Love isn't bad.

Chapter 19

"I love you, John. NEVER forget that. I am so sorry that your aunt died and it was so very unexpected but I know if we stay together, we both can make it through anything." John was happy with the words that escaped Paul's mouth. Ever time John was either depressed, angry, or just so severely upset with something, he would run straight to alcohol. He relied on the feeling of the alcohol to help him with his issues. John wanted so badly to open up a cold one occasionally and especially at this time but Paul. He couldn't ever drink around Paul. No matter how hard it got. "Thank you, princess. I know we can too. I love you!" Paul felt such sorrow. He saw the sorrow in John's eyes but also felt the happiness in John's words. He laid his head on John's shoulder. ~25 minutes later~ John got up from Paul's head still lying on his shoulder and gently propped him onto a pillow and walked into the kitchen. He lit a fag without care. He felt as he NEEDED to smoke the pain away. He sat and thought about all of the memories he had shared with his aunt Mimi. John become frustrated in his thoughts and started slamming everything that was laying on the table and onto the floor. He wouldn't dare let a tear fall from his eyes. The sound of glass plates breaking woke Paul up out of a deep sleep. John was at this point, furious. "Fuck!" John looked at his hands. Paul jumped hearing everything and ran worryingly into the kitchen to see John faced against the wall. He rushed over to him. "John?" John quickly spun around. Paul carefully placed his hands on John's face. "Baby. What's wrong?" John started to bang the back of his head against the hard wall. Paul stepped in front of John and changed positions with him to where Paul was against the wall now. He hugged John and kissed him. "Baby. Is it your aunt?" John nodded. "Awe johnny. I swear. Everything will be okay. She is in such paradise right now. She is looking down on you. She wouldn't want you to do this. She will always be in your heart." John looked away and then looked back. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just lost control. I love you, Paul. Never forget that." Paul shook his head with a smile. "No! I love you more!" "No princess. I love you more!" Paul crossed his arms. "No John! I do!" John shook his head and then pushed Paul even more against the wall and hovered over him. "I do." He started to press his lips against Paul's and adding his tongue in to join. He pushed away for a second. "Fuck. I love you so much, princess." He resumed to make out. He placed his hands on Paul's butt. "Ohh." Paul slipped out a moan. John smiled into the kiss. He felt such comfort. "You are just so fucking beautiful." Paul wrapped his leg around Johns waist and also adding his arms to wrap around his neck. They let go for a quick second once more. "I love you so much, John." He smiled. "I love you!" Mike walked in. "Hey John and hey princess. Is it?" He talked toward to Paul. Mike smiled, teasing. Paul shook his head. Oh mike, stop!" John chuckled. He walked over to mike and high fived him. "Good one buddy! But you're right, mike." Paul blushed and walked over to the refrigerator. "Well there are no eggs! Nor bread. I need to run to the store, guys." "Okay. Let me get my jacket." John replied. They got ready and left. John wouldn't let Paul go anywhere by himself. He was so overprotective of Paul and Paul didn't even mind. On the way there, they had kept a physical filter on themselves. There in a wild part of Liverpool, the store stood in which John and Paul walked in to. John looked at Paul with a grimace. "I got to go to the restroom. Be back in a minute." John rushed away in the direction of his destination. Paul went on to mind his business. Paul was in a place where no one would could see him. He had seen another customer come into the store. It was a man. A young man. He seemed pretty normal and Paul thought he had looked pretty familiar. Somehow he had tricked Paul. "Cock sucker! You fucking faggot! Come here!" He took Paul outside, dropping all of his shopping items onto the floor. His name was Bill. Paul realized who he was. He went to High school with him. Paul always hated him but Bill actually dropped out and Paul was so relieved. He pushed Paul against the hard brick wall. Paul groaned in pain. "Stop it, Bill!" Paul was screaming at this point. He tried to escape but Bill had him trapped. "You think you can leave? Well, bad news. You aren't going anywhere. You're staying right here." Paul started to cry. "Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your crying!" He then punched Paul in the face which led to Paul's nose bleeding. "Please just stop!" Tears went streaking down his face quickly. He punched Paul once more so hard, it forced Paul to fall onto the ground in unbearable pain. Bill kicked Paul while he was down. He jumped on Paul, leveling his face to his. Well, John. On the other hand, just came out of the restroom and looking around. He didn't see Paul. He walked to the front of the store. "Hey sir. Have you seen a boy with dark brown hair? Kind of feminine?" The employee seemed frightened and looked over to the window. John followed his eyes and walked over and out the door. He looked around, hearing Paul's voice. He quickly looked in an alley beside the store and seen it all! There was a bloody Paul crying for help on the ground. John ran and punched this guy in the face as hard as he could. With all the strength he had. John gave him a couple more punches and this guy had fell to the ground, unconscious. John even kicked him hard, finishing him off. "Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" Paul watched the whole thing a felt deep down a sense of happiness and safety. He already lost his aunt. He is not losing the love of his love. John felt as if it was his job to protect Paul and keep him safe. He ran over to Paul. "Oh princess. Are you okay? Well of course not. I got you now. It's my fault. Again! Damn. I shouldn't have left you like this. I'm so sorry baby. I got you now. You're okay." John felt a tear coming. He picked Paul up and ran back into the store. "Help! Call 911 now! My boyfriend is hurt!" The employee made a confused look and then called. John laid Paul onto the ground and kissed him. "I got you baby. Don't cry. Don't worry." "Their on their way!" The employee yelled. John laid his hand on Paul's heart. "I love you, Paul." The employee came over with a handful of napkins and rubbing alcohol. John snatched it and dabbed it lightly on the blood. "It's okay, my love. I got you! You're safe."