>>INCREDULITY<<

>>a feeling that you do not or cannot believe or accept that something is true or real<<

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this is a really anger-filled chapter so like bear with john (and HearTheBullet you're still here but until here only :3 sorry but at least two chapter-cameo yeah?)

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there was no way in hell john would've guessed that.

and there was no force in the universe to stop john winston lennon going on a murderious rampage to kill that cheating sonofabitch.

and the fact that george fucking harrison had the balls to do it in public, in his sister's party, made him angrier. if that was even fucking possible.

"john," helen said slowly, fear written all over her face. not for john but for said cheating sonofabitch. "john, don't do anything you'll regret..."

"what the--- why i never!" he spluttered, blinking twice as if the rather heated snog between george and the girl was a product of his wild, jealousy-driven mind or the alcohol or even both. "that utter fucking asshole!"

helen watched as he got off the bar stool.

"wait, john! if you're gonna beat him up don't do it in public!"

"i'm not gonna beat him," john said in a "duh!" sort of tone.

she sighed. "good."

"i'm telling his boyfriend aka the blind love of my life that his oh so lovely knight in shining fucking armor is cheating on him."

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"what do you mean... cheating?"

john frowned. "like he was sucking off a bird's face---"

"wait, wait, wait," ringo gave him an extremely confused look. "george harrison, my boyfriend, cheating on me?"

helen nodded. "yeah. i saw it with my own eyes."

ringo laughed like it was some kind of joke. well, he was a bit tipsy. "george wouldn't do that. you've might've gotten the wrong guy. there are a lot of people at this party."

john wanted to scream. and he could see helen did too. and if john didn't love him so fucking much, he could've strangled the shit out of him already.

and with that john grabbed his hand and went off the direction where he and helen just saw george's smooching.

"oh," george smiled in a way john really did want to punch it off his bloody face. "hey ritch, hey john."

"don't hey john me, greg." he snapped. "i saw you fuckin' kissing a girl."

ringo stared at john in disbelief. "john, he wouldn't---"

"i wouldn't---"

"oh you would, you ass. and you just did." john really wanted to tear his motherfucking head off his shoulder.

"you're just fucking jealous because i have a relationship and you're all lonely and single." george shot back in a calm, passive tone that made ringo shiver. "and for the record, i'd never cheat on ringo. never."

"yeaaahhh..." ringo gave george a nervous grin and pulled on john's wrist. "johnny, why don't we, uh, chill out a bit?"

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"what the hell was that?!"

"what the hell was what?!"

ringo gave out a huff. "i can't believe you, you--- once i'm finally fucking happy, you go and try to tear it to shreds!" he yelled. "what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

john felt his face turn red. "maybe if you weren't so fucking blind all the time, you would've seen it!"

"maybe if you weren't so fucking jealous all the time you would've been---"

"jealous?" john barked out a shrill laugh. "who's jealous? i'm not jealous! george's is an asshole, ritch, and i'm jus' here to show you that!"

"maybe you're the asshole." ringo mumbled.

john stepped back like he was shot.

"ritch---"

"i'm going." he uttered, turning his back on him and dissapearing into the crowd before john could say anything else.

"hey," helen called out. "i thought i lost you--- wait, where are you going?"

"gonna get a drink. and if i'm lucky, i'll drink myself to death." john said, tone cold and emotionless as if he wasn't practically dying inside.

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my heart hurts

this chapter is too hurtful please send ambulances i think i'm going to have a heart failure

it was nice seeing you guys