I woke up the the ticking sound of my clock.
Ugh. My face hurts.
I touched my eye and winced.
Ouch.
I looked at my left arm, covered in red lines. I remembered last night.
I'm just a mistake. Nothing more.
Richie was laying on the floor, sleeping. Stepping over him I made it to the bathroom.
In here I saw my bloodied razor in a now red sink.
This is all your fucking fault. If you hadn't been here this would never have happened. (A.N. She is talking about her dad.)
I used the toilet. I went down stairs to see someone I wish I never saw again.
"Good morning dear"
"What the fuck are you doing here"
"Is that a nice way to treat me?"
"Oh what after the way you treated me?! This is all you're gonna get. Why are you in my house?!"
"Aww sweetie. I'm just paying a visit. And I wanted to tell you something"
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say"
"Oh but I still love you"
I stared at my ex.
"Sure Michael. If you did you wouldn't have left me for that blonde arse girl."
"That was one mistake May. I still love you and I want you back. Come back to America with me, we can have a happy life, together"
"NO I DONT WANT YOU. NOT ANY MORE. GET AWAY FROM ME!!"
He started to drag me to the door.
I screamed.
I heard a noise and I looked to the stairs, Richie was coming to save me.
"Richie help me!!"
"Who the fuck are ye?!" Richie yelled.
"No. Who the fuck are you?" Michael glared.
"What are you doing with her?"
"She's mine so I'm bringing her back to America with me so we can live happily together."
"Richie don't let him take me!"
"Shut up you!"
Richie came over got me outta the way and fought up Michael.
"Run May!"
"But I can't leave you here Richie!"
"I'll be fine. Just go!"
I looked back one last time and ran to Paul's. He lives close, which I was grateful for. I knocked on the door rapidly.
Finally Paul opened it.
"May?! What's wrong?"
"Come with me"
And I dragged him to my house.
Richie pinned Michael to the ground and was punching him.
"Ye stay away from her! Go back to America where she'll never see ye again!"
Paul ran up to them. Drug Richie off him, and punched Michael, which he was running off.
"Richie! Are you ok!!!" I screamed running to him.
"May. I'm ok." He said
He had a black eye and a bloody nose.
"Let's go get you cleaned up. What just happened here?" Paul asked.
I explained to him that that was my ex boyfriend, and he wanted to take me back to America, by force, and Richie save me.
"Well then." He said.
By this time my arm caught his eye.
He grabbed it.
"MAY!!" He screeched. "What are these???!!!"
I also explained that my dad abused me last night and told me I was nothing but a mistake.
He pulled me into a hug.
"Oh May, I'm so sorry."
"It's ok I'm fine. We should all have a sleepover tonight, here." I said smiling.
"Ok!" They both said in unison.
The rest of the day we just hung out. Watching the Telly. And eating. Sleeping. Normal stuff.
We were sitting on the couch when I heard a knock on the door. I was scared to open it so Paul did."Yes?" Paul said.
"'Ello Paulie."
"Johnny boy. How's life?"
"It's good. I went by yer place, but yer dad said that ye weren't here, and to go look here, so here I am"
"Oh well. May?" He yelled over to me.
"Yes Paul?"
"Can Johnny come in?"
"Sure"
"Eh! Look! It's the pretty bird May."
I giggled "hullo John."
"Well what ye all doing?"
"Nothing really." Richie replied.
"We should play truth or dare!"
I said.
"Ok" they said. And we went up to my room.
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I've Got To Get You Into My Life
Fanfiction15 year old Mayla Hunter is the new girl in her high school, she has a rough start until she meets Paul McCartney. They start out as just friends, will their relationship become more serious, or will they go off in different directions?