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John POV:
I just stood there, shaking like a leaf. The first thought that comes to my head was, "Who did this?" So that's exactly what I ask Ringo. "Rings, who did this to you?"
Ringo is sitting there bawling his eyes out, after we removed all the ropes and the gag over his mouth. Paul looks like he is on the verge of tears. George has gone pale white, his eyes as big as saucers.
George puts one of his arms over Ringo's shoulders and pulls him close. "Rings..?" I ask again, but this time my voice is about a million times gentler. George just holds Ringo closer. "Ritchie, you're fine, I have you, you're fine," George mutters to Ringo.
This seems a little odd, so I glance at Paul. Paul is dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. I notice something on Ringo's arm, so I nudge his shoulder. He turns away from George, and looks at me with his large, sad blue eyes. They are pinkish around the edges from crying.
Where he was crying on George, there is a large wet spot. George isn't too fazed by this, from the looks of it. I tear my gaze from George back to Ringo.
Once again, I notice something on his arm. A bruise. I try not to yell this out, but I take Ringo's arm in my hand, and sowly turn over the area of his arm with the bruise on it. Sterner than I meant to, I growl, "Who the hell did this to you, Ringo?" Ringo takes a deep breath before answering me.
"My father."
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