matter! Who is she, John?" She hissed, hands on her hips.

  "Just a girl from the art school what's it matter?!"He waved a hand dismissively, still drunk.

   "It matters because my friend told me , she and her sister  saw you and her holding hands and kissing!" Maggie yelled.

John fell back into the couch and grabbed his head. "Baby I'm too drunk for this shite," He groaned "Can't we talk tomorrow?"

  "So you're not denying it? John how could you! I thought you loved me.....You're  my boyfriend!" Maggie wiped her burning tears from her eyes.

  "Christ Maggie. You always see the worst side of everything. C'mon Maggs. Why don't we forget all that? She was only fun for a while." John walked over to Maggie, kissing her neck.

  Maggie pushed him away and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "A while?! This has happened more than once! John you son of a bitch!" John's hand flew to Maggie's face and she yelped crashing to the floor.

   John's face was full of rage before he reached down and snatched Maggie's harm, drawing her up. She struggled to break free, crying out in pain, but it was no use. John was like a boulder when he wanted to be.

 

  She was thrown onto the bed where she huddled against the wall, clutching her sore arm to her chest while her cheek throbbed, daring not to move. She watched John clumsily changed into his boxers and a t-shirt. Pulling her down into the bed with him, John pulled her close to him until her head was pressed against his chest.

  Only when his breathing evened out, and she was sure he was asleep, did she allow herself to cry.

    The next morning as John opened his eyes he groaned at the sudden brightness and the throbbing familiar pain in his head from his hangover. Feeling the weight on his chest he reached over on his nightstand for his Buddy Holly style glasses and smiled down at Maggie.

   His smile faded when he spotted the fresh black eye she was sporting. Memories of the previous night came to John's mind and he carefully untangled himself from her body.

Backing away he bumped into a chair and sat down burying his face in his hands.

     How could he have hit her..... Maggie, the sweetest and most unique girl he had ever met and who he promised he'd never hurt...

   John got to his feet and with a final glance at Maggie, hurried out of the room.

Maggie awoke to something cold being pressed gently to her eye. Opening her good one she saw Paul, concern etched on his cherub happy face.

"Hey, love." He gave her a small sympathetic smile, usually bright doe eyes sad.

  "Where's John?" Maggie sat up and Paul pulled the cold washcloth away.

  "He left, needed to be alone. Asked me to check up on you." Paul smiled sweetly.

  Maggie scoffed, running her fingers through her hair, messing it up. "How gallant of him." She sneered.

   Paul shook his head and moved to sit next to the red haired girl.

"Maggie. You have to understand something about John Lennon. He's not a normal lad. That much is true. But he'd never intentionally ever hurt you. John's a lost soul. He's been hurt his whole life. By what he'll have to tell you himself. But he really loves you. I've never seen him so happy. Not even when we were in Hamburg, but really what's so happy about there? But my point is, when John says he loves you, he really means it." Paul gently pressed the cold cloth again to her face and she winced at the contact, Paul quietly apologizing.

Maggie loved John with all of her being. And at that moment she decided, no matter what she'd be there at his side......

Even if it killed her in the process.