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2 years later
August 17th 1960

"Where the bloody hell is Best?"
John sighed.

John, Paul, George, Stu and I waited outside of the place all of us were going to meet up to go to Hamburg, but Pete Best was running a tad bit late.

"C'mon let's just get on the fucking road then." George said as he leaned against the van we were taking to Hamburg, John and the rest of the lads saved up to buy what they called 'a piece of junk'.

"Shut it before I kick you out my band." John said to George.

And John finally let George join the band, he said because it was solely based off the fact that one of the band members left saying: "he's just the replacement" John still not giving credit where it's due.

"It's our band." Paul corrected.

"Yeah okay." John replied sarcastically.

"There he is."
I said causing the rest of the lads to perk up.

Pete was walking casually up to the van and didn't even acknowledge us he just went straight on.

"Alright let's hit the road."
John jumped in.

"Oh— wait! I left my camera, we have to go back to my house." I said as I jumped in the back of the van.

"Way to go Cher." George teased

"I won't be long so you can all shut it." I laughed.

"Alright, but come right in and right out no stalling." Paul ordered.

"Okay mum."

"Shut up."

Later

I made my way inside my house and
I jumped once I saw a man facing the wall of framed baby photos of me.

"Who are you? Get out creep!" I yelled

The man turned around from looking at the pictures on the wall.

"Sherelle? Is that you." He looked middle aged, his brown hair fading off into grey.

"Yeah. Who the hell are you?" I stepped back scared.

"I'm your Dad." His eyes teared up.

"Dad?" It's almost liked I lost my voice.

"Sherelle, your beautiful." He stepped closer.

I moved away and walked into the living room to take a seat.
He followed me and stood in front of me.
"I know it's alot to bare—"

"Where the hell were you?" I spat.

"I was... in prison."

I heard the front door open. I didn't even bother to look behind me.
"Who the hell is that?"
I heard John ask.
John walked in the room and turned to me for answers.

"That's my dad." I mumbled.

"Holy shit." John gasped and sized him up.

"You didn't send any letters! You never even tried to call me! Some kind of 'father' you are!" I yelled.

Then I heard a crowd footsteps walk in.
"Aye what's taking so bloody long?"

I darted my head behind me, and glared at Paul, George and Stu.

"George said that not me." Paul raised his hands up.

"C'mon Cherry forget this prick." John grabbed my hand and led me to the front door.

"I sent you letters everyday in '49, you never replied so I sent them to you every year, except for this year. I wanted to hand this to you in person." He dug in his coat pocket and handed me the folded up paper.

I grabbed it and quickly unfolded it.

My dearest daughter
You're 18 and soon I would be out of here, and giving you this letter.
I want to know everything about you. I want to know what makes you smile, laugh I wasn't here to see your first steps or first words. But I can see your first steps into succeeding in life.
I love you, you will always be my baby girl.

A tear drop plopped onto the letter, and I looked up at him.

"All these years! Why didn't I get any of the letters? Did you at least try to call?" I wiped my eyes.

"I called no one ever answers, and when your mum does she says your not home." He was nearly in tears.

I felt tears streaming down my face.
"You really tried to reach me?"

He nodded his head.
"I wanted to tell you, I'm coming home."

Then John spoke and I turned to face him.
"Cher are you coming with us? Or staying with him?"

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