"Pick Up. Pick Up"
The phone rang out.
Shaking fingers, the call was placed again.
"Come on Answer!" ........Fuck Isabelle! Please answer" He whispered rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.
And then he dialed again....
Johns fingers pressed and pressed, over and over, those same numbers...that same area code, were dialed on repeat.
And still she would not answer.
He wasn't thinking, he was doing.
If she had picked up in those first harried calls his voice would have risen and she would have hung up~ again.
John ingested coffee, many cups of strong black coffee as he re-dialed her number.
Shaking fingers from his high strung emotions settled from full on shake to quiver.
He called again... still no reply.
He went to the kitchen sink and splashed water over himself, cursing under his breath.
Redialling was rote. But her end never answered.
He watched the last of the jitters leave his fingers. They were finally still.
He splashed water upon his face yet again, gulping some of the chill liquid from under the faucet too.
And as the water ran around the sink, gurgled down the drain, and ran far away....
And... with the easing of the alcohol in his system...
And the drowning of his soul in caffeine.
He could see everything.
From every angle.
With clarity.
And it became clear;
Hope... was now becoming something closer to despair.
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Redemption
Fanfiction1984~ John Lennon wanders through life a shell of his former self. After the death of his wife he stagnates, aimless & uninspired; drinking himself into a stuppor often. She's his sons future mother in law. On a whim Issy takes John out of his comfo...
