Is it too late?

Part 9

Paul's POV

I woke up with George in my arms and John hugging me. I was slightly confused. Why are we on the ground and where was Ringo? Man I had a horrible nightmare, it felt so real. The pain, the tears the lose of Ringo. RINGO!

I immediately stood up, waking everybody. This wasn't a bad dream, this was real.

''What is it luv, man I had a terrible night.'' John sounded like he didn't remember anything. ''What is George doing in our room?''

I sat down on the bed with a sigh feeling defeated. John stood up and sat down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

''It wasn't a bad dream then.'' He sighed.

''No it wasn't. We lost our Ringo.'' I look down at George. I have never seen him so depressed.

''Oh George, he isn't gone forever. We will find him.''

''HOW DO YOU KNOW!''

''George everyone is sad that Ringo isn't here, but you don't have to do this.'' Now John was getting kind of angry.

''WHAT, JOHN, WHAT CAN'T I DO?''

''You're going to far George.''

I saw pain in George his eyes and I knew what to do. I gave him a hug and I think he appreciated it.

''The last words I told him is that he we never have fun because he was to scared. I yelled at him for no reason. An... and I can never tell him I love him.'' He whispered softly.

Then someone knocked on our door.

''Lads please, I've called the police and they are on the case right now.'' John opened the door.

''The police won't do anything, we better go to the place ourselves.'' I knew John was still mad at Brian, but at least he didn't yell at him.

''John I don't think that's a good id-'' Brian began.

''It wasn't a proposal.'' With that he shoved Brian out of the way.

George and I followed him. Brian stood still for a moment but decided to follow us too.

George's POV

We arrived at the place we held our concert yesterday. It was so much fun only a day ago, but now... I hated the place.

''Well, let's take a look then. Now there aren't any screaming girls.'' Paul always tried to have a positive attitude, which made this place a little bit better.

I walked around, but I didn't see anything. ''This is stupid, we are never going to find anything.''

I saw John and Paul looking at something at the ground. And I started running towards it. It was something brown, but there was still some red in it. I was going sick when I new what it was.

Blood.

''George, I... I'm sorry you had to see this.'' Paul began. But I was already walking away, to the entrance of the building. John, Paul and Brian followed me.

''Our breakroom, we had so much fun.'' John said with clear sadness in his voice.

I saw a door that was only slightly opened. I opened it completely but only saw a couch and a jacket. Ringo his jacket.

Anger came back as I thought about that man who took him. I picked up the jacket and held it close to me. A paper fell out of it.

Curiosity took over anger and I picked it up. It was Ringo's handwriting. On top of the paper it said:

For George, the love of my life

I couldn't believe my eyes. Ringo had feelings for me! I thought that because he wrote it to me, I could read it. But while I was reading it I got more sad. I crashed down on the bank in tears. I was a terrible friend, why couldn't I have helped him. Paul, John and Brian came running through the door. Paul immediately hugged me while John asked what the matter was. I handed him the letter and he looked at it. Brian came, but John pushed him out of the room.

''This isn't your business Brian. Go away.'' Brian did as he was told. ''May we read it George?

I just nodded silently.

For George, the love of my life,

Dear George, If you only would know how much I love you. When we held hands in public I wanted to stay there forever. I caused quite a scene with me almost passing out. Paul and John think I had stage fright, I just wish it was stage fright. But it are the voices in my head that got too much. Love is a beautiful thing, but if you can't express it, it can be the most painful thing in the world. if I'm in complete silence a sickening black will overthrow me and voices will tell me I'm worth nothing. If you hear that long enough you believe it is true. I am worth nothing.

''I'm the worst friend ever. How could I never have known about this.'' I cried out. Paul hugged me tighter.

''Wait there is something on the back.'' John said. I was too sad to have read it.

''I don't know if I want to hear it.'' I said silently.

''It's a love song, I didn't know Ringo wrote songs.''

I give him all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love him, too
I love him

He gives my everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
He brings to me
And I love him

A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love him

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love him

For you George, my love. I wish I could express my love for you.

Yours truly,

Ringo.

''It's beautiful.'' Was the only thing I could bring out.

''Lads, it's me, Brian.'' We heard from the other side of the door. ''I think I found something that you might find interesting.''

We walk with Brian to the alley where I saw Ringo for the last time.

''Why are we here Brian.''

''This was the alley right... George?'' I sadly nodded.

''Well I looked around and found that.'' He pointed at a big block of something.

''What's that?''

''It's a security camera.'' Brian said excitedly. ''There are not much yet, but if I'm correct it recorded how Ringo was taken.''

''This camera is from the security of the concert hall.''

''They probably have the tape, since it's only a day old.''

''That means if we go with the tape to the police they can see the man who is behind this.''

''And that brings us a step closer to finding Ringo.'' I said with a little hope, but mostly determination in my voice.

Not much special in this part, but they came a bit closer to finding Ringo. Yeayy. Well, till the next part guys :>