She Said She Loves You (Beatles AU fanfic)

Chapter 29 Pt. 1

Author's Note:

Okay guys, this chapter is going to have violence in it and very bad injury. As for the next chapter, too.

Paul's pov

"No Paul," John exclaimed. "I had a dream where I was shagging this girl from a few nights ago named Paulette whose nickname was Paul!" I looked down. "Did you actually think I was a queer, Paul," John laughed.

When I didn't answer, John's face contorted in anger. "You're sick, Paul," John said, kicking and hitting me. He jerked off his belt and started slamming me with it.

Five or six times on my bare back, a couple on my face. A lot on my legs. A few on my chest. A little more than that on my arms He stalked off to the bathroom and slammed the door.

John's pov

God, Paul's turning into a bird. He actually thought I was dreaming about him. Paulette was a gorgeous blonde I had shagged a few nights ago. She was amazing. He actually accused me of being queer! Ugh. How are we supposed to be friends after this? I don't want to think of that.

I walked out of the bathroom, barely looking at the bloodied Paul moaning in pain on the floor. I heard his moaning. Oh my God. And it hit me. I actually did that to my best friend. I actually beat him for accidentally thinking the wrong idea.

It wasn't his fault. I rushed over to Paul. I lifted his face off the floor. Aside from the blood streaking down his face from belting him, were tears staining his face.

"Please John," He weakly croaked out. "No." I brought him to my chest and held him tightly. "Oh, Paul," I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Paul." Paul sobbed into my chest and I just held him even more tighter.

Finally, I picked him up and carried him to his bed and laid him down. "John," Paul sobbed. "What did I do wrong?" I ran a hand through my hair. "Nothing, Paulie," I sighed. Paul cried out in pain because of his wounds. I flinched.

I slipped off his sleeping pants to look at his body. I saw many oozing wounds. I gritted my teeth. I went to get a warm wash cloth.

When I came back, I saw Paul crying in pain. I used the wash cloth and started cleaning Paul's wounds. Paul screamed out in pain. Georg e and Summer ran to the door. Summer gasped when she saw Paul's body. George reached for her arm to steady her.

She took a deep breath and walked over to me. "John," Summer said calmly. "I need ya to go to the store and get some hospital stitching thread. " I nodded. "I'll need a needle, thread, alcohol, and some pain medicine, lots and lots of sleeping pills," She said, sighing. I nodded, getting some clothes on and walking out the door.

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George's pov

When I walked in that room, I had no idea what I would see. It scared me, really. I went to uncuff Ringo from his bed so he could help. "I heard a scream, what's going on," Ringo asked the second I walked into the door. I sighed. "Ye'll see."

When we walked inside the room Paul and Summer were in, Ringo suppressed a gasp. Summer was muttering to herself. "Freakin' John, he could have died, he's so stupid, washing him up with a silly wash cloth, thinking he'll be ok, he's going to need stitches, he needs to hurry up." Paul moaned in agony. She kissed him on the forehead. "It's a'right, love."

Summer saw us standing there at the door. She narrowed her eyes. "Don't just stand there like a bunch of scared goats, get your arses over here," She snapped. We quickly walked over to her. "Ringo," She said quickly. "Get a pot, fill it with water, and start boiling it, when John, if he ever, comes back, ask him for the needle and drop it in the water to sterilize it, wait five minutes and bring it to me!"

Ringo did as he was told. "And bring me a cold wash cloth with ice, too," Summer shouted. She looked at me. "George," She said, tiredly. "Just stay here and hold Paul's hand and speak kind and reassuring words to him." I nodded.

"Damn it, John," Summer muttered. Ringo ran in with the iced cloth. She grabbed it and laid it softly on Paul's forehead. "There, love," She murmured quietly. Paul groaned.

Finally, John walked in. "Give the needle to Ringo, John and get you're arse in here this second," Summer shouted. In a matter of seconds, John had ran into the room. "Give me the stuff, Lennon," Summer said, quietly. John nodded and tossed her the bag. She kissed Paul on the forehead.

Summer returned to military mode. "What's that needle, Ringo," She shouted, pissed off. Ringo ran to the room with a needle. "George, Ringo," Summer said. "Stand outside the door while John helps me." We nodded and walked out.

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