Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 82.

I sat at the bar, writing an acceptance letter to that job offer in New York. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag, filling my lungs with bliss.

I was furiously writing as George came over to me.

"Come on Lucy it's barely noon and that's your third glass today."

"Just leave me alone George. I'm leaving. For good."

"You're just upset love. Come on let's take a walk yeah?"

"I'm not in the mood. I just..ugh." I slammed my pen down and laid my head on the cold hard counter. "Just ship me off into outer space and maybe, I'll find a martian who will love me more."

George laughed and shook his head. "Come on. I think some fresh air will do ye good."

I looked at him and nodded, putting my things in my bag. I stood up and walked out with him, grabbing his hand as we walked down the road.

...

"It's Thanksgiving in a few days." I said sitting next to the small pond at the park. George sat next to me.

"Ah. American holiday yeah?"

I smiled to myself and nodded. "Yeah. My mom used to make a big thing over it. My last one was with my mom and Phil. He promised that even though we lived here, we'd still celebrate it. Back in New York, Phil heard about the huge parade and he took me. It was so magical. I remember just drinking hot chocolate while watching tv in the afternoon. We'd starve ourselves all day so that when it was time to eat, we'd stuff ourselves full."

George smiled and looked down. "Sounds like fun."

"It was. It brought us closer together. As a family...if I only knew what'd happen a year later, I might have appreciated it more. That was the last time I celebrated Thanksgiving. Now.." I shrugged and bit my lip.

"Why don't we celebrate it?"

I just looked at him. "Why?"

"To remind you that...ye still have a family. I mean come on, we can invite Paul, Pete, Richard...John."

I sighed and shook my head. "That's just a recipe for disaster."

"Then just us yeah? You and me and Paul. Since you're stayin with him and he's got a kitchen."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah come on. It'll give us something to do besides just sit around and argue over music."

"Can Richard come?"

"The more the better." He smiled squeezing my hand.

...

November 25, 1961

I haven't seen John in a few days. Although Paul told me he wanted to speak to me but..I just wasn't ready to speak to him. He was staying with Cynthia from what I knew.

"Come on Lucy, ye knew he was already sleeping with her. Why be upset with it now?" Paul asked as he stirred mashed potatos in a pot. I sighed and leaned against the counter.

"I dunno. I mean it's one thing when you just know but when you see it for yourself...like actually see it, reality just slaps you in the face."

"I'm sorry Lucy. I really am. But...you weren't completely faithful that same night either." He whispered. I nodded.

"I know. I mean I slept with his best friend for christs sake. But then again, i'm not sneaking around, meeting you behind his back and calling you late at night or early in the morning to tell you I love and miss you."

He sighed. "Ye got a point there. You're goin to have to go back sooner or later."

"I know ...just not now. Come on, let's just enjoy the day yeah?"

"You're right." He smiled and poured some vodka in a small glass and handed it to me. He poured some for himself.

"To new beginnings."

I smiled. "To new beginnings." I clinked my glass with his and took a long drink.

"Fucking christ I needed that." I laughed. He nodded and poured himself another glass.

"Cooking can be stressfull. Good thing I have ye here with me." He winked. I blushed.

...

It was about nine in the evening as we all sat in the living room, watching tv and completely full from out dinner. George groaned and rubbed his stomach.

"I think I ate more than I could chew."

"Serves you right. Nobody told ye to get seconds." Richard said laying his head on Geo's shoulder. I giggled.

"It was fun though. "Avin a big dinner, talking, spending a day together." Paul smiled.

"I'm glad I got to spend it with all of you. I mean...in a weird way, you've all become my family." I smiled as Paul stood up.

"Yeah. A bloody disfunctional family. But...I feel the exact same way." He smiled. "Anyone want another drink?"

"Me." me and Richard answered at the same time.

"I'll take some more pie. Thank ye very much." George said staring at the tv screen. Paul just rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen as I laughed.

"I'm glad you're here Richard." I said leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"Me too Luce. I'm glad ye thought of me." He blushed.

Paul came back and handed George a plate with pie and handed me and Ritchie our drinks. He sat next to me and gave my a sympathetic smile as I looked at him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as I leaned my head on his shoulder watching the screen.

He knew what I was thinking. I was thinking of him. I missed him. His hugs. His kisses. His horrible jokes. It's only been a week and he's already invaded my mind. No matter how much he hurts me, I'll always love him. I hate John Lennon.

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