Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 21.

"Get the fuck out of 'ere you daft cunt! Go fucking prick some other poor bastard with your needles and poisions!"

Paul groaned as John threw a bedpan at the doctor. I smiled and laughed to myself. George hid his face from laughing as well. The doctor left looking annoyed.

From what I was told, John got into a fight at the club when Paul and George and the other band members were having a meeting. They didn't tell me what the fight was about though. He had scratches on his face and bruises on his chest and arms. He'll survive. George was a bit shaken up though. But he was just relieved John was okay.

"Oh John." I said sitting in the chair next to his bed. I leaned over and brushed his hair away from his forehead. "The doctors are here to help you. Don't fight them."

"Bloody arsholes need to just fuck off." He muttered. I rolled my eyes and took his hand in mine.

"John you fuckin twat just be normal for once." Paul said shaking his head.

"It's nice to see me mates 'ere. Especially you Lucy." He smiled looking at me. I blushed and rubbed his arm. "Can we talk?" He asked. I nodded as he looked at the others. "Alone."

"Oh right."

"See ya tomorrow John."

Paul and George exited the room, closing the door behind them. I watched as John got up out his bed and locked the door.

"John what are you..."

"I've never fucked in a hospital before. Now's our chance." He laid back on the bed and pulled his pants down. I smiled and shook my head.

"This is so wrong."

"Come on. I'm horny and I'm wounded." He pouted. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"You're lucky I'm wearing a skirt."

He watched as I pulled my underwear down. He smiled and sat up, grabbing me by the waist, over to him.

"Christ John the things you make me do."

"They said I can be discharged in the morning."

"Shouldn't we tell your aunt you're here?"

"Nooo. She'll just tell me she told me so or something like that."

I laughed and climbed on top of him.

"Before we get started..."

"Hmm?"

"Why did you get in that fight?"

He looked up at me as I stroked the side of his face.

"Some bloke asked me about ye. He um...he wanted to know if you were seeing anyone."

I sighed. "John we talked about this."

"I know but...I guess I was a little jealous."

"A little?? John you got your face messed up because of me."

"It was worth it. Look at us now." He smirked. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

"Let's make it loud yeah?" He said against my lips. I giggled and slid down on him, making him moan softly.

"I think you deserve it Lennon."

...

Two Day's Later

Me and John waited at the airport. I was a bit annoyed when Cynthia came out and jumped into John's arms. He held her tight and kissed her over and over again. I watched from my seat as they talked and kissed again. John met my eyes as he hugged her. I looked away and waited for my parents.

I turned to see John and Cynthia walking hand in hand out the doors. Leaving me alone. What was taking my parents so fucking long? Maybe there was a delay or they missed their flight. I decided to ask.

"Uh excuse me, my parents were on a flight that was supposed to be here at eleven? Which was an hour ago."

The lady behind the counter made a call and looked up at me. I looked around and saw a few people looking worried. I bit my lip.

"There's been some difficulty trying to reach the pilots. We'll have more information within the hour."

"But I just need to.."

"I'm sorry young lady we can't give any exact information at the moment."

I nodded and went back to my seat. I waited and waited. Minutes turned into hours. I noticed more people waiting and waiting. They had family members. Loved ones. I was alone.

...

"Young lady."

I woke up suddenly to someone tapping my shoulder. I looked up to see a man. I yawned and sat up.

"Yes?"

"Were you here for the eleven morning plane?"

I nodded. "Yes...what time.."

"It's six in the evening. Look...we have news about the situation."

He sat down next to me and placed his hands on mine. I looked around at the other people. Some were crying. Some looked angry. I gave my attention to the man next to me.

"...the plane went through a storm and...."

My heart sank.

"...we lost contact with the pilots. We don't have enough information to confirm but...we believe there's a possibility, the plane crashed."

I covered my mouth with my hands and felt tears fills my eyes.

"N...no..No! That...it can't!" I sobbed.

"Listen um..."

"Lucy." I said shakily.

"Lucy. Look, give us your number and we'll contact you once we get information. They could have made an emergency landing somewhere. Were going to be on this all night and as long as we can."

I nodded and wiped my tears. He handed me a clip board. I saw lots of peoples names with their numbers written down. My handwriting was shakey. I handed it back to him.

"I'll be in touch. Look, I'm really sorry. I know the wait will be dreadful. But just try to stay calm yeah?"

"I will."

"Do you have anyone who can drive you home or..."

"Yeah. Myself."

He nodded and stood up, walking to another group of people. I watched as a mother of five began crying. The little kids too small to understand what was going on. I wish I was them. Instead, here I am. Worried out of my mind. Knowing the cold hard truth.

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