Get Back (Sequal to Act Naturally)

Something Hidden

Chapter 9

Dennis Pov

I knew or at least I felt Missy was hiding something from me but what?

"Dennis!" I heard from the upstairs in our room.

I quickly stumbled up the stairs as a frightened deer.

"Whats wrong? Is the baby okay? I'll call an ambulance."

She stared at me curiously "Dennis calm down I was just calling you up here"

"Oh" I replied in embarresment

i went on "so whats up?" I asked ignoring what just happened

her grin melted down to a frown 

"I have something to tell you" she sighed as she slumped into the bed sheets.

I slowly sat in a leather armchair by the bed which she laid in.

'"Go on" I sighed

Her eyes started turning red as if she was going to cry

"I can't" she bursted as tears ran down her face.

I stood up immediatley and joined her in the bed, wrapping my arms around her and rocking her back and forth.

'its ok you don't need to tell me" I calmly spoke

She pushed me away then took a deep breath 

"no Dennis I have to tell you" she spoke in a shooken tone

I ran my fingers through her hair calmly.

"you don't have to tell me, and even if you do I promise I won'nt get upset"

She rolled her eyes "im going to tell you no matter what" 

I wiped her tears off her warm rosy soft red cheeks. 

"and I know you will be upset" she sighed

I  shook my head calmly "its alright, I will never hurt you"

She immediatley focused " Dennis"

"yes" I replied mentally preparing for the worst of her secret.

" I don't think your the father" she calmly explained

I stayed silent to control my reaction and temper then spoke as calmly as i could  to keep my promise.

"who is then?"

her eyes filled with tears again. 

I sighed  "don't say" 

 I knew who the father was, the one man or brit she once loved. The one who hurt her heart, the one who claimed to be in an amazing band of the Beatles. how could I be so stupid.  The band which took our surf rock out of our country and that has made my brother Brian jealous. They took us off the charts and took my Missy. They weren't a mannered british band at all. They were thiefs, liars, and ...........

"Dennis im sorry" a calm voice cut me off of my thoughts.

I stood up and walked out. 

I  couldn't believe anything like this would happen, I Dennis Wilson to have this happen to me. Why did I have to go to Bob Dylan's party in New York in 1964. I should of stayed in the hotel Like my other brothers Brian and Carl. I wouldnt have found Missy sitting outside alone and sad. She lied to me when she told me she loved me. why...........

again my thoughts were interupted by a knock on the door.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the door and opened it.