All My Loving <Paul McCartney fanfic>

Chapter 11

I baked the cake yesterday and i only told paul that it was for my friends birthday party today. And that he would have to take me. I pretended it was john sister. We drove to johns house and walked in. "It looks a bit empty." He said. Out came john "course it does macca. Everyone's hiding." Then everyone popped out chorusing a surprise. Paul looked happy and i set the cake down. Ringo was stood in the corner smoking a cigarette. I walked over and said hi. He quickly pulled my head to his and kissed me. He let go looking smug while I backed away almost crying. I backed into paul and he looked at me confused. "What happened?" He asked. "Oh, nothing just happy that we threw you a party. And happy that you're finally 22." I lied my voice breaking. Ringo came over and told me he was sorry. I ran outside not thinking about the road or the truck speeding down it.

I felt numb as pauls arms wrapped around me. He carried me bridal style into johns house and i lay there still and lifeless.

The next thing I knew was that I was in hospital with paul by my side. "Bella! You're awake." He said enthusiastically. I turned my head to see him. "I can't feel my legs." I almost whispered. He looked sad and walked out. I fell asleep again. All too soon. When I woke again, I was still in hospital and paul was back. I showed a faint smile. He scowled. "What?" I asked. "Who kissed you?" He asked. He was angry. "How did you know?" "Ringo told me he saw someone kissing you at the party." I started to cry. Ringo told him? He was the one who kissed me. "Answer me! Who fucking kissed you?" He shouted. I wanted to be swallowed by the uncomfortable hospital bed. I gulped "Ringo did." I answered almost screaming myself. "Ringo?" He asked. I nodded. He stormed out of the room and all I could see was Ringo being punched several times before falling to the floor. I lay back crying thinking why I still couldn't feel my legs.

A doctor came in and Paul wasn't with me. "Where's my brother?" I asked. He will be coming back. As if on cue he strolled through the door as if nothing had happened. "I have some news for you." The doctor said. Paul held my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You have been very badly injured and I am sad to tell you that..."

OOH CLIFFANGER. CARRY ON READING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS.