Please Please Not Me ( The Beatles Fanfic)

Chapter 14: Bye.

Chapter 14: Bye.

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" What the fuck!" Me and Cynthia yell.

" You're dead man Lennon." George affirms and approaches to him with a fist.

" Oh lord." Ringo added and placed his hands on top of his mouth.

" How?!" I scream " Where?!" " Why?!"

I came into tears. Besides being in this horrible place, I had been raped?! By an old dead man! What the hell!

George punch him, but John was more strong and hit him back with a way stronger punch, causing him to hit the floor. But I came to him and push him, even though it was useless and childish.

" Why?!" I cried.

" I-I'm sorry-"

" No you aren't!"

" Anna-"

" Shut the fuck up! Theres no excuse for this!"

" I-I just took the opportunity!"

" Its that even an excuse."

" Anna, listen," Paul interjects, " He actually drugged you! The drink, remember the drink?"

" Fuck Mccartney, whats your problem?!" John yells at Paul.

" You! You're my problem!" Paul replies.

" Oh really?" He asks, " Here's another problem; Paul doesn't really like Jane, he likes-"

Paul punches him. A punch that didn't affected John very much- in the way of self defense.

Well what a mess. I place a hand on top of my forehead, and as I witness the cause of a lifetime I was wishing so bad that this was just a dram. I'm so done with this.

" Fuck you." I simply say to John, and leave the room.

I walked to the door, I nudge security as I didn't care... Because actually I don't care. But someone was following me. I could hear the sound of his footsteps, and within, an atmosphere of desperation. Someone stand up from the floor just to follow me. It was George.

" Where are you going?" He asks, when we were not in the room-who have become a completely fighting room- anymore.

" I don't know... Away from here " I reply and took a big sigh.

" I'm so sorry for what John have done to you, I had no idea."

" Its alright." Of course it isn't, but he doesn't have the fault.

I didn't wanted to talk to George either. I mean, he's now with Pattie. I don't hate him, but I don't like him either.

" Why don't you go cry to Pattie?" I ask.

"Come on-"

I stop him by placing a hand to his chest. In the table, next to George's stuff, was my phone, my iphone. I hold it and admired it. Agh finally. But what's doing here? And how could it help me? By calling my parents who are infants or haven't born yet?

" Oh, that's Pattie's"

" No, its mine." I confirm.

" Oh really? What does it d-"

I press the home bottom, to turn it on-of course. But at the very moment I put my thumb in the home bottom and press it, a big shining light suddenly appears. The same light that brought me here. I close tight my eyes and hold my phone with all my strength.

Within seconds I slowly open my eyes. This is it. This is my room, this is 2015.

Yes!

I scan all my room. Everything's where I left it. The pink wallpaper, my white desktop, my big bed, and even the rain. That gives me relief. I feel how a big mass weigh crawls down my shoulders and, luckily, leaves forever. The nightmare's over. But as I scan the room I found something that wasn't here.

" What are you doing here?!" I claim.

To be continued.....
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