Here is the third chapter! Some of it has been moved around from the second chapter but most of it is new! you may want to go back and reread the second chapter because of the changes. Enjoy! Please R&R!
Celeste
Outside everywhere you looked there were palm trees. I looked out towards the sea. The smell of fish drifted over from the pier.
"Come on George I want to get to the house." Ringo said sticking his head out of the car window. I piled in behind him and John, while Paul took the drivers seat.
"Now listen boys." Brian said. "I've got to head back to the main land to work out some business. Please promise me you won't do anything rash. Especially you John!"
John gave him an innocent puppy face. "You can't be talking about me." Paul snickered.
" Don't worry." Ringo promised "if John acts out I'll take me drumsticks to 'im." "Fine, I'll see you boys in a week then." "Oh and here are the directions to the house George." He said handing me a bundle of papers.
Paul started the car and we were off. The island seemed long and thin. We were riding down a single road in between marsh lands. John leaned forward sticking his head up front.
"So where is this house?" He asked finally acting serious.
"That's a good question." Paul pulled over. I dug through the papers for a map.
"I hope it's not too far out or it it'll be dark before we get there." Ringo said glancing at his watch.
I was starting to get frustrated. Why did Brian give us all this stuff?
"Oy here we go." I said pulling it out and handing it to Paul.
"Ok it seems like we are staying at a house in town. Port Royale?"
He continued looking at the map for a second before throwing it back at me. John climbed through to the front and Paul started the car back up. We followed the long road for what seemed like ages. When finally we saw some houses and turned off on a side road.
"I think this is the right place." Paul said.
Ringo jumped out of the car, we soon followed after. He tried the front door and it opened.
"How hospitable." Ringo remarked.
I exchanged curious glances with Paul. Why was the door unlocked? Brian hadn't said anything about it, and John was holding the key to unlock it. Paul just shrugged his shoulders and followed Ringo inside.
The walls were covered in old, ripped wall paper, and it reeked of a foul stench.
"This is place is filthy!" John exclaimed. "What did Brian send us here to do? Become housewives?"
Ringo had ventured into the living room. "This place is like a bloomin' haunted house!"
Ringo walked up to the couch and plopped down, old springs groaned and the couch collapsed underneath him. His eyes were wide.
"Looks likes Ringo is sleeping on the couch!" John said.
I pulled Ringo up from the pile of dust and fabric. He attempted to brush himself off to no avail.
"I don't know fellas." Paul said. "Maybe with a little care we could clean it up." Paul was used to doing house work after 'is mum died.
"I think we would be better just to take a wrecking ball to the place." John said.
I had to admit it seemed pretty hopeless.
"Why did Brian even rent this place?" I asked. "I thought he flew in early just to make sure it was ready?"
"He's right ya know." Ringo said.
Paul nodded. "You have a point. I'll go get those papers out of the car. Maybe that can clear things up."
As Paul walked back outside, John started for the kitchen.
"Where you headed?" I asked.
"To see what kinds food Brian's put in this place."
He disappeared through the door. I looked at Ringo then back at the door.
"Do you think we should follow 'I'm?" I asked.
Ringo looked back at where John had disappeared. "I am a might bit hungry."
We walked forward and both tried to go through the door at the same time.
"Gee watch it!" "Aye come on!"
I finally shoved Ringo through and followed him in. When I came through the door the already strong smell was even worse. John was standing holding his nose with one hand and a fish in the other. He motioned to the fridge.
"The 'hole thing is filled with rotten, old, grotty fish!"
Ringo was holding his large nose as well. John looked livid.
"When I get me hands on Brian!" He stormed about muttering profanities while throwing fish out the window.
Ringo gently sat down in the only chair in the room, careful in case it too should break. I looked around the kitchen. The sink was filled with dirty dishes. The floor was covered in dirt and leaves, and something that looked suspiciously like bones.
"Why would Brian send us to this dump?" Ringo said, pointing out my observations.
John had finished tossing all the fish out. "'Cause he is off 'is rocker." John said.
Paul had reentered the kitchen holding the stack of papers.
"I think this is the wrong house." He said sheepishly.
We all stared at him.
"Let me see those!" John said ripping the papers from his hand.
"See it says 130, not 180." John pointed out.
"Yeah." Paul looked very embarrassed.
Suddenly I heard a creaking coming from the other room. We all went quiet and stared at the door. Suddenly the air was filled with shouting and curses.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY COUCH!?"
We all stared at Ringo who had gone white as a sheet.
"Get out quick!" John shouted.
We all ran for the back door. In the rush Paul didn't see a stray fish on the floor. He slipped and fell with a thud.
"Dammit!" I scrambled to help Paul up.
"WHO'S IN THERE!?"
I got Paul up and we ran out the door. John reached the car first and started it. Ringo dived in. I turned around and saw a tall black haired man chasing me.
"YOU HOODLEMS!"
John pulled out as I grabbed the car and jumped in. Paul sudden realized who was driving.
"John you don't how to drive!" Paul's face was one of panic.
"Don't worry macca. I got it under control."
He gunned the engine and we flew forward. John had forgotten to put it in reverse! The old man continued yelling and running toward us.
"Stop the car John!" Paul shouted.
John started hitting random buttons.
"No Johnny! The brake! The brake!"
I looked around for the man hoping John hadnt hit him, but he had disappeared back into the house.
"John turn around!" Ringo shouted.
We were headed straight for the house! Paul ducked down, I closed my eyes. If the man was mad about his couch, what would happen when John drove through the house! CRASH!
"Bloody hell!" John shouted as we plowed through the front door, finally stopping.
"Move over! Now!" Paul shouted. His face was full of terror.
John smiled weakly. Paul took over and put the car in reverse, backing out cautiously. Where the man's front door used to be there now was a gaping hole.
"(Exclamation) John!" Ringo said.
Paul had backed out onto the street. "Do you think we should see if 'es ok?"
My eyes went wide. "Are you mad we just crashed through his 'ouse!"
I gestured to the hole. Paul looked down and nodded.
"Well at least he's not chasing us anymore'." John grinned.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than I heard a gun shot. I looked at John; he had obviously decided to shut up. The man came running out of the hole wielding a shot gun.
"I'll get you! You *bastards*!" And he started firing off shots like mad.
"Drive Paul! Drive!" I said as I saw a bullet just miss us.
He flew down the road. Paul usually drove fast but this was insane! He had his knuckles clamped hard on the steering wheel. We had reached the beach and were coming up on the pier.
"Slow down Paul we don't want to go in the ocean." Ringo said trying to calm him down.
He slowed and pulled over to the side of the road.
"Have we lost 'I'm?" John said turning to look out the back window.
Paul looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He was looking straight ahead and his hands were still glued to the steering wheel.
"You want me to drive Paulie?" I asked.
That seemed to bring him to his senses.
"Yeah that might be best."
I climbed out and walked around to the driver's side and helped him out. He still seemed in a state of shock.
"Shove up Ringo." I said settling Paul in the back seat.
I walked back to the front and climbed in the driver's seat. Hoping we could make it to the house in one piece.
Thank you for reading more is coming soon! I am going to try to keep updating it every other day so watch for it!