Fixing a Hole (A Beatles Fanfic)

Yer Blues

I woke up with pain in my right eye. Damn..

I slowly got out of bed, looking at myself in the mirror.

Yup.. That's a shiner.

I sighed, walking out the door and walking towards Linda's room.

"Morning Sweetheart" I faked a smile.

"Morning, Mummy" Linda chirped, she stared at my eye.

"Mummy, what 'appened to your e-eye?" Linda asked, trying to reach.

"No, darling. Don't touch, please. Mummy's eye hurts" I said.

She looked said, "I heard you and Grandpa shouting last night" Linda shook.

I sighed, holding her tighter, "Darling, everything is alright. Just, be careful around him alright?" I said.

Linda just nodded.

I sat her down on a chair, handing her some milk.

"Cereal?" I asked her.

She smiled, "Yes, pwease!"

I chuckled, Anything for my darling.

I walked to the kitchen, pouring Linda some cereal.

I handed her the bowl, "Here you go, darling"

She smiled, "Tank you"

I chuckled, I turned to my dad, who was reading the newspaper.

"Eggs and coffee, dad?" I asked.

"Yup." He said, not looking at me once.

I made his eggs and coffee and handing his food to him.

"Here you are, dad"

"Mhm.." He said, placing the newspaper down.

There was a knock at the door, "It must be, John" I said, rushing down the stairs.

I swung open the door, "Hi, John! Come on in!" I said, as I rushed back upstairs.

John closed the front door, following me upstairs.

"Rita, what happened to your eye?" John asked in concern.

"Wel-"

"Mummy and Grandpa were shouting last night" Linda said, we all turned to her.

"Linda, you can't say personal things like that to-"

"No, let the girl speak." Dad said.

I sighed, turning back at John.

"I better go get ready then" I said, hurrying off to my room.

I changed my clothes and got ready for school.

I walked back to the living room.

"You call this coffee, Rita?!" Dad said, as he through the cup to the wall.

The cup of coffee shattered to a million pieces.

"Go on, clean it up, alright!" He shouted at me. 

I nodded, rushing over to the wall, gently picking up the pieces.

"Whore" I heard my father murmur.

I cleaned up the cup, and walked over to Linda.

Kissing Linda on the forehead, I said "Be good to Grandpa, alright? Mummy loves you" I whispered.

She smiled slightly, "I love you too, Mummy"

I smiled back.

I grabbed my bag, rushing down the stairs. "Come on, John. Let's go to school" I said.

John followed me down the stairs, and we left.

We were silent for a good 10 minutes on our way to school.

"He did that to you?" John asked.

"Me eye? Yeah." I said.

I noticed John's hands turn to fists, and his face grow in anger.

"John, you don't need to get so angry. I'll be fine." I assured him.

"How the bloody hell can you just be 'fine'!?" He shouted.

I gulped, "I-I"

"He treats you like a servant, beats you up, calls you names? What kind of fucking father does that!?" John yelled.

"He pays the bills, it's the least I can do.." I mumbled.

John laughed, "Oh, so it's fine to you to get beat up?! What about Linda? She's be next! I know it!"

I stopped walking, "Don't you dare fucking bring up my daughter into this!" I yelled.

He stopped and looked at me, "Daughter..?"

My heart raced, "She.... Um... She calls me mummy, it's an automatic thing for me to call her my daughter.." I softly said, lying.

John walked over to me, hugging me.

"I'm sorry, Rita... I just protect the people I love" He said.

My heart fluttered, He loves me?

"Thank you" I whispered.