Hello, Everyone! So, this is my new story 'Against Their Will' & it's a sequel to my previous fiction 'Falling Slowly For a Beatle'!

I really hope you enjoy this story, as it is only my second one. I received very amazing feedback on my first story, & I hope everyone will come and join this new one!

Well, I hope you enjoy the first chapter to 'Against Their Will'! (:

January 4, 1972

Payton's POV

"Payton, breakfast!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I was just about finishing my makeup when she called again, this time louder, "You're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!"

God forbid I be late to school. I thought to myself.

"Hold on," I yell back as I put the last coat of mascara on my lashes. They were looking great until I accidently poked myself in the eye with the mascara wand. I groaned in pain, "Come on."

I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as my eye slowly began to water with a tint of pink. This always freaking happens! I blinked continuously, trying to control the water from dripping out of my eyes. Once my eye was back to normal, I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, fixing my brunette hair softly. It lay naturally, with a bit of natural waves, and it was quite long. I hadn't had it trimmed in a while, but it was still in great condition to be honest. I glanced in the mirror, one last time, before catching the very familiar picture from the corner of my eye that sat on my bathroom counter. I tried to fight the urge to look at, like I do every morning, but of course I found myself gazing at it.

The photo was of my real family. My Mother Anna, Father Clint, and my two younger Brothers Anthony and Ethan. They were the family I used to have- before they died, leaving me here alone always wondering why my life was spared in that fatal car accident. To be honest, I remember the night like it was yesterday… I can still hear the high-pitched cry my mother yelled right before our car flipped the first time. I can't seem to ever erase it from my mind, though I wish I could. But, in the end, I do love my life. I'm grateful that Aunt Emma and Uncle Paul were kind-hearted enough to adopt me, I mean, you can't really find people like them.

Though when I first found out that my family didn't make it, I was a complete mess. I wouldn't talk, eat, or sleep for days. Sometimes I cried the entire night, and when I tried to stop- I ended up crying even more. And when I wasn't crying, I was having horrifying dreams that would be on a repeated cycle every time I fell asleep. It was like my mind enjoyed tormenting me, saying to it self, 'Oh, she's asleep! Time to make her dream, and make her wake up screaming uncontrollably!'

I'm thankful that I finally got over my deep depression though. I wouldn't have made it through it, if it wasn't for Aunt Emma and Uncle Paul. I now cringe as I look back on the nights where they'd dash into my room, and continually remind me that everything was okay. Sometimes one of them would hold me through the night, just so I could get through it. And as of this day, I do consider them my parents. Obviously not my biological parents, but I do call them 'mom' and 'dad'.

Aunt Emma probably had it the hardest though. She had to deal with my depression, as well as my dad's depression when The Beatles broke up. My dad's wasn't as worst as mine, but he did have it really bad. Like me, he didn't sleep much, but unlike me when he did- he slept for days. When he finally awoke he wouldn't get out of bed, and just continue like that for weeks. He also wouldn't shave for a while. I don't know how, but my mom did manage to get him out of his broken haze. It was unbelievable to watch, actually. It was like, their love really did conquer all. It proved that they could get through anything, as long as they had each other. Seeing them together, I just hope that I can find a love like theirs one day.

"Payton, come on now," I could hear my dad's voice sounding, making it obvious he wasn't far from me. The next second, his head peered into my medium sized bathroom before entering completely still in his pajama plaid pants and a white shirt. "Yer' going to be late for school if ye' don't- Well! Don't you look dashing?"

I could see a small smile slowly begin to creep upon the corner of his mouth, obviously showing he was in a great mood today. Now, usually, a great mood for a father is amazing! Right? Well not in this case. You see, when my dad is in a great mood, he tends to be overly lovely and child like. It's really not that great, but some times funny things can result from it- I must admit.

"Very funny," I rolled my eyes as I tiredly strode past him and back into my room. The sun's rays beamed brightly through my open curtains, and emitted my room with a morning feeling as I searched for my book bag. Thank goodness I had cleaned my bedroom earlier this week, making the quest for my bad way simpler. I picked it up from where it laid, right next to my nightstand, and slung it lazily over shoulder as I prepared to walk out of my room.

"I'm serious," I could hear my dad call from behind me, picturing him raising his eyebrows in defense.

I laughed, "Even though I wear the same uniform everyday, same makeup, and same hairstyle." I quickly hopped downstairs and tossed my bag towards the front door when I had landed on the last step.

"Be careful, ye' might hurt ye' books," My dad followed me from behind with a bit of a chuckle.

