Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 72.

Me and John stayed in bed all evening just holding each other and talking. It was nice. I felt like he was mine again. That was until I woke up from the sound of whispering.

"...no she just wanted ye to call her back."

"Is that all she said?"

"Well, she wanted to know when you were coming back."

I heard him sigh and then all was silent. I picked my head up and noticed the two voices left the room. John was gone. I swallowed and noticed it was seven in the morning. Everyone was sleeping in their beds. I pulled my shorts on and a shirt, walking quietly out the door. I was careful so nobody would hear my footsteps.

I paused around the corner like before and heard his voice.

"...what happened?? No I didn't tell anybody. I sent it two days ago it should be there soon. I know love. Look, don't worry, we'll hopefully be back next month and then I can see ye."

I felt sick again. Last night meant nothing to him. I should have known.

"I love ye Cyn alright? I know things 'ave been crazy but I really do miss ye. No she doesn't 'ave to know. I just..i'm so confused right now."

I didn't want to hear anymore. I walked back to the room and quickly changed into some jeans and a shirt. I pulled my coat on and grabbed my purse, making my way out of the room before John came back. I knew even if I looked at him right now, i'd breakdown. I just needed time to think. But I could swear I saw George watch me walk out the door.

I walked down the hall, down the stairs, passed the tables in the empty club and out the door. The fresh air filling my lungs. I decided to get something to eat to kill time.

...

I was drinking coffee and reading the paper when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned to see George.

"Lucy. I um...I saw ye leave and..I had to follow."

I nodded. "Do you know?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

He paused and sat across from me.

"Since we came 'ere in August."

I bit my lip and shook my head. "So what do you all just keep secrets from other musicians girlfriends? Huh? Is that how it goes? No matter how much you become friends with someone, you just lie to them?" I was really hurt at this point. John's lied to me. Paul's lied to me. Even George has lied to me. Who's next? Ringo?? But then I remembered. He's not even a member of this band.

George looked upset and a bit sad as he spoke.

"I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"Yeah well it seems nobody means to hurt me. They just accidentally hurt me."

I got up and tossed money on the table, leaving. I walked out of the parking lot, down the road when I felt his hand grab my arm and spin me around, his lips crushing on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I needed him. My old friend. The fourteen year old kid I fell in love with. My George.

We kissed until we ran out of breath. My lips swollen. We pulled back slowly and looked at one another.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, stroking the side of my face. It's funny how now I have to look up at him just to look into his eyes. There was once a time when we were both at eye level.

I nodded and looked down. "George..I need to go back...to John."

He sighed and looked a bit hurt. "Why do you go back to him? Can't ye see what he's doin to ye?? Christ Lucy it's like the more he hurts ye, the more you run to him. Why can't you just let him go??"

It was happening all over again. I was hurting him. John was hurting me. And  Cynthia was the cause of it all, as usual.

"Because I love him. And I know he loves me too..."

"Why!? Becauase he fucks you and tells you you're beautiful!? God Lucy what has he done to ye!? You used to be that tough girl who fought back. That confronted anyone who told you off or treated you like shit! Now...now you just let people walk all over you! That's why John is cheating. That's why it's so easy for him. He's taking advantage of you!"

"George...just stop."

"No! I don't even know how much more I can love you! How much longer I can keep feeling sorry for ye when you keep running back to that fucking liar!!"

"Shut up George!" I shoved him hard. I was full of anger at this point. "I know he's a fuckin liar! I know he screws around and hurts me! But I love him! I love him with all my heart! And you know what!? I'm sorry I'm not as strong as I used to be! I lost family, Jobs and a fuckin baby! I'm hurting inside George! And nobody seems to give a damn about me...everyone assumes I'm fine and...I don't think I can handle losing my boyfriend, and best friend at the same time..."

I slumped to the floor and broke down crying. My head hurted so bad. I couldn't breathe. I felt dizzy. I just wanted to die.

George sat next to me and held me against him. I knew what I had to do. I needed to confront John about Cynthia. The sad part is, if it came down to choosing, I wasn't even one hundred percent sure he'd choose me.

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