My Uncle Pawl

Don't Leave us, Daddy (Chp. 6 Part 1)

(A/N: 1968 is broken off into two parts because a lot of stuff happens! This is part 1

Get your handkerchiefs out, ladies)

1968

"Who is she, John?!" Cynthia shouted as she tossed the stack of letters onto a nearby table, scattered them immediately.

"Cyn, she's nothin' you have to fuckin' worry about! Its none of yer damn business!" John shouted back, throwing his hands in the air with bulging eyes.

"It is my business John, I'm your wife! And if that means absolutely nothing to you than I don't know why I even try!"

"You're insane!!"

"John, you have been writing to this-this woman" disgust took place in Cynthia's facial features. "I've seen the bloody letters!"

"You haven't seen shit!"

"What do you have with this bint then, eh? Is she one of yer fuckin' groupies?!"

"Don't call her THAT!" John clenched his fists.

"I can't believe this! I don't know who you even are anymore!" Tears welled up in Cyn's eyes. Frustrated tears.

"Of course you don't! You don't know shit!!" John spat out.

"I know about you and Paul" Cynthia mumbled. She felt a sharp pain in her heart at the memory.

Mmm, harder johnny please

Cyn won't be home soon, relax, love

Oh, I don't know how much I can take!

I love you so fucking much, oh my god

John, I love you too

Oh shit..

Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut.

She had been right outside the door, listening. Julian on her hip.

For some reason, it didn't seem to shock her all that much.

They're relationship....it was ineffable.

Complicated, but it was deep and strong, and it had been going on even before John had met her, even before, they started this love affair.

But now, it just hit Cynthia Lennon like a ton of bricks.

John simply doesn't love her.

"...You know about me and Paul?" John asked.

"Yes, I have for a while, John"

It was silent. John ran a hand through his head, sudden calmness over-taking him.