Please Please Me * McLennon * DISCONTINUED

one

"But they're innocent people." i remark quietly, following the grey-haired man through the hallways of the busy police station. He was a fair bit taller than me, yet that wasn't too hard, and it made it even harder to disagree with him. The officers already suspected me to be a poof and i really didn't want them to find out, but this....this was so morally wrong.

"They aren't innocent, Constable! There must be an end to these fags. Their turnin' our children gay and filthy. This is not wha' innocence looks like!" Chief Inspector Jones mumbles anrgily as he leads me into the locker rooms. I almost want to chuckle a little. Being gay wasn't contagious, but i wouldn't dare tell him that. I was out-spoken, but not to Jones. He had my balls in a vice. "Now," He says turning to me, not as angry anymore. "Yer got a bird yerself, Constable?"

"No, Sir." I shake my head slowly, and he raises an eyebrow skeptically. Shit. Why didn't i say yes?

"Not a poof yerself, Constable?" Chief Inspector Jones asks, leaning in closer to my face, trying to read my emotionless features. But i shake my head sharply, as if being disgraced he'd ask.

"Of course not, Sir. I'm a lot of things, but never would i be a sinner." i say reassuringly, making sure he wouldn't question it further. I wasn't gay. I knew that much. Bisexual maybe? But even that was enough to get me into some serious trouble, if anyone i didn't trust found out.

"Well for a fresh chap like yerself, i need you on the beach job." he orders and mentally, i tremble. This was not good. Everything on my outside is cool and collected, but everything inside, down to the core of my soul, was screaming for me to get out of here. But i hold everything i'm feeling deep inside untill i'm nothing but numb and nod at him. "There's some clothes in yer locker that me wife sorted out for all the lads going to the beach today. Expect yer ta be ready in 20. We'll be setting off in a few." He smiles and places a hand on my shoulder, leaving to let me to change.

I nod sharply once, and once he leaves i exhale shakily. "Nononononononononononono." i mutter hastily under my breath, pulling at the strands of my hair frustratedly. We all knew what the 'beach job' was and i had been praying not to be picked for it. I sit down on one of the benches that lined the walls of the small and musty room with my head in my hands.

It is just a job. I kept repeating in my mind. Over and over again. Everything was spinning like the whirl-wind of my thoughts and i tried my best just to forget about the terror and dreadfulness of the whole thing. Not an easy thing to do.

Eventually, i stood and opened my locker to a pair of blue checkered shorts, a plain leather belt and a short-sleeved solid colour blue button down.

Slipping on the scratchy clothes, i sigh sadly and leave the locker room sluggishly, scuffing my feet as i walk, figuring it's fitting for my mood. My whole body was sour; shoulders slumped, face a mask of hate and my shakey hands shivering at my sides.

"Oi, John!" Oliver yells cheerily from inside the police chevy that held the four other officers who were heading to the beach today. It was parked outside the station on the curb, waiting for me like transport to hell. But hell would be better than this. "Yer running late!" he chuckles and i roll my eyes as playfully as i can.

"Yer impatient bastard." i mutter playfully, trying to forget about what i'd be doing in the next few hours.

"Great. Now tha' Lennon has so graciously blessed us with his presents, we'll be off." Cheif Inspecter Thomas, says sarcastically, making the rest of the officers chuckle as she sits in the driver's seat. The car groans to a start and heads off in the direction of the beach, which was quite a while away from the center of the city.