mr. lennon // j.l

Chapter 13

"John Winston Lennon! Where have you been?" Cynthia yelled at him as he passed her to walk into their home.

"Out. Why?" He responded with no emotion in his voice.

"Wait, have you been shagging someone behind my back?!" She was beyond furious with John at this point.

"I 'aven't gotten a clue where you come with things like that, Cyn!" He laughed as he reached for her.

"Don't fucking touch me! You don't have one bit of consideration for anybody! That's all you ever do is cheat and lie to me!"

"Cyn, I wasn't cheating on you! I went out with a couple of friends and we started drinking an-"

"What?! With George and Paul? Your friends from high school? Your co-workers? You're a liar!! I should have known you are a cheater!" She screamed.

"I'm no fucking liar, Cynthia! Just shut the 'ell up!" He screamed in her face.

"I'm leaving." She said, shoving past him towards their bedroom.

"Fine, fucking leave, I don't care."

"Yeah, you don't care that I'm pregnant either, do you?" She said, throwing things in her bag. John was shocked to what he had just heard. He walked up to the bedroom entrance.

"You're what?" He said, still shocked.

"I said it. I thought you'd be happy with me, with us, with the baby, but no! You've got to go out and shag everyone you fucking see! Bloody hell!" She said as she finished packing her things, making her way out of the bedroom.

"Wait, what are we going to do with the baby then?" He said.

"You said you didn't fucking I care if I leave, then why would you care about the baby?" She responded. "Cyn, of course I care. You're carrying my child." He laid his hand on her shoulder. "Just stay, and we will talk this all over."

She looked up at him, nodded, and down on the loveseat, putting her suitcase down as well.