✔ CHURCH BOYS ⇢ MCHARRISON/LENNSTARR

SIXTEEN

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Ringo's POV

I wake up with a start, a strong throbbing sensation in my head. This had been my third crash this week. I look down at myself, I'm a mess. My clothes are covered in sweat and my hair is a mess, hanging over my eyes. I rub my eyes and yawn.

Then, there came a knock on the door. I reluctantly get up from the couch and look around. Sure enough, mother and father were nowhere to be seen. I let out a loud sigh and trudge towards the door, discarding the black vile of pills that lay in my hand. It fell to the floor, the pills rustling inside. I slowly inch the door open, squinting in the blinding light of the outside world.

"H-Hello?" I ask, groggily.

"Ringo? Oh, you look terrible."

I recognized that voice.

"John?"

"Yeah. I'm here with George. We were going to see Paul..."

"Oh, just give me a minuet and I'll be right out."

"Are you sure? You don't look too good."

As my eyes adjust, I see George standing there. Looking afraid as always. And John, right in front of me, eyes narrow and studying me.

"Yeah. I'll be right back." I smile. I shut the door and race upstairs. I douse myself in colon and deoderant, hoping that I don't smell like death. Fix my hair and my clothes and scurry back downstairs.

Sure enough, they're still there. I felt like crap, and I hoped it didn't show.

"Okay, we should probably get going. I-I'm really worried." George stammers.

"Yeah, come on." We all pile into George's moms car.

Every once in a while, George's mother would tell him to close his eyes. Every time, he would duck his head in horror. I was very confused. But alas, there was no explanation. Before I could ask any questions, we pulled up to a small home. It was white, the paint chipped, showing off the brick underneath. There were black windows and shutters, it looked dark. There was a dark brown door, but it hadn't always been that way. We walked out to the door and then I noticed something. The paint was certainly not dry. I scraped at it with my nail, leaving a small sliver of green. [Obvious symbolism is obvious]

"Paul?" George calls out, not able to knock on the door.

The door slowly inches opens and someone is standing in the door. But, it wasn't Paul.

"Who are you?" George asks, shyly.

"Michael, but what's it to ya?"

"Um, we're here for your...brother?"

"Oh, you mean Paul? Oh, so your his "friends" he's been telling me about."

"Yeah... Um, could we just come in please?" I ask, meekly.

"Yeah, go ahead." He rolled his eyes and opened the door.

George is the first to walk in the door. He walks about, looking around. All the while calling out,

"Paul?"

There was nothing, no response at all. So, we began to look around. I felt sick, but not for the reason you would think.

We eventually found him.

Wow, and I thought I was a mess. He was in the bathroom, slumped against the wall, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, fast asleep. His head was against the wall, tilted up. His mouth hung open and drool dripped down his cheek. He looked awful. It had clearly been a tough couple of days. George silently walks towards him, his head tilting ever so slightly, in disbelief. He kneeled before him and gently shook his shoulders.

"Paul?" He whispered, "Paul, please wake up." It was clear that he was close to tears.

He continued to shake him until he began to stir. He squeezed his eyes tighter and then began to force them open. He ran a hand through his hair and yawned, quietly.

"George? John? Ringo? What are you doing here?" He asked, weakly.

"We were worried." I respond.

"And rightfully so." George adds, gently taking the whiskey bottle from his hand. Paul's smile disappeared.

My thoughts drifted to my pill bottle at home.

How much longer can I hide the truth from them? They caught Paul, what about me? One slip up, and I'm dead.

"No, no. I-I'm alright."

George looked down at the empty bottle, and then back at Paul, and then back at the bottle.

He muttered,

"Bullshit."

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