Eddie ~Paul McCartney Fanfiction~

Chapter 7: Messed up Sibling

March 26th, 1961

"Anything to drink, young sir?" Asked Eddie, sitting beside Richard at one of the Cavern's tables. Lighting himself a cigarette, the man smiled. "You are serving drinks now?"

Eddie crossed her legs and rested her head on Richard's shoulder. She looked around her. The club was empty, but she sneaked her friend in before the opening, not getting enough of the comfort he brought her the last few days.

"No...but I want to. What's gonna happen to me when the weather will warm up and people will no longer have coats to hang up? Maybe Stephen will need me help tonight."

Eddie was expecting quite a large audience tonight. It was the return of Jazz night at the club. All the old clientele the Cavern had before booking all the young Rock n' Roll cover groups were most likely to come back.

"Have you got any news from John?" Asked Richard, stroking Eddie's hair.

The girl closed her eyes and shook her head. She haven't seen or heard from John in the last week and a half. No phone calls, no knocks on Mimi's front door, no invitations to rehearsals or gigs. Eddie and John never spent so much time apart from each other except from the trip to Hamburg the year prior. They would send letters every weeks. This abrupt cut in communications hurt Eddie a lot at first, but as the days went by, she developed a certain indifference. An unconscious numbness. Maybe her mind was trying to hide itself from another brutal shock. Eddie was also to blame. She didn't try to reach out to him either. She was patiently waiting for him to make the first step.

"Nothing. Neither Paul or George reached out. John probably told them not to. Stu has no idea of this story. He is already in Germany with his fiancee. Only Cynthia called. She was so upset and apologized for an hour...but I'm still waiting for him to come and do it." Explained Eddie

"Eddie, I'm sure he feels bad for what he did. He most likely expressed himself poorly. I'm sure it was tough love. You need to go and talk to him." Gently expressed Richard.

"Richard! He told me to get.... Uhg! I can't even say it. It disgusts me."

"He is still your brother Eddie. Ye told me he's the only one ye have besides your aunt..."

Richard was right. John was the only one... She could die for him and she was convinced of the opposite as well. How many times did he defended her against other children because she couldn't say anything to step up to herself? She didn't have enough fingers to count all of these instances.

"I feel like I lost the magic spark I had in my heat when I think of him. I think of all these times when we would just cuddle in his bed to cheer each other up because our parents weren't there anymore or simply because we needed physical contacts and affection." Eddie chuckled. "I remember one time... John made me a pillow fort in our room for my tenth birthday because I didn't have the guts to ask some friends to come over. It was just the two of us. We slept under the sheets for 3 nights. Even uncle George joined us to play cards. God I miss being young and innocent. We didn't have troubles back then." Sighed Eddie, shedding a tear.

Seeing his friend wiping her face, Richard jumped off his chair. "No! No crying! Ye cried enough for him. I wanna see ye smile."

The man put out his cigarette in the black ashtray laying on the table, he grabbed Eddie's hand and helped her standing up. "I know someone who need to let it all out with a dance." Pointed out Richard, walking to the jukebox and pulling out a penny from his pocket. "Pick a song, c'mon...and not a sad one."

Eddie smiled as she was looking at the titles displayed in the jukebox. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her favorite signer; the late Eddie Cochran.