I Saw Her Standing There: Book 1: A Paul McCartney love story

Chapter 14: He Blew His Mind Out in a Car

FAST FORWARD 6 YEARS..........

  Paul left early in the morning with the boys to go write some songs for the next album. The day was August 26, 1966. They had just come back from a tour in the States and were excited to get started up again. Their next tour wasn't scheduled until some time next year, and Paul was excited to spend the majority of his time with his new fiance: Analeigh Davis.

   When Paul came back from their first American tour he knew he couldn't live without her, and that he would never want to. So there they were in London. Cavendish was perfect. It was a great size and she was there with Paul. She had him all to herself. Life itself was absolute perfection. 

   And then she got the call. The call that stopped her heart. The call that had her rushing out the front door into her Mini Cooper, down the long, winding roads, to a street that was blocked off on either side. She jumped out of her car and ran under the police tape to John, but not before noticing the car flipped over on the side of the road- on fire. The car that she knew all too well. She had just been in it yesterday when Paul had taken her to the park.

  "John! John, where is he? He's all right, right? He has to be." She said trying to see through the cops to the ambulance.

   John's face was completely blank as she held onto his sleeves, begging to know.

  Just then a man in a black suit that she didn't recognize approached with Ringo and George. 

  "Is Paul okay?" Analeigh immediately questioned.

       Before Ringo could get his words out the man in the black suit spoke. 

   "Well, his heads come off and his teeth have been knocked out- kinda looks like a walrus." he chuckled

    "NO!" screamed John, finally showing some emotion, "I am the walrus! I am the walrus!" 

     They all tried to calm John as Analeigh moaned and fell to her knees, retching in the street.

   "He can't be!" She yelled through sobs. "He can't be dead."

     She was in denial. Analeigh then stood up and ran towards the ambulance at full speed.

     Policemen held her back before she could catch a glimpse of Paul until the man in the black suit came over and simply said, "Step aside. Let her see."

     The policemen released her and a teary eyed Analeigh turned uncertain to the group of four standing behind her.

 "Don't look, Analeigh. You won't be able to take it." Ringo burst into tears.

 "Quiet!" said Black Suit. "Let her take a good look at him."

     Analeigh slowly crept over to the ambulance and climbed up. There was a long black bag on a stretcher- just his size. She carefully unzipped the bag and peered inside. Analeigh was struck with complete horror. She started to hyperventilate and couldn't catch her breath. In the bag was a man completely unidentifiable. Except for the hair. His hair was so distinct and she would know it anywhere, even covered in blood as it was now. There was a slit in his throat and some of his skin was burned. His clothes were torn to shreds and bloody, and his parted lips showed only two teeth that had nearly been knocked out like the rest, but instead hung long by the root- very walrus like, indeed. Tears streamed down Analeigh's face, but there was no sound except for her gasping for air. She stumbled back from the bag and hit the ambulance wall, sliding all the way down, and sitting wide-eyed staring into space.

     George came into the ambulance and scooped Analeigh up into his arms and carried her to her car. As George was driving Analeigh snapped out of her trance,

  "Wh..where are we going?" she somehow managed to slip out.

  "I'm taking you home." George replied reassuringly.

  "No. No, George. I can't ever go back there. Not ever."

  "But it's your home." he said trying to help her.

  "No. It was our home..it was ours. And he's not coming back." 

      The tears began and this time she couldn't stop them.

"He's not coming back, George. He's never going to come home! We were getting married in two months and now he's dead!" She cried and cried. "Don't take me there. Don't make me see his things." 

"All right. All right, love. I won't take you there. You know you can stay with any of us any time for as long as you'd like." He tried to touch her reassuringly, but she flinched away, and he understood.

     She didn't want anyone to touch her. Not unless it was Paul.

     Finally, they arrived at George's little flat. Analeigh went straight to the couch, curled up, and went to sleep. She even slept through the phone call from John.

   "Hello?" George answered the phone.

    "George! It's me.. Ringo is staying with me at Kenwood tonight if you and Analeigh would like to come over. I thought...I thought it might make it easier on all of us."

     "Right. Okay. We'll be over in 20."

     "All right." And then the line went dead.