How Do You Sleep? (A John Lennon Fanfic)

Hotel California

Ring Ring....

Ring Ring.... 

I groaned, slowly opening my eyes as I heard the telephone.

It's not even eight in the morning yet. Who the hell could it be?

"Don't worry about it, love.. L-Let yer dad get it.." Scott said as he fell back asleep.

I sighed as I slowly got up from the bed.

"Julia..." Scott groaned.

"I'll be back, love." I kissed his forehead as I tied my robe.

I dragged my feet on the ground as I quickly walked to the phone.

I watched my dad take a glance at me as he continued to read the newspaper.

I rolled my eyes.

I sighed, picking the phone up. " 'Ello?"

"Oh my god, Julia!" I heard Sydney cry.

My eyes widened a little, "Syd? What's going on? Why are ya calling at this time?"

"Chuck fiufhiusdhfi!" Sydney started sobbing through the phone.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Could ya repeat that please?" I smirked.

I heard Steven cry loudly in the background, causing my heart to drop.

"Is the baby okay?" I asked in concern.

"Y-Yes, b-but Julia-"

"What?" I sternly said, feeling myself panic.

"Chuck's dead." Sydney softly said.

I gulped, feeling my heart race.

My eyes widened.

"Julia?" I heard my father call my name as he looked at me oddly.

I shook my head, feeling tears rush down my face.

"How the 'ell could Chuck be dead?!" I cried.

Dad's eyes went wide as he put his paper down.

Dad got up and walked towards me. Dad tried to pull me away from the phone.

"H-How?!" I shouted, trying to pull my dad off of me.

"We're coming over." Sydney said as she hung up.

I dropped the phone, clawing my dad's arms.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I shouted.

Dad quickly let go of me, causing me to fall to the ground.

Scott ran into the living room. "What the 'ell is going on?" He asked.

Scott rushed over to me as he helped me up. "Are ya alright?" He asked.

I pulled Scott closer to me as he held onto me.

"Chuck is dead!" I sobbed.

"What?" Scott whispered in disbelief.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear about this.." Dad softly said.

I pushed Scott off of me, "Ya aren't sorry!" I spat at him.

Dad glared at me, "Please, Julia. Don't make this about us." He said.

I saw the sorrow in his eyes.

I sighed, covering my face as I cried.

How could Chuck be dead? One of my best friends dead?!