Run For Your Life {Beatles Fanfic}

One - Away

I stormed down an unfamiliar street. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't. My parents were driving me mad, with all their obsession with The Beatles. They believed they were some superhuman group set out to take over the world.

"Beatlemania wouldn't bloody mind,"

I muttered to myself, in their famous Liverpoodle, however the hell you spelled it, accents. 

My parents ever do try to track those four men down and give a 'talking' to them. For all I know, they're sought out to kill the boys. Not that I feel bad for them. They have everything. I hate them with a fierce passion.

I reached in my purse and made sure my wallet with my valuable but limited money was there. I was running away. My parents were using me as their test monkey for their stupid concoctions to faze that stupid band, if they were to even catch them. I was tired of getting injected witih random shit, I was tired of being put to sleep and waking up, not knowing who I was. I stopped before a decent hotel. I glanced behind me to the city of New York to make sure my parents weren't around to drag me back home. With a sigh of relief, I walked in.

"Just you, madam?" the concierge asked.

I glared at him; I was the only person here.

"Yes. I want the best room you have."

I reached for my wallet and gently shoved the wrinkled bills to his desk. The concierge sighed and rummaged for a key.

"Room 913. I warn you, there will be some noise since a big group will come soon, but all other rooms are booked."

"Like I care. But thanks."

I snatched the keys and went in search for my room. I was never usually this mean, so I tried to calm myself. I was put in the top floor, of course, I asked for the best. Looking at the room door next to me, 915, I pondered about what big group was coming in. I shook my head at the silly thought of 'them' coming.

The room was actually nice compared to the rest of the hotel. The window was what first drew me in. The blinds were purposely drawn to the side, to show off the beautiful view of New York City. I stepped out to the balcony, and noticed it was shared with the room next to me. I honestly didn't mind, as I was too tired from walking out of town to the city to worry. I went back inside, showered, and realized I had to buy clothes.

I couldn't buy clothes! I had money for  only important things, like food. I almost slapped myself. I needed a job. I hoped it wouldn't be hard to find one in the city. I plopped down in bed and tried to take a nap.  

Then, they arrived.