Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

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Johns POV

Wow what a night. 

I didn't expect all this to happen but I'm here now and I'm going to comfort this poor lass as much as she'll let me. I recognise her from school. Most of the lads and me, if I'm to be truthful, spoke horridly about her behind her back, the ted look she adopted was a contentious point with us lads and we thought it weird she chose to copy. 

I'm certain she doesn't know I spoke ill of her but I feel bad, now knowing there is a dark disturbing reason for her total diversion from innocent looking school girl to this.

The light from the street lamp touches her face and the bruised broken side of her face is shrouded in shadows – she's pretty even with the half shut eye and blood trail. Her short ash blonde hair.... hmmm seems pretty weird a girl having such short hair, but on her... On her, it makes her take on an almost elfin sureal appearance.

She woke with a start just as the sun rose as if sensing the danger approaching. I didn't sleep a wink just watched her breathe and kept her warm. A regular knight in shining leather, I am. She struggled up from the shody mattress and she averted her eyes totally after she realised I was looking at her in the sunlight streaming in.

She put distance between us. I guess because the monster would punish her for being close to me on that cot.

Almost as soon as she had put the footsteps between us a waddy struck against the bars as he rounded the corner. Clang, clang, clang towards the door he came, he opened the cell door and shoved a jacket in her chest hard, she winced and bent over in pain but regained her composure quickly.

The guy was huge and I recognised the copper as one I hoped I wouldn't run into myself many a time before. Grabbing her neck, and shaking her like a rag doll he licked her face with a smirk then rubbed the waddy down her side, half perverted half threat, he spotted me finally and glared at the both of us. With one giant shove to her back he pushed Roxan out of the cell door onto the floor, picked her up again, then manhandled her like a rag doll to the door. As he passed her charge sheet he ripped it down, scrunched it into a ball and tossed it in the bin, the Bastard.

I will have to keep an eye out for her when I'm about town.

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Two weeks later and I haven't got the nerve up to approach her. She looks serene on the outside but the inner turmoil seems to bubble to the surface when she glances my way. I suppose she sees that night of horror when she sees me.

"What the hell are ya doing John?!?" a stupidified Paul says as I sift through a bag of candy lollies. It's a bit unhygienic but hey gotta do what a guys gotta do.

"If you must know Paul, ya nosy parker, I am searching for 'winks' "I reply in my poshish voice.

Paul is still bamboozled but starts looking for 'wink' lollies too, grabbing a couple of 'I LUV U' and 'HEART ME' and stuffing them in his jacket pocket for giving to a lucky, or unlucky gal later, no doubt.  

I have a plan.