Ain't She Sweet

Chapter 15 - Help!

<Angie POV>

"I'm so tired." I yawn.

"Me too." George whined.

"Me third." Paul yawned.

"Me fourth." John yawned.

I giggle at their silliness.

"Do ye guys mind if I call Ringo, dad?" I ask.

They go silent.

"Yeah. But call ye me da da?" Paul pouts.

"Ok da da." I smile.

Ringo smiles widely.

"Call me papa!" John smiles.

"I want to be called daddy geo!" George exclaimed.

"And I want to be called Long Tall Sally!" I joke.

They all crack up.

"Oh Angie- ye are so funny!" Paul says in between laughs.

"I know da da." I giggle.

"Ok boys we're here. Just dodge in there!" Brian instructed us.

"Ok dad, da da, papa, and daddy geo! Lets do this!" I announce.

Paul does a battle cry and we jump out of the car.

The girls shriek hysterically. And cameras flash.

"My ears!" Ringo cried.

"My eyes!" John shrieked.

We launch ourselves into the hotel and we all land with a 'thump' on the floor, with me on the bottom of this dog pile.

"help!" I breathe out.

They all get off of me.

"Thank ye." I say exasperated.

"Boys, yer hotel rooms are on the top floor, numbers 1201 and 1202." Brian hands us the keys.

"Let's go on the elevator!" Paul says.

We all scramble to the elevator. We squish in and press the number '12' button.

"If I fell in love with you..." John sings quietly.

"Oh dear god hurry up elevator! I got a song!" John bangs on the doors.

"Dammit John! Yer gonna break it!" George whines.

Suddenly the elevator stops.

"Thanks papa." I mutter.

"Ok, everythin' will be alright. I hope nobody has any cluster phobia." Ringo says.

It hit me with a ton of bricks.

~ flash back ~

I was stuffed in a small closet with my mum, hiding from the thieves. This is when I first discovered my fear of small and tight spaces. I started to shake, I felt as if the walls were closing in on me.

"Calm down baby." My mum cooed.

"I - I can't." I start to cry.

~~~ flash back over~~~

I start to shake, anxiety kicking in.

"I need to get outta here." I say.

"They'll get us outta here in no time, love." Ringo says.

"No I need to get outta here now." I emphasize 'now'.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. The symptoms I had for my cluster phobia were different than others. At the orphanage they took me to a doctor to see why I had it. He just said it was only psychological. But I would get sick, anxiety, I would pace around, and rarely, I would pass out.

"Oh no." I say.

I get up and I start to walk around in the little space I had.

"Ang, what's wrong?" George asks.

"I can't t-take this d-daddy." I stutter. I couldn't even say 'geo' at the end.

Usually if I got seriously cluster phobic I would lose my ability to speak because of my anxiety.

"P-please get me outta h-here." I start to sob.

"Help!" I cry.

Ringo wraps his arms around me and holds me. "Shhhh." He consoles me.

<Ringo POV>

I watch Angie shake violently in my arms. Her face drained of color and she passed out.

"SHE PASSED OUT!!" I shriek.

The boys crawl quickly over to look at her. John go something out of his pocket, a knife.

"It's worth a try." He says.

"Ye have a knife in yer pocket!?" George screamed.

"In case of an emergency!" John yells.

He stabs the slit between the doors.

"JOHN HURRY!" Paul yells on the verge of tears.

Tears slipped from my eyes.

I stroke Angie's dangerously pale face.

"I promise this'll never happen again." I say to myself.

"My Ang!" George sobbed.

Paul and George helped John pry open the doors and I gasped.

"Let's get her to the room and we'll call a doctor!" I yell.

We run up six flights of stairs and John nervously opens George and I's room. I set her on my bed carefully.

Paul rushes to the phone and dials the operator.

"Operator! Me daughter she passed out! Please send help!" He cried into the phone.

He slammed the phone one the cradle and looked at me.

"The doctor's gonna be here as soon as he can." Paul sniffled.

The boys and I hovered over Angie, hoping she would wake up.

"Our Princess." John sniffled.

I take a good look at John. I've never seen John cry. Ever. He never cried in front of us, except Paul.

"It's all my fault." John sniffled.

"No it's not." I said.

"Yes it is. If I haven't bung on the fuckin' door, Angie wouldn't be in this position." John sobbed.

John got up and stormed out. I could hear him sobbing outside of the door.

"It's not his fault. It's the damn elevator's fault!" George raised his voice.

"Calm down. I'll go talk to him." Paul says.