I once again rolled my eyes, with a smile of amusement, as I headed towards the kitchen table. I could spot James already stuffing his face in his food- literally. Even though it was just a small portion of eggs, he still made it seem so much bigger than that. It was cute, really, the way he grabbed his breakfast in his hands. It's like the word 'utensils' never existed in his life. As he munched on his food, his eyes casually drifted towards me and radiated with joy.

He smiled, with a few teeth missing, as he called, "Bacon."

"That's me," I raised my eyebrows once with an amused grin on my face as I outreached my arms towards him. He swiftly turned away in one move, leaving me humored and rejected. Obviously he wasn't old enough to realize what he had done, making the situation a bit more funny.

"Now that's just cold," My dad said jokingly as he settled into his seat, with his nose slightly scrunched before remembering something, "And James, it's not 'Bacon', it's Payton. Remember, we're vegetarian son."

I laughed before lightly kissing the top of James light brown head, his hair in neat disarray. As my dad began to playfully interact with James, like every morning, I casually made my way into the kitchen. The sweet aroma of my mother's cooking filled the air as I headed towards the cupboard. I opened it and grabbed a white medium sized bowl before heading over to the pantry.

I walked around my mother as she piled a load of eggs and potatoes on a plate, my guess it was for my dad, while I swung the pantry door open.

"Good morning," She called sweetly over her shoulder, still in her pajamas like my dad.

"Morning," I smiled back before turning my head back to the options of cereal I had. I randomly chose one before going back to my bowl, and pouring it in. After I was done fixing my bowl of cereal, I grabbed a spoon and shuffled back to the table where my dad was playing an exciting game of peek-a-boo with James. Just as I sat down in my seat, my mother came out with both her plate and my dad's plate of food.

She placed his plate in front of him, and he pecked her sweetly on the lips. I laughed slightly as they pulled back. I don't know why, I just always found it amusing when they kissed.

I began aimlessly lifting small amounts of my sugared cereal into my mouth, not really looking forward to my long day of school that I had ahead of me. As my mom and dad held their own conversation, I couldn't help but think of how much I just didn't want to go to school today.

Maybe I'll skip…

Skipping wasn't an unusual thing for me. Of course I didn't do it often enough to get caught, but just a good once in a while. And, I hadn't skipped a day since September, so today will definitely be the day I get some slack- plus, I was Friday. I guess one of the benefits of having the 'McCartney' name was that, if I told the teachers or headmaster I had a family thing, they didn't have the need to call home and tell my parents I was absent. It was great!

I could feel my mood drastically shift to an excited one as I realized my day ahead of me. But, I would have to talk to Macy on the bus and see if she can skip with me. Macy Grace Wood, will, and always be my best friend. We first met each other at school when I had moved to London with Uncle Paul and Emma, after I recuperated from the crash. She was just a few months younger than me, but that didn't make a difference at all for us. We bonded very quickly, though we never knew how.

"Did you hear that Payton?" My dad's voice asked out of the blue.

I looked up from my now soggy bowl of cereal, "What?"

"We want you home right after school," Now my mother talked from her seat.

"Oh," I nodded my head, still confused. "Why?"

"We're trying to get as much family time in as possible, before the tour starts," My dad said, before stuffing a fork load of food in his mouth with his eyebrows raised.

"But you're taking James with you guys," I looked in between my parents. "And I'll be with you guys too for a majority of the time."

"Yeh' but once touring starts, it's gonna' be crazy." My dad shook his head as he looked at me.

"Alright," I sighed standing up and collecting my bowl and spoon.

"I'll get that," My mom said gently at me before continuing, "Just hurry, you're going to miss the bus."

"Okay, I'm going," I laughed slightly. "I get it. You all hate me, and want me out of the house."

"We don't hate ye'," Dad cocked his head with a grin as he looked down.

I rushed over to my mother as she wrapped her hands around my neck and gently kissed me on my cheek before smiling, "I love you."

"Love you too," I nodded smiling back, before going over to dad.

"Come ere'," He opened his arms widely, standing up from the table. I quickly went forward as he embraced me and kissed me sweetly on the side of my head. "Have fun at school."

"I'll try," I felt guilty, knowing I wouldn't even be attending any classes today what so ever. I pulled back from our hug before reaching up and kissing Paul's cheek quickly.

I went to James and kissed his head softly before heading towards the front door. I picked up my book bag, throwing it over my shoulder, and turning the handle to the front door. I opened it leisurely, keeping my hand on the knob, and turning around to face my family. I smiled, "Love you, I'll try be home quickly."

"Bye sweetheart," My dad waved.

"Have a great day, honey," I could see my mom's smile from all the way at the front door.

