The Beatles Through History

Chapter 11

Paul's POV

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I woke up, it was dark in the room and i heard rain pattering on the window. Suddenly a big thunder noise made me jump and hide under the covers. I really don't know why i was scared, but i seemed to be. My bedroom door opened, for i was in my bedroom, and in came my dad. He had a bottle and some water. 

"Paul?" He said. He looked a lot younger.

"Dad?"

"Yes its me. Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "What happened?" My voice sounded funny too.

"Don't know, you just began to feel sickly, and fainted in the hall. Finally your mother is sleeping peacefully."

"Oh, Daddy, don't saw that." I whined, and began to cry. Why, i didn't know, but i cant believe my father just said she was sleeping...peacefully!

"Sh. Its alright Paul." He put a hand on my head. "Why not say that son?"

"You know how it hurts." I choked.

"Sorry. What hurts?"

"Mum's..."

"Mr. McCartney?" John appeared in the door way, with a little grin.

"John!" I exclaimed, when my head began to throb.

"Hey, buddy." John smiled.

"Yes John?"

"I wanted to ask, do you want me to make something? Mike is getting hungry."

"Cant he make it himself?" I asked.

"Now, Paul, none of that." My dad frowned at me.

None of what? What did i say? Mike was old enough to get it himself.

"There is food in the fridge. Mary made some earlier."

"What are you talking about? Who's Mary?" I asked, Mary was my mum's name, but she was dead.

"He must have had a bad hit." Dad smiled.

"Huh?" i asked. John laughed a bit.

"whats so funny?" I frowned.

"Nothing." John winked.

"Wheres Jane?" I asked.

"Jane?" My dad looked at me curiously. 

"Oh you already talking to girls Paul?" He chuckled and poked my nose, i laughed, what was funny about that?

"Would you want to warm it up?" John asked my dad.

"Sure." He got up.

John sat on my bed and stared at his hands. 

"Whats going on John?"

"Paul, your not an adult form anymore, your yourself at age 10."

"What?"

"Yeah, so your mum is alive. She is just sleeping now."

"How is he?" i heard a grisl voice, my mum came in.

"Hes fine! Had a nice rest?"

"Yes, thank you. Oh Paul." She held me in her arms. 

I clung to her. I didn't want to leave her, or her to leave me. I began to cry, couldn't control it this time.

"Its alright sweetie, you'll be alright." She hugged me tighter, then tried to let go, but i didn't let her.