Saving Mr. Lennon

Chapter Four

   Puzzled, that's what John was. Why would some random girl, a girl he hardly knew even, ask him such a personal question. Did she not see his frown? Or hear his angry words? Why was she so inquisitive with him? John could form only one logical explanation: she was just naturally curious. But isn't every women?
    Diana seemed happy, go-lucky, willing, magical even. But still, why would a girl like her, John thought, why would a girl like her work for a miserable wanker like him?
   John placed his hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples and squinting his eyes. It was time like these that tempted his tongue for a lick of alcohol. He did not like happy people. He did not like happy girls. He wanted to rid the world of happy women, for if he could not be happy, not with himself or the women he came to love, the women who came to crush his whole universe... No, not a one could be happy.
  "Mr. Lennon, I was cleaning your study and..."
"You cleaned where?" John stood up, his whole body engulfed in fiery rage.
  "I was cleaning your study, sir. And as I was saying, as I was cleaning your study, the phone rang. So, I took it upon myself to answer it." Diana chirped. John's hands clenched into fists at his sides, and it took all of his being to not slap the fire out of her.
  "You are not allowed there. It is private!"
  "Well, it was Paul on the phone. He was checking to see when you were free."
"How dare you talk to Paul! You're not to be in my personal business. You're only to help my musical business! You... You... bitch!"
  "Well, I told Paul you were very busy and you would get back to him when you weren't so busy. So there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going on my lunch break!" Diana grabbed her purse off the back of the couch and stormed out of Johns apartment.
  John grabbed his hand and shook it. "What the hell have you done, Lennon?"