I Wanna Be Your Man

Chapter 19

Paul sat on the couch in the living room. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about whether or not he overreacted. He looked down at the floor to see spots of blood. He narrowed his eyes and scoffed. A few seconds later he came out of the closet with a mop and started mopping up the mess. He got rid of the most of the blood, but some of it was stained into the rug. He glared at the floor, and got a washcloth. He scrubbed super hard at the floor, but it wouldn't come out.

Ringo walked into the room as Paul made an ugly grunt. He was eating a sandwich and seemed very relaxed at the moment. He leaned on the doorway that connected the living room to the hallway.

"What's up with you?" He took a small bite out of his sandwich.

"Nothing." Paul sighed. "It's just that I can't get John's bloodstains out of the carpet."

Ringo laughed, then took a big munch.

"What's so funny?" Paul sneered.

Ringo's mouth was full, so he held up a finger to Paul. He swallowed super hard.

"Okay." Paul said impatiently. "What's so funny?"

Ringo looked like he was about to speak, but then took another mouthful of baloney into his mouth.

Paul grunted. He stood up and slapped the sandwich onto the floor. Ringo swallowed.

"Hey!" He turned to Paul and looked very depressed. He started to kneel down to pick it up, but before he could, something flashed by, and the sandwich dissappeared.

Ringo looked down the hallway and yelled. "George! Give it back!"

Paul couldn't hold in his laughter as he heard George yelling back to Ringo with a full mouth. "When food touches the floor, it belongs to that person no more. Especially when baloney, because then it belongs to Harrisoney."

"What is wrong with you guys?" Paul started crying laughing.

Ringo shrugged, and started to turn away. Paul shouted at him, and made him jump.

"Oh, sorry Ringo. But I just wanted to know what was so funny."

"Oh." Ringo shrugged. "It was just about the blood. You can't get it out because it's stained into the floor."

Paul looked at him confused. "Yeah, I know that. Is that really what you find funny?"

"No. I'm just thinking that it's kind of symbolic, no?" Ringo shrugged. Then he quickly left, probably to make himself another sandwich.

Paul stared back down at the bloodstains. He had wiped up the blood, but couldn't remove the stains. Paul put his head in his hands and sighed.
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John tried to open his eyes. He couldn't. The pain was unbearable. The guys kicked and pelted him for a long time before they suddenly stopped. John's eyes felt glued shut, he could see a tiny sliver of visuals through them. They were swollen and purple from being punched multiple times.

He felt a guy take his wallet. It had only had a few pounds in it though, so they decided to beat him even harder as a punishment.

John tried to get up, but every time he did, he felt another blow against a part of his body. He felt like he was dying. He wanted it to stop. After a few more minutes, it did. He smelt a man's warm, terrible breath fill his nostrils.

"Have you had enough?" The guy laughed.

John nodded, and the guy laughed harder.

"Okay, you heard him, boys. He's had enough! Time to kill him, then!"

John froze and tried to make a run for it. He was pushed back down, and he quickly felt hands holding his arms and legs down. He squirmed and screamed, as a guy pulled out a knife. He smiled at John and started to bend down and hold it close to John's throat.

"Don't worry, this'll be quick." He winked.

John screamed 'Help!' as loud as he could, and a hand quickly covered his mouth. The man with the knife chuckled.

"Nice try, but there's nobody helping you, sweetheart."

All of a sudden there was a whacking noise, and the man dropped the knife and felt flat on his face onto John. John tried to see what had happened but couldn't.

All he heard was a familiar voice. "Get out of here before the rest of you get what he got." He heard a ton of heavy footsteps scampering away, as a silhouette leaned over him.

"Hey, buddy. You okay?" The person said in a concerned and gentle voice.

John smiled and then passed out.