She Said She Loves You (Beatles AU fanfic)

Chapter 34

Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in years so here we are! A beautiful John chapter. And thanks to you guys that have stuck with me and are still reading this!!! <3 thebeatlemaniaclife

John's pov

Ever since I beat Paul, I tried to get him back to a good health. Even though he forgave me, he was still terrified of me. Every time I would  hug or touch him, he would tense up, like he was waiting for something bad to happen.

Paul hated to be near me out of fear. He would beg someone to be with us if we went somewhere. I knew he didn't hate me, but he was close to it. I didn't think he'd ever let me be his best friend again.

One day, three months after the accident, Paul asked me to put some healing cream on his back. I agreed within two seconds. I got the cream and lifted Paul's shirt up. I saw all of the scars on Paul's back.

Paul would have these scars forever. And the sad thing was that I had caused them. I laid the belt on his body for him thinking the wrong thing. I felt like shit. I shook my head and rubbed his back with the cream.

"That feel good, Paul," I asked, giving Paul a message on his shoulders. Paul nodded and sighed. "What's wrong, Paulie," I asked, concerned. Paul tensed up and shook his head quickly.

I frowned at Paul's reluctance. I grabbed his arms and shook him. He winced in pain. I let my hands graze down the sleeves of his sweater. Paul grimaced in hurt all the way my hands touched. I froze and stared him in the eyes. "Please, Paul, no," I whispered horsley, as if I recorded a full album in one day by myself. Paul didn't look at me. "Paul," I cried.

Paul still didn't answer. I gently took Paul's arm and slowly rolled up his sleeve. On his arm, I saw tender burns. I glanced up at Paul's face. He was silently crying. I took the other arm and rolled up that sleeve as well. Same thing.

"Paulie," I asked softly. "What are you doing when we're not here." Paul looked me in the eyes, tears streaming down his baby cheeks. "Bad things, John," Paul whispered. "Oh, Paulie," I whispered and pulled Paul into a hug.

Paul buried his face into my shoulder and cried. I put my hand on the back of his head and held him tightly. I stroked Paul's back with my other hand and held him tighter. Paul tensed up, then relaxed into my grasp. "There, that's it," I whispered. Paul sobbed and clutched onto me for dear life. I sighed and moved out of Paul's grasp. I gently laid the sobbing Paul on his bed.

I pulled the covers down and moved him beneath them. I pulled the blankets over him and laid on the blankets beside him. I stroked his hair back from his face as his crying subsided. After he stopped crying Paul looked at me and said, "Thanks for finding out, John."

I gave Paul a weak smile and ruffled his raven black hair. "Don't mention it, love," I answered. Paul sighed and put his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling. "John, I don't know how to stop," Paul said.

I sighed. I patted Paul's still exposed arms. "Where else," I asked. Paul sighed and quietly answered, "My chest, shoulders, thighs, and legs." I put my arm around Paul and pulled him into my chest. I felt tears pooling onto my chest and held him closer.

"Make it stop, Johnny, please make it stop," Paul whimpered. I sighed. "There's nothing I can do," I answered, truthfully. "My head hurts," Paul sobbed. I held him tightly. "I know," I whispered. "I know." Paul cried against my chest until he fell asleep. I hummed a sweet tune in my head until I fell asleep.

I was awoken by a shrill scream. I knew no one else had heard as they were all out eating or shopping or something. I felt something beating against my chest. I opened my eyes to Paul writhering and squirming underneath the blankets.

Paul was a sweaty mess. He was apparently crying, as tears were streaming down his baby soft cheeks. "Stop John," Paul screamed. I frowned. "Your hurting me," Paul yelped. I grabbed onto Paul's shoulders and shook him. "Wake up, Paul," I yelled.

Paul screamed. I pulled Paul into my arms. "Wake up, Paulie," I cried. Paul thrashed around in my grasp. I shook him again. "Please, Paul, you need to wake up," I cried. Paul awoke with a jo lt. Paul gasped and started panting. I pulled him tightly to my chest. Paul sobbed against my shirt. I put my hand in his hair stroked it. "Don't cry," I whispered.

Paul looked at me. "You were hitting me, John," He whimpered. "Never again, Paulie," I whispered, holding him as tightly as I could. Paul nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. "Hey Paulie," I asked. "Hmm," Paul asked. "I think you need to go back to sleep, love," I answered. Paul nodded. I gently leaned Paul onto his bed and pulled the blankets over him. I kissed his forehead and Paul smiled weakly.

"Close you're eyes," I sang softly. Paul sighed and closed his eyes. I  fell asleep to Paul's evened out breathing. I awoke to Paul's bed empty. I sat up and listened for Paul.

I heard crying from the bathroom and I jumped up. I tried opening the door, but it was locked. "Paulie, open up," I said gently, knocking on the door. I heard shuffling and the door opened.

"Hi John," Paul said with a farce smile. I frowned. "Paul..." I asked. "Yeah," Paul chirped. "What's going on," I questioned. "Nothing," Paul lied. I pushed Paul from the door and went to the sink. I found a bloody blade and the sink was full of blood.

I gasped and looked at Paul. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. I grabbed Paul's right arm and pushed up the sleeve. There were many raw cuts going up Paul's wrist. "Paul..."