LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Mine is a Dream and It Won't be Long

Author's Note:

Trigger warning.

Also, this story is not meant to follow the order of real life events. It is an idea I scrapped. I really shouldn't say I scrapped it though as it may appear somewhere else down the road.

Thanks again for reading.

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"YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" Tommy's voice boomed from downstairs.

Then came a slap, Peggy's scream, and then a thud to the floor.

Liam winced as he heard it and clutched the stair railings until his knuckles turned white.

He was so afraid his father would beat his mother to death.

He focused so much attention on listening to what was happening to his mother, he didn't even notice his bedroom door creak open.

"Liam?" Noel whispered as he came out from their room. "What the bloody hell are ya doin'? It's after seven-thirty. Ya know you're not supposed to be outta bed!"

The boys listened to the beating going on downstairs in the kitchen – out of their view but not their ear shot.

"He's gonna kill 'er!" Liam replied as tears welled in his eyes. "He's gonna kill my mam!"

Noel threw his arms around his little brother. "No he won't!" He assured Liam. "I'm not gonna let that happen. I'll kill him first!"

Liam was frozen with his hands glued to the railing.

"C'mon!" Noel commanded as he pulled Liam to stand up.

Liam held his brother's hand as they walked back to their room.

They quickly entered their bedroom and Noel shut the door behind them.

"BLEEDIN' COW!"

Crash!

The tears fell down Liam's cheeks as he sobbed.

Thud!

"Right. Under the bed!" Noel ordered as he pointed to his bed.

There was enough space under it for them to hide.

Liam crawled under it and got as close to the wall as he could.

Noel came in behind him and put his arms around him.

"Why does he hate us?" Liam asked his brother. "What have we done to make him so mean?"

"We ain't done nothin'!" Noel replied. "He's just an evil bastard."

Another crash sounded from downstairs.

"He'll be after us next!" Liam cried.

"Shh! No he won't." Noel assured him. "All we gotta do is just stay in 'ere and keep quiet."

Another thud.

"Make it stop!" Liam begged even though he knew there was nothing Noel could do. "Please!"

Noel shushed him again. Then he started singing something he hoped would calm the young lad.

Oranges and lemons,

Say the bells of St. Clement's.

You owe me five farthings,

Say the bells of St. Martin's.

When will you pay me?

Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,

Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,

Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle

To light you to bed,

And here comes a chopper

To chop off your head!

Liam felt himself relaxing a little as Noel held onto his arm. He felt safe and secure even if it would only be temporary.

The boys breathed a sigh of relief as things quieted downstairs.

They thought they'd finally get some peace...

Until the bedroom door flew open.

"YOU LITTLE FUCKIN' BASTARDS!"

Liam's eyes shot open as he gasped. He looked up at the ceiling and frantically around the room and figured out where he was. He wasn't in Manchester or in his old bedroom. He was in Hampstead in his flat. And he was a far cry from being six years old.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It was just a dream. His cunt of a father was nowhere to be found.

He was still a little shaken up by the whole thing though and didn't know how easy it would be to go back to sleep.

He looked over to his right...and there she was.

It was fun to watch her sleep sometimes. She always looked so innocent and peaceful.

He moved closer to her and did his best to be quiet. He lay down on his side and put his right arm over her stomach.

'Hold on tight.' He thought as he squeezed her a little. 'But not too tight.'

He put his head near hers and rested his mouth and chin near her shoulder. He pushed himself up against her arm and side.

She was so warm which was great because he could be pretty cold blooded sometimes. Between her and the blankets he didn't need anything else to keep warm.

He wanted to keep her safe and he knew she'd do the same for him.

"Thanks, Blue." He whispered. He knew she didn't hear him but he didn't care.

'Don't let her go.' He told himself. 'Don't you fuckin' let her go!'

He pushed himself against her a little more and then slowly drifted back to sleep.

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