I Wanna Be Your Man

Chapter 3

As John bolted out the front door of Paul's house, he wasn't sure how he was feeling. He was scared, angry, determined, and excited.

What if something terrible had happened to George?

How could a group of girls get so out of control?!

He was going to get George and bring him back safe.

Would Paul be proud of him if he rescued George?

He raced down the street that led from the bar to Paul's house. He looked around, but the mob had obviously left by now. John looked around for something George might've dropped. Nothing.

John dropped on his knees and put his hands on the back of his head. He knew it would be hopeless. How could he ever find him?

John got up and sullenly walked into the bar, hoping to find someone who was a witness of the events that had happened a while ago.

All of a sudden he heard the magic words coming from somebody at the counter.

"George Harrison?" A girl asked the bartender.

John inched towards the girl as she chatted with the bartender. The bartender turned around and faced the young woman. She was very drunk, and was blabbing away. The bartender didn't know that she was talking to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What was that?" Questioned the man.

"I said, do you know George Harrison?" Piped the lady excitingly.

"Uh. Yeah. Lives here, right? In that famous band now?"

"Uh-huh." Giggled the girl.

"What about him?"

The girl leaned in close so nobody could hear. John came even close to her and listened right behind her back.

"Me and my friends." She giggled again, then hiccupped. "We stole him."

"What?" Asked the, now concerned, bartender. "What'd you mean?"

"We got him." She grinned. She hiccupped again. "He's in my friend Marla's basement. My friends are having fun with him."

The bartender's eyes widened. "Are you mad?"

The girl giggled once more. Then she passed out and her head banged down on the counter.

The bartender went back to working. John sat down next to the girl, and looked at the bartender. He pretended not to have been evesdropping.

"What's her deal?" John motioned toward the girl.

"Very drunk. She was babbling to me about something crazy. Obviously has no idea what she's talking about."

"What'd she say?"

"Said her friends and her kidnapped a Beatle. Rubbish. Cops are protecting them every minute of the day."

"Mm."

The bartender suddenly stared at him. "Are you..?"

"Naw. I get it all the time that I look just like Lennon, but I'm not. Well, I'll be taking my sister home now."

He started to lift the unconscious girl onto her feet and started walking her towards the exit. The bartender stood there, very confused.

John walked for a while and turned into a dark alley. He put the girl down against the wall and waited a while. She slowly came to. When she opened her eyes and saw where she was and a man in front of her, she screamed.

"Shhh!" Yelled John as he put his hands over her mouth. "Quiet!"

The girl started crying, and forced his hand off her mouth.

"Please, don't, mister, please! I'm just a little girl! Don't!" She cried.

John stared at her. "I'm not gonna do anything to you! I just wanna talk!"

The girls eyes opened, and as she wiped the tears away, she gasped. "You're...you're...John Lennon."

"Yeah, and you better tell me where my friend is, or you're gonna get a bloody beating. I'm not afraid to hit a girl." He scowled.

Her lip quivered. "I'll...I'll...I'll tell you. But, only, only if you promise to not hurt my friends."

"I won't."

"And don't tell the cops on them."

John hesitated. "I won't."

"Go down Chestnut Road, and make a left on Mulberry Street. It's the third house on the right. The light blue one."

"Thanks." John started running away.

The girl sat there and watched him leave. "So dreamy." She muttered.