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George POV:
The moment that Ringo said that his father did this to him, I felt a white hot surge of anger rush through me. Some of this must have shown because John promptly asked, "Woah. You alright there, Geo?" I nod halfheartedly, clenching my jaw.
I still can't believe that his own father would do this to him. A father is supposed to protect his child from harm, not be the cause of the child's harm.
I turn my glance to Ringo, and I see him crying, his beautiful face in his hands. Wait. Did I just think of his face as beautiful? I'm not a queer. Am I? Before I have any time to dwell on this thought, Ringo makes a noise, so helpless and weak, more of a whimper actually. I lift his face out of his hands, and embrace him, yet again.
I think he actually starts to drift off, but then I think of something that makes me feel like I have been struck by lightning. Did Ringo have to deal with this for his entire childhood? The thought seems ridiculous, but it scares me.Tapping his shoulder, I ask him, "Ritchie...did you have to deal with this for your entire childhood?"
I turn his face to look him directly in the eyes. There is a sadness in his deep blue eyes, that I have never noticed, usually covered up by his signature smile and happy personality. "Yes. I did. And it was awful." His voice cracking on the last word, he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
I want him to be able to sleep, to forget about this night for a few hours. "If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true," I lull. I sing to him until his soft snores fill the room.
Up until now, I forgot about Paul and John being in the same room as Ringo and I, until Paul covers us both in a blanket. "G'night, you two." Paul whispers as he and John stand up to leave the room. "Night, Paul." I whisper back.
I hug Ringo closer to me, and say, "Rings, I love you." I swear I can see a small smile on his face, and I sigh, and then fall asleep. I sleep better than I have in months.
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