Okay, here's an update! I'm super busy studying for finals so this may be the last for about a week or two. Wish me luck and enjoy! :)
"I'll fuckin' kill you," Dan growled as he towered over me. I screamed but no sound came out. No matter how hard I tried, my voice came out no louder than a whisper. "Stop!" I tried to get out of his arms as he shook me by the shoulders. Finally my voice worked.
"Rose!" John screamed. I opened my eyes quickly. Before I saw his face, I saw Dan's. The very pit of my stomach was filled with fear. I pushed myself away from his and scrambled to the corner of my bed where he must have carried me after I fell asleep on the couch. He wore a hurt expression as he reached for me. I couldn't think straight. He was as frightening to me as a puppy, but coming out of this dream, he was a serial killer.
"Dan, get away from me! Don't hurt me!" I shrieked. He froze and his face turned from hurt to confused to angry.
"You really think I would hurt you? Ever? Let alone like that fucker did!" he shouted. "Rose, you need some fuckin' help. This? All this? It's shit! I can't handle it. I can't-," He stopped talking, turned on his heel and walked out of my room then out the house, slamming the door behind him. I blinked back tears. My life was turning into walking paradox. How could I ever think that the person who loves me so much could ever hurt me like someone who hated me?
Eventually, I got out of bed and putzed around. I hate being lonely in the house. Too quiet without the boys. I got so bored, I actually cleaned. Two hours later, I had just gotten dressed, but I had cleaned out the fridge, started the laundry, cleaned the bathroom, dusted, sewed the buttons back onto a few of the boys' shirts and made the grocery list.
I hate that I have to do things like this to distract me from the fact that John is slowly starting to hate me. I'm so clingy, and when I'm not, I'm accusing him of hurting me. I'd hate me, too. What I need is someone who loves me right now. Someone, anyone at all.
A gift from the heavens rained down on my when someone pounded on the door. I ran to the door and swung it open to face Mr. George Harrison in all his five foot eleven glory. He looked down at me with his wonderful brown eyes.
"Hey, Rose. John around?" he asked. I stared seductively at him.
"No, but I am," I purred.
"Ay, what's with yer eyes? And yer voice? You sick?"
"No, George," I sighed.
"What's with you, then?"
"I need someone, George," I murmured to him. He still looked confused. Cor, boys could be so dense sometimes.
"Dunno what you're talking about, love." He didn't protest as I put his hands on my hips or as I pulled his face closer to mine.
"Don't talk," I whispered when our lips were a centimeter apart. He quickly closed the gap and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. As soon as our lips touched, I knew I had made a mistake. I pulled away and let out a small breath.
"We shouldn't have done that, Rose."
"Who're you tellin'?" I frowned. "I just felt like nobody liked me anymore. Me and John had a big fight this morning."
"No wonder the house is so clean."
"That's enough outta you. I guess I'll take a walk. When the rest of them show up, just let 'em in." As I turned to leave, he cleared his throat.
"This, eh, this'll stay between us, yeah?" he asked awkwardly. "John won't know?"
"Course."
As I walked down our street, I decided this'll turn into a slightly longer walk because I really needed a pack of cigarettes. I turned left down our street on to get to the drugstore. A very insistent, but very unfortunate looking suitor of mine spotted me and sprinted across the street to walk next to me. He was really irritating, but quite harmless to be honest.
"'Ello, Rosaline," he greeted lavishly, bringing my hand to his acne ridden face.
"Afternoon, Clyde," I sighed while nonchalantly wiping the back of my hand on my skirt.
"You look ravishing this fine day."
"Thank you, Clyde." I want to wring his neck. He put an arm around my shoulders, making me nearly lose consciousness from his body odor. Dear God, that is rank.
"Where're ya headed, beautiful?" he asked. I pulled my hair out from under his arm as an excuse to get it off of me.
"Drugstore."
"What for?"
"Bloody elephant ears! Why d'you need to know, Clyde?" We finally approached the store.
"Why won't you just gimme a chance, doll? I could be whatever you want!" he pleaded.
"Does that include gone?"
"Forget it then. I'll try harder next time." He kissed my cheek quickly and ran off in another direction.
"Ick," I spat as I wiped the grease off of my face. I stepped into the corner drugstore and asked the clerk for my usual. A Mountain Dew and a pack of Camel cigarettes.
"Fifty pence, Rose." The cashier, Max said. I slid the coins over to him and he slipped me a free pack of matches. With a grateful smile, I slipped out the door and took off back to the house.
As I lit up a smoke, three plastic girls came over to me.
"Oh, Rosaline! How nice to see you looking like a girl for once," sneered Nancy Lamb. I looked her up and down with a smirk and laughed. Her skirt was accidently tucked into her underwear.
"You know, Nancy, there are other ways to let the fellas know you wanna get in their pants. You don't have to keep your skirt that high up." I courteously pulled her skirt down and walked back to the house.
