Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Help!~ Some Stars Twinkled

Spitting up blood, they sat together on the floor leaning against the couch, not far from the coffee tables remains.

"She'll be ok"

"Lou is tough and great but I can't see her being ok with you this time John" Paul rubbed his temple and craned his neck to look out the door, the night had swallowed George and Louise and neither had returned.

"I can't be the father"

"Why!?! You have been doing it since she was born!"

"I've been pretending"

"No, you haven't" Paul found a wasted cigarette, half-finished and stubbed out, he took it to his lips and lit. Puffing then handing the small partial cigarette to John.

"I've been acting in a role that I was never cut out for"

"Father? This is all about Alf isn't it. The way he walked out on you" Paul stated plainly and watched John draw in the sand that lay on the floor. "You aren't him nor your mum"

"Leave Julia out of this"

"Ok you're right. Your mum was love, and loved complete when she was with you, Alf walked"

"Cut from the same cloth. Wear the same jacket I do and being pretend dad to Evie is easy, she's cute and then I can hand her back when I need to. When I -"

"Fail, think everything is too hard and run" Paul kicked the table leg that jutted into his foot and swore softly "You wouldn't do that"

"How the fucking hell do you know"

"Because you, John Lennon, are more of a father than anyone I know. You take possession of what's yours or what you want to be yours and keep it safe, you protect everyone around you that you love"

John covered his face tiredly, shaking his head no but thinking yes. Yes, he would kill anyone that hurt Evie "I'd kill for Evie"

"And there my friend, is your answer"

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Smoke rose and the smell of petrol was strong.

Louise rubbed her lips, they were dry and cracked and she wanted a drink of water.

Her back hurt.....

Her legs hurt....

So dark and quiet it was.

So calm, the moon was small and some stars twinkled above and the smoke was hardly visible anymore as it reached for the sky. Although, as she glanced down it billowed...

Poor car, hope Paul has insurance.

She laughed a little then groaned then slipped away toward sleep.

Her insides hurt...

"No!!" Lou recalled a little first aid, her head was spinning and her eyes blurred.
No. No to sleep, stay here, stare at the moon and the jumbled mess that was Pauls car.

Her head hurt....

Blood trickled from a cut above her eye.

Waves crashed close and she winced a smile. Eyes half closed, she dreamt.. visualising the beach by the deep blue sea, so white, so soft, and so very pretty.

Stay here......

..................... stay awake.

It must have been hours now and a whole collection of records spun on the turntable of her mind as she recalled words of love and moments of time. She sung a little, thought a lot, groaned often and twisted about to try and escape, shoulder shoving an immobile door, yelps of pain ripping from her bloodied lips.