All You Need Is Love

No Goodbye

YEAR: 1965

5 months have passed and Linda hasn't bothered us. Luckily Heather is too young to remember any of this. I would hate it if Heather was taken back by Linda, my heart would be broken.
"Michelle, Linda isn't gonna take Heather, calm down."
"Ye don't know that Paul!"
"Yes I do, now come eat dinner, Mary needs ye."
"Oh, alright," I moped. I say down and began feeding Mary. Soon Mary began sobbing. "What's wrong?" She began crying. "I can't help ye! What's wrong?" I laughed.
"I think its 'er teeth."
"Probably."
I got up from my seat and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few ice cubes out of the frezzer and crushed them up. I poured them into a cup and walked back to the dining room.
"Here," I said while handing Mary the cup.
She put her hand in and began shoving the crushed ice in her mouth. "Good girl," I said while rubbing her head.
After dinner Paul and I were in the kitchen, cleaning up, then we heard a knock at the door.
"Are we expectin anyone?" I asked.
"Stay here love," Paul began walking towards the front door. He got there, opened the door and looked around. "Hello?" He walked outside and looked around. "Is anyone out here?"
"Close the door," a mysterious voice whispered.
"Why?" He whispered back.
"Just do it," there was a pause, "Paul."
Paul did as the voice said. And went inside to close the door.
"Michelle," he warned, "take Heather upstairs, and stay there. Don't ask any questions, just do it."
I nodded and took Heather upstairs, Mary was already asleep in her room. Paul then went back outside, closing the door behind him. When he stepped outside he found an angry Linda.
"What are ye doin here!" Paul exclaimed.
"Can I see Heather? Please!"
"No! Get outta here!"
"Please Paul! I'll do anything!" She looked up and down, then took a few steps towards him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Anything," she said while trying to kiss his neck.
"STOP!"
"Why?" She said while moving her hands down to his waist. "Michelle will never know." She got up on her toes and kissed him passionately, Paul slightly began kissing back.
"What the fuck is goin on!"
Paul pulled away from Linda and looked to me.
"Michelle, listen, its not what it looks like."
"Then what is it?"
"Excuse me?"
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOIN! EXPLAIN YER SELF!" I was screaming as tears of fury and sadness ran down my face.
"She came here, lookin for Heather, I told her that she couldn't have, she would never have her, and then she kissed me! That's it, that's all that happened! Michelle, please-"
"Leave," I whispered.
"Michelle-"
"I SAID LEAVE! BOTH OF YE! GET OUTTA HERE!"
Tears were running down Paul's face as he tried steeping inside. I blocked his entry.
"I can't say goodbye?" he cried.
"No."
"When can I come back?"
There was a moment of pure silence.
"I dunno," I whispered.
"Michelle-"
"Goodbye Paul."
As I turned around and started walking for the front door, Paul firmly grasped my hand. I tried pulling away but his grip was too strong.
"Michelle," he whimpered, "please, we can work this out!"
"I don't wanna hear it Paul! I knew this was gonna happened the moment I saw her in the paper!"
"Fine Michelle, I'll go, but just remember that ye cheated on me, before I cheated on ye."
"I know I did, BUT WE WEREN'T MARRIED!"
"IT WAS STILL CHEATIN!"
"Paul, just go. I need a few days to think."
"Can I please say goodbye?" He cried again.
"No," I said while closing to front door behind me.

2 weeks later and Paul still wasn't back. I wasn't sure if I wanted him back. One day I invited Jude, Cynthia, and Lucy over for lunch so we could all talk.
"How long has Paul been gone?" Jude asked.
"Almost 3 weeks."
"Do ye know where he is?"
I shook my head no while holding my tea.
"The boys are makin another movie ye know," Cynthia said.
"I know. Saw it in the paper last week."
"Paul wrote a song for ye..."
"I'm sure he did."
"Its really sweet," Lucy said with a smile, "I wish Richard would write songs for me."
"He will when ye get mad."
"But I'm never mad!"
"Ye will be," I chuckled.
"Hear the news about George?" Cynthia asked.
"No? What's wrong?"
"Nothin!"
"Then what's the news?"
"Him and Pattie are engaged!" Cynthia cheered.
"That's nice."
"How are ye and Eric doin?" Lucy asked Jude.
"Very well, thank ye. We actually moved in together last week."
"That's good the hear!" Cynthia and Lucy sounded excited.
It was quiet, since Mary and Heather were at day care. We all sat in silence for another few minutes.
"Are ye and Paul gonna get a divorce?" Jude asked.
"I dunno," I shrugged.
"Ye two have never been in a fight for this long." Cynthia added.
"I know."
"Do ye miss 'im?" Lucy asked curiously.
I thought for a minute and nodded.
"Yes," a tear rolled down my face.
"He's in London ye know," Cynthia grabbed my hand, "ye should go to 'im."
"I will," I took a sip of my tea, "tomorrow morning."

I woke up the next morning and rolled out of bed. I lazily got dressed and put my small suitcase in the car. Jude and Eric had agreed to take care of Heather and Mary while I was gone. I drove to the train station just in time to get on the train. It took about 3 hours until I was able to get off the train in London. I got a car and drove to Paul's hotel. I went to the front desk and asked them which room he was in.
"Excuse me,"
"May I help ye?"
"Which room is Paul McCartney stayin in?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to give out his information."
"I'm his wife, Michelle."
"If yer his wife, then where are yer kids?"
"With me sista, now please tell me, which room he is in."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
I groaned and remembered that I had a small wedding photo in my purse. I whipped it out and showed the lady the picture.
"See!" I slammed the photo on the desk, "this was us on our weddin day!"
"I'm so sorry Mrs. McCartney! He is in room 909, the lift is over there."
"Thank ye."
I placed the photo back in my purse and ran to the lift. I waited and waited until it arrived. Then I rode to the ninth floor, where Paul was staying, walked to room 909 and began knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Someone who owes he an apology."
I heard him scrambling to unlock the door. He yanked me inside and gave me a big kiss.
"I'm so glad ye found me!" He said while hugging me.
"I'm glad I found ye too!" I could feel his thumb rub my back.
He kissed my cheek and hugged me a little tighter. Then we heard someone walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey Paul, are you ready?"
It was Linda, of all people, Linda.
"Paul," I pulled away from the hug, "what is she doin here?"
"Michelle-"
"PAUL! WHAT IS SHE DOIN HERE!"
"I could ask you the same thing," she said while wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'm his wife!"
"Not anymore."
"Paul, explain yer self."
"Mich, we were fightin and I thought that we broke up, I'm so sorry."
"Save it McCartney," I wipped a few tears away, "just-" I took a deep breath, "save it."