"I'll get you back, Rosaline Poole!" she shrieked. "Maybe by then you won't look like such a…a monkey!"
"Ooh! Burn!"
As I approached the house, I stubbed out my cigarette on the wall and tucked the rest of the pack into my waistband. I could hear the record player from outside. After cracking the pop open, I pulled my key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. Paul, George and Ringo were horsing around and barely noticed me when I walked in. John sat on the couch, strumming his guitar as if he could hear it over the noise. I set my pop on a nearby table and walked over to him. He looked up at me through his glasses and looked back down ruefully.
Before he could go into his 'I'm-going-to-ignore-everyone-for-hours-or-more-likely-days' mode, I moved his guitar and pulled him up. I dragged him into the hallway leading to the kitchen and stared at him, before I closed my arms around his neck. He hesitated, but wrapped his arms around me as well. I pressed my cheek to his.
"M'sorry, Johnny," I mumbled. "I know you'll never hurt me." He nodded and squeezed me tighter.
"Don't ever think that," he told me while running a hand through my hair. I nodded back to him. "I love you."
I sniffed away tears that were beginning to form. How could I think my best friend could ever hurt me? He was the one who made me feel better. "I love you, too."
I talked to my mother later that night after the guys had left for a drink. She hadn't told my father what had happened yet, and I was beginning to feel that he'll feel betrayed by us if we don't tell him soon. She quickly assured me she would tell him soon and hung up. I put the phone back on its hook and collapsed onto the couch. Maybe I'll just take a quick nap…
Ferocious banging on my front door woke me up two hours later. I hopped up and flung the door open where I found George staring at me with frantic, frightened eyes.
"Are you alright? Did he get you?" he demanded hysterically. He grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. "Rose, answer me!"
"Geo, I'm fine! What's going on?" I asked. Two loud sets of footsteps thunder through the back door.
"She alright?" I heard Ringo call. "RoRo? Where are you?"
"Rose!" Paul sighed in relief as they came through the hallway.
"Can somebody tell me what's going on?" I shouted in frustration. "And where's John?" They all looked at each other and then looked back to me.
"We need to get you out of her-," Paul was cut off by a rock crashing through a window in the kitchen. I screamed and tried to run to the assaulted window. George grabbed my wrist.
"You mad, girl? You gotta stay here!" he commanded. "I'll go check it out." As he walked to the kitchen cautiously, I appealed to Paul and Ringo.
"What happened? Where's John?" I pleaded. Paul scratched the back of his head.
"Well, we happened to see that bloke Dan and his buddy Clyde coming back from the pub." I bristled at the sound of Dan's name, but I was very confused at hearing Clyde's. The same Clyde who had, once again, tried to get me? Clyde may be annoying, but I didn't think he would hang out with the likes of Dan.
"Yeah," Ringo continued. "And John, you know how he is, he and Dan got into a little argument."
"Big argument," Paul amended quietly.
"Yeah, whatever. And Dan, he said since he got his turn, he was gonna let his buddy have a go at you, I guess. So that's when John went fuckin' barmy and tried to fight 'im. We had to drag 'im away screamin' because Dan and Clyde were threatening to come over and, well, you know. So right now he's probably outside the house trying to kill whoever threw that rock."
"Paul! Ritchie!" George called.
"And that is our cue," Paul chuckled grimly. He looked at me seriously. "I'm gonna tell you once and only once. Go in your room, lock the door and do not come outside."
"Second option, I'm definitely coming outside," I scoffed.
"Third and final option, stay in the kitchen and look carefully out the window and call the police if I tell you."
"Deal." Paul and Ringo ran outside and I rushed into the kitchen. I looked out the window that was not broken in time to see Paul and Ringo swing around the corner and help pull John away from the offender. I could only assume said offender was Dan or Clyde, and from the volume and frequency of John's expletives, I'm guessing it was Dan.
I quickly ducked down and sat against the counter. My heart was beating rapidly. I have to get out of here. Both ways out would leave me exposed to Dan. This was no good. All of a sudden, I heard three loud gasps, an "Oh, fuck," from Paul, and a painful sounding cough.
"Rose! Call the fuckin' cops!" Paul screamed. "Now!" I ran to the living room and called the police. I didn't know what had happened but I told them to get here as fast as they could.
Despite Paul's warnings, I sprinted out the back door around to where the guys go, my concern for them (slightly) overpowering the crippling fear I had for facing Dan.
"Rose, go back in the house," George warned. He was blocking my view from something.
"Don't tell me what to do. What are you hiding? Where did John go?" I pestered while trying to push past him. Ringo tries to pull me away but I snatched my arms out of his. "Stop it. Why are you trying to hide shit from me?"
"Rose, would you listen for one fuckin' time?" I heard John ask angrily and hoarsely. It was now obvious that he was behind George. I pushed George out of the way and from what I remember, I passed out from the sight I saw.
John's forearm was cut viciously with a knife that lay on the ground.