Petty (lennstarr)

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John

He was furious. His hands were trembling and his vision was blurry. He was ready to kill someone. And George was first on his list.

Ringo looked at the man with worry. He knew he'd immediately go after the boy tomorrow. He sat down next to John and let his head rest on the man's shoulder.

"Johnny," he whispered innocently and traced a hand along his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" John snarled and shoved his shoulder so that the man couldn't touch him.

"You shouldn't have hit him," Ringo whispered and John turned to him. "It wasn't right."

"You know what's not right," John whispered and looked over at Ringo. "The fact that my own fucking boyfriend doesn't want to defend me."

"Look I never said I didn't defend you," Ringo says and tried to hold John's hand but the man shoved his hands in his pockets. "But George didn't have to get hurt."

John's eyes went dark. He got up from his spot on the floor and flexed his fingers so that they didn't sting as much when he made a fist. He rubbed Ringo's hair affectionately and left the room with a blank stare.

Ringo gulped. He knew George would be let off the hook tomorrow. He'd be the victim to John's pettiness. He always was.