Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 22.

I sat on the sofa in my living room just staring at the phone. It was two in the morning now. I called in to tell my teachers I won't be in for the rest of the week. They understood.

I swallowed, my mouth was dry from crying occasionally when I assumed the worst. Just think positive Lucy. Phil and mom are alright. What about all those students?? They're alright too. They're just as worried as I am. missing their loved ones. I'm going to get a call, telling me they're alright. I refuse to believe they're in the middle of the ocean somewhere.

I wiped my tears and laid my head down on a pillow. Usually John would come by, tapping on my window.  Or atleast check in to see what I'm up to. But he didn't. He was probably off screwing Cynthia now. He had her to catch up with. I know she saw me at the airport earlier. As he was off, happy again, I was here alone, waiting to find out if my parents were dead.

...

I woke up the next morning on the floor. I groaned and sat up. I could feel the stinging in my eyes as I opened them. I got up and went upstairs to shower. As I got out, I noticed my swollen eyes. My face was flushed.

I put on a simple shirt and some shorts and headed back downstairs. I didn't even feel like eating, so I skipped breakfast. I turned the tv on and watched the news, hoping to see any kind of reports on the plane. Nothing.

Hours flew by as I stayed on the couch. Often looking at the phone, or just staring at the television. Not once, did John ever come by. Classes were over. But then I remembered he had her now.

I was going crazy. I went into the kitchen and found the small cabinet with liquor. Whisky, vodka, gin, wine....and so on. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and opened it, pouring some into a cup and filling the rest with orange juice. I sighed and realised I wasn't going anywhere being like this.

I was about to make a call when the phone rang. I watched it for a few seconds, afraid for the worst. But I knew I had to pick up.

"H..hello?"

"Is this Lucy Daniels?"

"Yes sir."

"Please, we ask that you sit down if you're not already..."

I felt the tears coming back as he went on and on. It felt like everything around me faded. My hearing faded, my sight faded, I couldn't breathe.

"....I'm really sorry miss Daniels. I give you my condolences."

I dropped the phone and began crying. My whole world crashing down on me. My life was fine one day, the next, it was shattered. I got up and grabbed the bottle of liquor and sat on the floor, taking a long drink.

"You were going to take us out Phil. As a family. I never even came around to call you dad. You deserved it. You took good car of me and my mom! And I never had the decency to call you my father!" I yelled laying on the ground. I cried and cried, reaching for the bottle.

"Mom...when dad died you told me he was in heaven. You said one day we'll see him again." I held my face in my hands. "I hope you see him. But please hold on to Phil. He's just as much as a father to me as dad was."

I wiped my tears and stood up, making my way back to the cabinet, taking three bottles of liquor back up to my room.

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A week later

I walked down the halls at school twenty minutes late. I walked into my first class, everyone looking up at me. Including John. I noticed Cyn next to him. But she didn't take these classes...I swallowed as the teacher pulled me aside, out of hearing distance from anyone else.

She gave me a huge hug and rubbed my back. I fought back the tears. I didn't want to be seen crying in front of everyone.

"Lucy Lucy, I gathered your work for you, in case you just want to spend a few more days at home. I completely understand if you rather spend some time alone."

I smiled lightly but shook my head. "I don't want to become a hermit. I'd rather come to classes and try to move on."

She nodded. "I understand. Come on. Take a seat. I'll come by in a bit to catch you up okay?"

I nodded and found a seat in the back corner, away from John. I could feel his eyes on me as I took out my notebook.

...

The rest of the day was spent getting hugs from my instructors and catching up on my work. I went down to the cafeteria once the bell rang to copy notes and eat something for once.

As I walked in, I saw John with Cyn in his lap, kissing her neck. I bit my lip and sat at a table in the corner. I ate an apple as I wrote down notes. It was the only way to keep me distracted.

"Heya."

I looked up to see a familiar face.

"Hi George."

"I 'avent seen ye at any gigs lately."

"Yeah well, I've been dealing with some personal issues."

"Yeah? What your parents die or somethin?"

I looked up at him and felt myself burst out in tears.

"Holy shit...i'm...i'm so so sorry. I didn't know I was just...fuck."

I wiped my tears and felt him sit next to me. His arms held me close. I leaned into his chest and cried. I just couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Shhh. Come on love. D'you want to go outside? We can take a walk?"

His voice was so soothing. Something about little George filled me with comfort. I nodded.

"Okay. Come on."

He helped me put my notes away in my bag and helped me out of my seat. I glanced at John who just watched me, a worried look on his face. Cyn saw this and turned his face away from me, kissing him.

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