Part 8

                                    

                                          
John's POV
                          
I was having a conversation with Paul. A normal conversation. Then George yelled something, at first it went in one ear and out the other. But then I realised it. I heard the silence around us.
                          
''What?'' I broke this sickening silence, afraid for the answer. But none came. I looked to my side and I saw a crying George in Paul his arms. Most of the time it is me who is in Pauls arms, but George needed him now.
                          
''Okay George, just calm down, take your time.'' Paul his soothing voice echoed in my head. Although Paul was trying to comfort George, it was also helping me. 
                          
''But what do you mean Ringo is gone?'' I finally asked when George started to calm down. But he immediately started crying again.
                          
After 10 minutes of George calming down and crying again we got to the hotel. The four of us went to mine and Pauls hotel room and sat George down. This whole time Brian stayed silent.
                          
''George, we know your upset, but please tell us what's wrong.'' I asked.
                          
''I saw it and I did nothing to stop it.''
                          
''What did you see? And where is Ringo?''
                          
''The... There was a... a man in an alley.'' He started to tear up again. ''A.. a... and Ringo was there.''
                          
''Ringo was there with the man?'' I was really confused now. ''Why would Ringo be there, he knew he had to go to the car immediately!'' 
                          
 ''What happened next George?'' Paul was always the more reasonable one in stressful situations.
                          
''Ri... Ringo was be... be... being dragged there.'' I now understand that Ringo didn't go there on purpose and became more afraid for the answer as the minutes pass by.
                          
''He struggled, then got hit on the head and put in the trunk.'' The first sentence that came out of George's mouth that wasn't in pieces. But also the most painful sentence that night.
                          
We all stayed silence, nobody said something. What could we say. We just heard a description about how one of our best mates got kidnapped. Maybe he is gone forever. And I can do nothing about it. My anger grew and grew and grew till I couldn't hold it anymore. I looked around to see where or on who I could take my anger out.
                          
Paul? No he hates it when I'm angry, especially when I'm angry at him. Which is understandable. And I love him to much. 
                          
George? No of course not. He has the most pain out of all of us. Ringo is his best mate and seeing your best mate being kidnapped right in front of your eyes. I couldn't even imagine how hard that is. And I'm starting to think George sees Ringo more than a friend.
                          
Now that I think about it, what am I doing right now! I'm looking around the room who to take my anger out? I'm trying to think of things that make me more calm. But then something triggered my anger again. Brian.
                          
''Why haven't you said something?''
                          
''Now John, calm down please. We are all sad in our own ways.'' Paul tried to sooth me, he probably knew I was getting angry. But it didn't work.
                          
''No Paul.'' Then it snapped. ''You were concerned the whole day. You knew about his and didn't tell him? What kind of manager are you?''
                          
''John, go apologize to him right know!''
                          
''No Paul. He is right, I... I knew about this.''
                          
''WHAT!'' The three of us were shocked that it was George who yelled. 
                          
''Guys please calm down.''
                          
''Calm down, CALM DOWN?'' now Paul was getting angry too. The three of us cornered Brian.
                          
''Yes, I got a call this morning of someone who told me something is going to happen to 'our small boy'. I asked what he meant and he said if I told anyone the whole world would know my little secret.''
                          
''What is your little secret?'' Paul started to calm down.
                          
''That I'm queer.'' I heard he was scared and if I wasn't so angry I would be more reasonable. But I was angry.
                          
''So you think that not telling that Ringo was in danger is way less important than just some guy spreading rumours you're queer?''
                          
''John please, you have to understand that those rumours could break up the Beatles and could put me in jail.''
                          
''I DON'T CARE THAT THE BEATLES COULD BE NO MORE, ATLEAST WE HAD RINGO NOW. WOULDN'T WE BRIAN?''
                          
''Guys, don't you think I'm in pain of what happened. I feel so guilty I can't describe it.''
                          
''Well maybe you deserve to be in jail, if that could bring Ringo back I would give you to the police. At least Ringo wouldn't betray his friends.''
                          
Brian stayed silent this time. Deep inside I knew I went to far, but my anger took over.
                          
''It's best if you leave this room Brian.'' And with that he left.
                          
That's the moment I couldn't take it anymore. My whole body was weak of all the emotions of the night and I fell to me knees. Paul knelt next to me and hugged me, George on the other side. The three of us slowly sobbed and hugged for the next few hours. We all knew we were missing a part, a quarter of us was gone and we couldn't do anything about it. With that we fell asleep on the ground.
                          
Ringo's POV
                          
I woke up in complete darkness and was feeling kind of claustrophobic. I just started to giggle.
                          
''George get off me.'' I laughed.
                          
But I didn't feel George his warm body and something was covering my mouth. I suddenly felt a pain on my wrists. My... my hands were tied with rope. Then a sharp pain went through my head. I remembered it. That man, the hit on the head. I... I was in a trunk of a moving car! I started kicking and screaming till the car stood still. People with masks over their mouths opened the trunk and by their looks they weren't nice.
                          
''Well, well, well, our sleeping beauty finally awaked. What are we going to do with him, Flint?''
                          
''I don't know Pete, we have a long way to go and I don't want to drag any attention with someone screaming in the trunk.''
                          
Before I realised what was going on I got hit on the head again.
                          
And that terrifying black was all that I saw.
                          
I should stop writing these things at 1 am. Well till the next part guys :>