Chapter 4
JOHN’S POV
I am here, head in hands. It’s been three days since Paul got kidnapped and we still don’t have news. I can’t focus on anything, I don’t sleep and I barely eat. Paul is all my life. But every second we waist is a second in which he could suffer or die. The police seem to ignore it. Brian is trying everything possible.
I told George and Ringo my feelings for Paul. They didn’t judge me, they’re comforting me very much. I appreciate that, but I can’t stop thinking of him. Oh Paul, what is he doing to you? What am I going to do without you?
I’m crying now.
The phone rings. I answer.
“Yes?”
“Is it Mr. Lennon?”
“I think so.”
“It’s the police. We think we found him.”
“What?! Is he okay?”
“We haven’t already gone to the place we think he is. We want you to come with us.”
“Sure! Now!”
“Okay Mr. Lennon, we’ll find you at your house.”
In the car I don’t speak. I’m afraid to what could have happened to Paul. I want to kill that bastard. I want him to die. I can’t lose my Paulie.
We arrive at that place. I get out of the car and run towards the house. Before entering, I hear a scream of fear and pain. It surely is Paul.
“GET AWAY OF HIM, YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!”
