Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 95.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She crossed her arms.

"I'm um, here on an assignment." I said holding up my clipboard, my notes and my pass. She scoffed.

"Wow. You've become what, one of those people who like to make up lies about my husband huh?"

I shook my head. "No not at all. I just write what I see and what i'm told."

"Right." She made a face at me but smiled as John walked by.

"Hi love. You were wonderful out there."

"Thanks love. Oh heya Luce! How's it goin!? Paul told me ye were comin." John smiled, facing me and loosening his tie. I smiled and went along.

"Yeah. On assignment. But um.." Before I could finish I heard another girl squeeking in excitement and watched as a redhead girl ran passed us and jumped into...Paul's arms. He smiled and caught her, kissing her over and over again. He looked, well..happy.

I looked down and caught Cyn watching me. A sly grin on her face. Brian called John over to talk to him as Cyn leaned up behind me, whispering in my ear.

"Seems they've all moved on...without you. See, all you are is that easy girl they knew they could sleep with and get away with it. When it really comes down to it love, they'll always choose one of us. It's funny really. That was once you and John."

She pointed at Paul and his girl, holding hands and kissing. I felt my heart sink the more I watched. I felt dizzy. My heartbeat pounding against my chest.

"Now? Looks like you're alone and they're the ones happy."

"Cynthia I...don't deserve this." I felt tears rolling down in my face. Defeated. I looked at her and shook my head. "I don't deserve this."

I could feel her eyes on me as I walked down the hall, passed Paul, passed Brian and John, passed George and Ringo, out the door to my car. I got inside and tossed my things to the side, crying my eyes out. She was right. They've all moved on and I was alone. I didn't mean anything to them. Paul was right. They're the same bastards who will hurt me.

I drove home in a hurry, just wanting to get away from that place, from them. I can't believe I fell for it. Letting Paul into my personal life. Into my home. I felt sick again. I needed to get away. To get my mind off things.

I passed my house and went straight to the office.

..

I tossed my things on Andrews desk and shook my head.

"I..I'm not ready for this assignment Andrew."

He looked up at me and nodded. "Lucy, are you alright? You've been crying."

I sat down and shook my head as he walked around and handed me a tissue.

"No. I'm not alright. I just...I'm so overwhelmed with everything right now. This sickness isn't helping." I shook my head. "I just want to die."

"Lucy come on, don't say that. You're the strongest woman I ever met. Who's done this to you?" He kneeled down and wiped my tears as I pointed to my papers. He sighed and shook his head.

"Does this band have anything to do with your past? Before you moved here."

I nodded. He nodded in response.

"I knew it. That explains the nervousness and the reluctance." He shook his head. "Lucy Lucy Lucy. I'm sorry. Look the thing with journalism is that, you can't get too attatched to these people. Once you do, they'll break you down and...you won't get anything done. I've made the same mistake once."

I looked up at him. "Really?"

"Of course. We all do. But we learn. We learn to be stronger. Why don't you think I'm the owner of this god damn place?."

I smiled and laughed a little. He smiled, kissing my cheek. I sighed and looked down.

"Andrew I..I want out of the assignment. Just, give me something else. Anything but this."

He nodded and stood up. "Okay. I understand."

"A..Andrew?"

"Yes?"

"Does your offer still stand? From earlier?"

He looked at me. "If you'd like."

I smiled and nodded. "I think I need this more than anyone."

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