Chapter 2
JOHN’S POV
Paul is late. We were supposed to be at the studious today. It’s strange, Paul is never late. Maybe is because last night. I want to apologize. I hate being angry with Paul. Oh, Paul. My beautiful Paul. Yes, I love him. I’ve accepted it. I’m a fuckin’ queer. I just don’t want to tell him because I’d lose him, and that’s the last thing I want. I’ve hurt him last night. I’m sorry, Paul, but, fuck, come here! I want you.
Suddenly the phone rings. I get it. Maybe it’s Paul.
“Yes?”
“Is it John Lennon?”
“Well, I guess so. Who are you?”
“Your dear boyfriend Paul is mine, now.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, I’ve raped him.”
“Wait, you what? Oh my God, what are you doing him?”
“He’s got a great ass, you know? Don’t worry. You can’t have him back. He’s my slut, now. Bye!”
And with that, he closed the call. I stay frozen, until a worried George shakes me.
“John! John! What the fuck happened?”
“Paul has been raped.”
They all have got shocked faces.
“What the hell do we do now?”
“I don’t know. Call the police”
