Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 13

Michelle sat quietly on her sofa, drinking a cup of tea and reading an American novel. She chewed on her lip as her eyes scanned the stained pages and her mind whizzed with amazement. She then popped the book down and sat in thought. She thought about George. She oh so desperately wanted to lead George from the band. Take him far away and have him all to herself. When ever she saw him her heart went numb. The way his jaw tensed when he was deep in thought. The way his eyebrows scrunched together when he was trying to figure out what chords he should play. Just thinking about George made Michelle's hunger for him grow. He needed out of that band.

Michelle stood up and placed a record on the record player. The crackle from the stylus scratching the vinyl and then the soothing sound of George's voice boomed it's way into her heart. She was almost certainly obsessed with George.

However, Michelle wanted more than just George. She wanted the band. She knew the rest of the group didn't like her and that made her red stain lips curl in delight. She didn't like them either. There was no reason to be nice. She had George under her little finger. She so had many secrets. Secrets that would ruin the band forever.

Once George's song had ended, Michelle switched of the record player;not wanting to hear the voice of John or Paul. She then knelt down and look at her records before picking out a brown paper bag. Her fingers slowly slipped inside of the bag and gripped the object tightly before...

BANG BANG!

Michelle was interrupted by vigorous knocks at her door. She huffed a deep sigh and popped the the bag back where it was. Standing up, she smooth down her skirt and went to the door. There stood George. Michelle smirked and licked her lips.

"Come in Georgie, I was just about to pop the kettle on" George looked back over his shoulder before stepping into Michelle's flat.

He was quiet. Quieter than normally. Michelle's smirk sunk down into a frown. This was George at all. Something must've happened.

"What's the matter ?" She asked blunt. George squirmed under her cold, hard stare.

"Nothing Michelle love. Just waiting on the cuppa tea" Michelle grunted and flaunted off towards the kitchen. Once safe, George threw done onto his knees and looked for the object he had seen before. It only took him a matter of seconds before he found it. His heart races and his blood pumped with adrenaline as he then stood up and headed towards the door. Quietly opening it, he motioned John over.

"Take this to the studio. Do not open it until I get back" John modded and signalled Paul before setting off down the road.

"Who was that?" Michelle asked, walking into the living room with the tray of tea. George bit his lip ad turned round.

"Just some kids wanting some jobs to do. They had the cheek to ask me for six pence!" Michelle didn't look impressed, but kept her mouth shut.

Handing George his tea, she looked at him. Admiring every future. Wishing that he was hers and nobody else's. Wishing that he would leave that band.

"George, why are you in the band? They guys don't really show much attention to you" George took a sip of the scalding liquid, refusing to answer. "Answer me" Michelle demanded.

"I'm in it because I'm with me mates. They're like brothers to me" that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"But surely you'd want to be doing something else other than be in a band? You don't even tour any more. What's the fun in that!"

George was losing his patience. She was downgrading something that his whole life depended on.

"We stopped touring for a valid reason. There's nothing I'd want to be doing more than playing in a band with my brothers." He then stood up and headed towards the door. "I've had enough of this. To think I was head over hills for you! Well I see what you really are. You're a sneak and everyone will know about it!" George than stormed out the flat; leaving a very angry Michelle.

She sat there for a moment or two. He blood boiling and her face becoming shades of reds. Her hands clenched together and her body tensed before finally, she through the tea tray across the room. She was not having this. She was not letting him do this. He was hers and only hers.