Marcia's POV

I looked at Paul. His body shook as he stood looking at the door, and John stood in silence. 

"Who's bra was it?" I asked 

"I.." Paul started 

"Did you go for a late night shag?" John asked with a slight smirk 

"I wouldn't be making comments if I were you" I snapped and John raised his eyebrows at me 

"I was drunk" Paul rubbed his face and leaned over the kitchen counter

"You idiot" I shook my head 

"I thought it was her!" Paul exclaimed 

"That's why we don't let you get drunk Macca" John said

"I wouldn't be talking" Paul spat, I turned to John and looked at him straight 

"You better not be thinking I'm cheating on you" John said in disbelief 

"You've done it before!" I yelled

"I'm not doing it now! I was twenty years old then Marcia! In Hamburg with hookers on every corner, I was a kid! So I made a stupid mistake, it's in the past!" John yelled

"I know there was more then one hooker! And I'm sure you've done it after Hamburg too!" I exclaimed 

"Why don't you trust me?!" John shouted

"Because I know you John, I know you get bored easily and you're not one to stick around for too long it makes sense that you've cheated on me more than once!" Now I was close to tears, but I kept my hard shell in tact 

"I'm not cheating on you Marcia in wearing a wedding ring for a reason, plus how do I know you haven't cheated on me?" John said behind grinding teeth 

"Because I'm not a whore! But now I'm kind of wishing I did!" I yelled storming out of the room 

"Oh shit" Paul said 

"Marcia!" John went after me and grabbed my arm roughly, he pulled me back closer to him as I struggled to get away 

"John don't hit her!" Paul yelled coming into the room. Yet, Paul was to late. 

John hadn't hit me since we were both around nineteen or twenty. Everybody watched John cautiously when we would get into fights, making sure he didn't become abusive. After so many years, I guess finally snapped. 

I was on the ground holding my sore, read cheek. John was strong, and he slaps pretty hard. Usually I'm watching him hit somebody, not being a part of it. I guess, it was different now. 

"John you asshole!" Paul yelled pushing John farther away from me 

"Marcia.." John said softly, now noticing what he had done 

"Rot in hell John!" I yelled with tears now streaming down my face. I ran out to the front door and put on shoes, a coat and opened the door. 

"Marcia, please" John said, tears in his own eyes now 

"Goodbye" 

With that, I headed to my mother and fathers house. For how long, I wasn't sure. But what I do know is that two Beatles, may have just lost their "Beatle wives". 

Written by Hannah