I waved back before heading outside, and closing the door in the process. I looked to my left, and across the lawn, seeing the bright long school bus stroll down the street only houses away. I hurriedly walked across the front yard and met the bus at our house's mailbox, waiting for the driver to open the door. The door slowly and creakily shifted open and I carefully climbed up the stairs. I flashed a smile to our regular bus driver, Mr. Neel, and proceeded to find Macy as I walked down the aisle. I found her familiar face and smiled before taking a seat next to her, just about in the middle of the bus.

"Hey," Macy greeted warmly as she gently pushed her dark brown hair out of her face.

I turned my head towards her and smiled, "Hey."

I paused for a moment before continuing casually, "So, I was wondering if you wanted to skip today with me?"

She laughed slightly, "One of those days, huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed back as I set my beige book bag on my skirt's lap and leaned my head back on black leather seat. I shifted my eyes towards her hazel ones, "What do you say?"

"I'd love to but I can only skip after lunch." Macy leaned her back up against the window and faced me.

"Alright, I'll wait for you at the docks," I responded with a bit of excitement. The docks were our usual place we'd go when Macy and I skipped, it was our official spot. We'd buy an order or two of fish n' chips, and sit carelessly on the docks as we let our feet dangle above the water.

Macy nodded, "Sounds good."

"Hey," I smiled as I continued to nibble at the fish tender from the basket of fish n' chips I had bought just before she arrived.

Her shoes thumped against the old wood that lay before our feet as she snatched the basket out of my hands grinning, "Hi,"

I laughed, "Umm,"

"I'm hungry," She mumbled munching on a couple of fries before sitting down on the edge of the dock.

I joined her, letting my feet dangle off the edge as I took a seat next to her. I looked over the vast water, feeling a cool breeze sweep over my face. The salt in the air was comforting in a way. I caught Macy stuffing her face in my food before stating sarcastically, "Just so you know, I bought those. So they're mine."

I quickly grasped the basket before pulling them towards me, very unsuccessfully as I might add. The fries or 'chips' and the tender pieces of fish went flying over the water, before splashing painfully into the dark liquid.

Well, my great plans always seemed to be stupid ones that never turned out the way I expected them to.

"Classic," Macy laughed, turning her head towards me with an amused grin. Her teeth shone brightly as her short straight dark hair framed the side of her face.

"At least the fish have food for the next week," I scrunched my nose sheepishly.

Macy burst out laughing before brushing the crumbs off her feet and lifting herself up, "Don't worry about it, let's just get another one. I have money."

"Okay," I smiled thankfully before lifting myself up also. I grabbed my bag and we both began making our way over to the fish n' chips stand.

As soon as we grabbed a hold of our new order, we picked at it ferociously before Macy nudged me gently, "Hey look at that,"

I turned my head over to her in response, and caught her gaze. She was staring at the rack of newspapers, just by the stand, and it seemed as though the cover title of the paper had caught her eye. I slowly strode over, for a better look, before picking up the grey material. The title was of John and Yoko being photographed somewhere in London.

"What the hell are they doing in London?" I questioned, talking to myself. I opened the newspaper up and searched for a table to sit at, feeling Macy follow me as I looked.

When I finally sat down, I examined the article clearer. It said that John was in London to see my father. Ha!

"Bullshit," I whispered, completely not believing what the article held.

"What?" Macy inquired as her head wandered towards the paper, reading it over my shoulder. A few seconds passed before Macy said with a bit of question, "Hold the phone. John Lennon is here, in London, with Yoko to see your dad?

"I doubt it," I shook my head completely unconvinced. "They haven't spoken since the breakup, and even if it was true- my dad hasn't said anything about it. I doubt John's going to drop by, unannounced, and out of the blue."

"Well what if it is true?" Macy's naïve eyes widened as her mouth was lightly stuffed with fries. "What if he came to make amends with your dad?"

"No," I smiled slightly at her face before reaching for a piece of fish, "All he cares about now is Yoko and New York."

For me, I really hoped John wasn't in London. I used to be an enormous fan of his, but when I heard the song he had released a few months ago about my dad- I flipped. The song was directly pointed at my dad, each insult that sung from John's mouth was like a sword into my his chest. It was horrible to see their friendship spiral to the ground over the past years. Actually not the past years… I realized much earlier that their friendship was becoming strained, probably around 1967 to 68'. They were growing apart, they all wanted different things. I knew I wished it had last, but John was a dick! It was obvious he chose Yoko over the band- over his pals that he had known since his teenage years. He did it for love.. I guess, but he didn't have to insult my dad. Yeah, Paul lashed back at him, but I mean… I'm his daughter, what do you expect? Obviously I'm going to defend him.

