How I Won Your Heart

Chapter 11: I've Just Seen A Face

The only place I felt at peace was the recording studio. Being there helped to forget about Anette and it allowed me to keep my mind off of her. However, I still had problems while I was there.

"Come on, John! If you keep messing up we will never get this done!" Paul yelled.

"I'm sorry, my mind is just somewhere else I guess. Let's try it again." I said. 

I had struggled to keep my focus while at the studio sometimes and it had affected my playing. It took a while but eventually we were able to finish our recording for the day. We had just finished our work on our new album "A Hard's Day Night" and we also started to film our new movie.

The movie also helped me to forget about Anette and I was actually enjoying filming the movie. I had to go visit Anette at the hospital tonight and Cynthia was going to meet me there. I wasn't sure how I felt about Cynthia. She was a very nice girl and she cared a lot about how I felt, but there was something mysterious about her.

"Well boys, I have to go visit Anette in the hospital now." I told the band.

"John, how much longer are you going to visit her?" Paul asked. 

"It has only been a month since the accident. I will keep visiting her till she wakes up."

"I just don't want it to get in the way of The Beatles. It may help if you just have a night where you forget about everything and just have fun, you know?" Paul said. 

"I will think about it."

I couldn't believe what Paul was saying. I did worry about The Beatles too but I had to keep visiting her. I promised myself that I would not let Anette get in the way of The Beatles progress.

When I got to the hospital, Cynthia was outside waiting for me. She was wearing a very nice dress and she looked beautiful. 

Wait, what am I saying...I love Anette...right?

"Hey Cynthia." I said.

"Hi John, how are you today?" She asked. 

"Alright, just worried about the band. I don't want Anette to get in the way of it. I love her, but I feel that I am worried to much about her." 

"I think you will feel better if we just go in and see her."

We headed into the hospital and went to Anette's room. By this time, all her cuts were healed and she looked so peaceful laying in her hospital bed. 

"Wow so this is Anette...she is beautiful." Cynthia said.

"Yeah she sure is, I miss her." I said kneeling beside Anette.

"I'm sure she will wake up soon."

We sat in the hospital room for about 20 minutes until Cynthia suggested we leave.

"Hey, why don't we just go out and have fun tonight. You know, get your mind off things?" Cynthia suggested. 

"Paul suggested I did the same thing...I guess it can't hurt." Or so I thought. 

"How about we go to the bar and just forget about everything." Cynthia said grabbing my hand. 

She had a look in her eye that was hard to understand. I wanted to go out and get hammered and forget about things, but I was concerned with what Cynthia was thinking. 

"Um...sure..I guess." I said unsure. 

"Trust me it will be fun." Cynthia said suggestively.

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Cynthia kept buying me a lot of drinks and I couldn't stop drinking. I got completely drunk and I was so out of it. 

Since I was so drunk I spilled out my whole life for Cynthia. I told her about my family and about how Anette and I first met. I even told her about the first time that we made love. 

If I wasn't drunk this definitely would not be happening. I told her about my plans for the band and I realized that I needed to focus more on the group. 

We were making a movie for goodness sakes. I needed to get my mind in the right place, but this night was probably not the way to do it. 

"John, you are better than this. You can go places with your band. Why don't you just forget about Anette?" Cynthia said moving closer to me. 

"I love her so much though. I can't just forget about her." 

"Sure you can. I can help you." Cynthia whispered into my ear.

If I knew about what was going to happen later that night, I probably wouldn't have gone out.

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I woke up the next morning in someone else's bed. I had no idea what happened last night and my head was killing me, but the person next to me helped me to remember. 

"Good morning John." Cynthia said smiling at me and kissing my cheek. 

"Shit. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry." I said realizing that we were both naked.

"I'm not.." Cynthia said kissing my neck.

"No, I can't do this. What about Anette?" I said pushing her off of me. 

"Don't worry about her, she dosen't have to know."

I immediately got up and started getting dressed. I could not believe what I did last night. How could I be so stupid?

"I have to go. I didn't want this." I told her. 

"Don't leave me John. I love you." Cynthia pleaded.

"No, I am leaving."

I walked out of her house and I started walking to Paul's house. When I got to his house I knocked on his door urgently. 

"Hey, what are you doing here so early? You look like shit." Paul said. 

"Well thanks...look I have made a mistake." I told him. 

"Come on in." Paul said leading me into his house. 

"Look, I took your advice and I went out last night with Cynthia. I got really drunk and I wasn't thinking. I don't remember what happened, but I woke up in her bed this morning naked." 

"Man that sounds like one crazy night, did you have fun though?" Paul asked. 

"That's not the point! I had sex with her and I wasn't thinking!" I yelled.

"So what? I have sex with girls all the time. It dosen't hurt me none." 

"But I love Anette and if she knew she would be hurt." 

"She isn't going to know. It's ok just don't worry about it." Paul said. 

"I guess....I am worried about the band too." 

"Look, why don't you just leave Anette alone a little bit and we will just focus on the band." Paul suggested.

"As hard as it is to do that, I think it's the best thing. We need to start touring anyway." I said.

I went home that night and I went straight to my guitar and I started practicing. I knew that I needed to focus more on the band and I couldn't do that while worrying about Anette. 

I thought things were going to get better, but there was still one problem. 

I couldn't keep my mind off of Cynthia..