The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 2

5th October 1862

Paul was on his way to the small house in the back of the city. He shared it with his girlfriend Jane Asher. He got into a fight with his father a year ago to the point that he kicked him out of their house. Paul had been homeless for a few days until Jane offered him to stay with her. They lived in a really cosy, pretty, small house in the back of the city.

As he was walking home, he was thinking about their relationship. It wasn't working anymore like it had used to. He was really fed up with her and they have been fighing alot recently, every single day. He didn't know how long he would be able to manage this relationship anymore, it has made him feel really exhausted and depleted. The love for her was not how it used be, it wasn't that strong like it had been when they first met. But it was not his fault that he didn't feel anything to her anymore was it? But the issue was that if he left her, there would be no place for him where he could live in. He decided to stay with her for some time and maybe he would catch some feelings back towards her. 'Uh this is unlike.' He frowned. But there was nothing he could do about it. It had made him feel really discouraged because the whole point of their relationship was just that he was homeless without her. He felt his stomach tighten after the thought that this dirty and muddy city that would need to be the place in where he would have to stay in. Tender of guilt was rising to his throat down to his belly. He could feel that food which mixed in his stomach. Everytime he was stressed or when he felt alot emotions at the same time, it resulted in a physical pain. 'Why am I doing this?' He knew he used to love her at first but it has become so unbelievably complicated. He bit the inside of his cheek from stress. Maybe she didn't like him as much as she used to. She has been very toxic recently and almost untalktable. They couldn't talk to eachother for a few minutes without getting into a fight so what was the point of being in relationship with her then? 'Maybe we should talk about this, I can tell her about my emotions towards her and we will manage after?.' He hummed loudly from his nerves. An idea came to his mind 'Maybe I can stay at George's for some time?' But he quickly brushed that thought off. Of course he was not going to bother George and his family just because he and Jane were turning more insane day by day. Anyways it would be weird if he just came to George and asked him, to live with him and his family. He has known George's house very well and remembered that there would probably be no space for him. But George was a best mate of his after all wasn't he? 'Paul shut the fuck up about George!' He shouted at himself in his brain. He was walking and walking. Shoes were all muddy because of that dirty ground. He felt so lost in his thoughts that he did not realise that he was standing right in front of the house that they were sharing. As Paul was opening the door lightly, anxiety went throught his body when the thought of Jane came to his mind. He walked inside and turned back to the door so he could lock it, hands all shook as he was using the keys. For some reason Paul was struggling more to put his shoes off of his legs than he usually did. He stood up and looked in the mirror beside him while he was taking down hat off of his head then stepped to the living room where he saw Jane who was reading a book, sitting on a decent fainting couch, like a middle class person she was. She had perfectly styled ginger hair and was wearing a full pink skirt with a lace trimmings on it and a corset on her waist aswell.

„Hi Paul." She said and didn't look away from her book.

Paul felt that anxiety was rising in his stomach again. But he was used to her behaviour which was like this. „Hi, how have you bee-"

„Why are you late again? I thought that your meeting with Mr. Epstein ended like 4 hours ago." She put her book on the table beside the fainting couch and immediately looked at Paul with her piercing glare.

Paul felt confused. 'What's her fucking problem again?' „Um well I was hanging out with George after that, I haven't seen him in quite a time y'know?" He replied. His voice calm.

Jane waited a second and looked down at the book on the table. „Paul, this happend so many times. How can I be so sure that you are not cheating on me?"

„What in the bloody hell Jane?!" Paul's eyes widened at her words. 'This is not going to end well.' He thought and he was right.