And Yoko… Okay, I guess you could say I don't 'personally' know her but I really don't think my dad would lie about her either. Dramatize yes, but lie, no. I mean- she brought a bed into the studio so she could rest? The fuck! And then she'd criticize the band on their songs? Uhmm, last time I checked, it was called 'The Beatles' not 'The Beatles and Yoko Ono.' But, I do feel a bit bad when I pound on her like that. Like I said, I don't know her, but she seems like a pain in the ass. Let's just say, if John and Yoko were in the same room as me, I'd definitely have questions for the two of them…

"Yoko," She said with distaste, before muttering like a child with a grudge, "That bitch."

I laughed aloud, realizing Macy barely knew who Yoko was, only relying on the horror stories I had told her. When I had first met Macy, one of the main reasons why we hit it off really well was because she had almost no clue who the Beatles were- opposed to the many other fan girls in my school. Macy knew they were a band and all, but they never were really her thing. So, she treated me like a normal human being- not Paul McCartney's daughter.

"Yeah," I agreed slightly humored before shaking my head. "John wouldn't come back to England, that was the purpose of moving to New York."

Macy and I continued talking for an eternity, and in the process we bought yet another basket of fish n' chips. We were about to go back to her house, and as we were preparing to leave the docks, I immediately remembered the important information my parents had told me this morning.

"Crap, crap, crap!" I jumped from the picnic table we were sitting as I snatched my bag off the top of it.

"What?" Macy asked quickly.

"I'm supposed to be home right after school," I struggled to get over the bench as my bag caught under the seat. I looked up, still pulling at my bag, and asking swiftly, "What time is it?"

Macy looked down at her wrist watch, "Five."

"Shit," I whispered. School let out an hour and a half ago! After finally getting my bag unlatched from the bench; I threw it over my shoulders and felt bad leaving Macy here alone, "Mace, I'm sorry! I totally forgot what my parents told me! We'll hang out tomorrow?"

By now, I was already hurriedly backing away but facing Macy as she waved off kindly, "It's fine! Just go! Or we really won't be able to hang out!"

"Thank you!" I yelled already sprinting away, whilst trying to keep my bag on my shoulder.

When I finally made it home, I was sweating and out of breath. I wiped the beat of sweat off my brow as I hurried across the lawn, feeling the dampness splat gently against my ankle and heels. I was almost to the front door before I noticed a black image in my peripheral vision. My head snapped to the left and spotted a freaking motorcycle parked in the driveway. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, as I sneakily rushed towards it. When I was finally close enough to see my face in the shiny reflection, I reached out to gently lay my hand on it.

I don't why I did, because everything I touch I end up messing up. As I laid my hand on it, I could feel it slowly drift from under my hands.

"No, no!" I yelled quietly as the motorcycle slowly tilted over and I failed to pull it back up to it's proper position. As the metal screeched in response to hitting the hard concrete, I looked around quickly hoping nobody saw my clumsy act. Realizing the coast was clear, I tiptoed speedily back to the front door as I unbuttoned my handbag searching for my key. I dug it out of the mess in my bag, and jabbed it into the front door. As I turned the key and pushed the door open, I hoped nobody would be waiting me- maybe I could run up to my room and say I've been here the all time? Yeah, I guessed not.

I poked my head around the front door and saw a site I though I would never see.

"Look who's home!" John Lennon called from my couch, smiling cheekily.

I stared in shock, thinking it was all a dream. I mean, it couldn't real. I couldn't be seeing John sitting at the edge of his seat, sipping a cup of tea, as his wife- Yoko freaking Ono sat closely towards him with her legs crossed. And I definitely couldn't be seeing my dad in the same room as him, sitting on the armrest of a chair where my mother sat by his side.

I could feel my eyes widen as my eyes flicked back and fourth between John and Yoko, and my parents. I shut the door behind me before dropping my school bag, "What's going on?"

"John and Yoko sort of- stopped by." My dad commented, with evident distaste in his voice.

"How ye' doin' love?" John questioned looking towards me with eagerness. "I haven't seen ye' in, well years."

Oh it's on. It's on like Donkey Kong.

Well, I really hoped you liked the first chapter! I know it was horrible, but it will get better- I promise! It was a long chapter soo, I apologize.

Please read & review!

P.S. Payton's whole opinion on the John/Yoko thing is purely made up for fictional purposes. I know some of it may come off as disrespect, but it's all for fun! :D Also, obviously, Payton isn't John's biggest fan but it helps set up some type of storyline soo :P

Any comments, suggestions, please tell me. I'm open to anything :]

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