The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Hey Bulldog (Chapter 49)

I wake up to the sound of the television on downstairs. I quietly sit up, rubbing my eyes and turning in Paul's direction. He isn't there and I assume he's downstairs.

"I really got to tell him what's on my mind." My stomach feels queasy and my legs shake. I always get like this when I am worried or stressed. I suppose I'm both.

I stand up and quietly make my way down the steps. I hear Paul hum something and I sigh. I need to do this for the two of us. I need to stop hiding things.

"Morning." I say, my voice rough and tired. Paul turns to me and smiles. He's watching the news, and I smile at his outfit. He's wearing a nice suit and tie, as usual, and it looks great on him. I feel my legs shake again.

"I need to let something out." I say, looking at the floor in fear and embarrassment. I hear Paul get up and walk towards me.

"What's been on your mind, love?" Paul looks at me as I connect my eyes with his. He looks concerned and I sit down at the kitchen table. He follows along.

"John has been hurting me, Paul." I say, pausing as I think of the right words to say. "He's kissed me and forced me to do things I'd rather not do."

Paul closes his eyes and folds his hands overtop each other. I know he's mad, but I dont know if its at me or John.

"Are you sure?"

I nod and begin to cry slightly. I didn't expect to, and I quickly wipe them away.

"Don't cry, Carol." Paul hands me a napkin and I take it. I look down at my feet again as I finish wiping my face.

"I don't mean to doubt you, but I don't completely believe you. John's my best mate." Paul looks at me and narrows his eyes. I knew he would be skeptical.

"John did do those things to me, Paul. I don't mean to make you upset. I didn't want to tell you."

"I need to be alone." Paul says, getting up suddenly as he knocks the table a bit. I stiffen as he does so.

"Paul-"

Before I can get up to chase him, he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone in the kitchen.

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"He hasn't come back." I say to Cynthia on the other line. She doesn't know why he left- I haven't told her - but she knows he is upset. It's 9 p.m and it's raining. I'm worried about Paul. My Paul.

"He said he needed space so maybe he went out for a drink. That's what John does."

John. That bastard.

"Where is John anyways?" I ask. Cynthia sighs through the receiver.

"He's with George downstairs."

Scratch that, I suppose. Paul isn't with either of them.

"Oh." Cynthia coughs through the phone.

"If Paul comes by I'll let you know." I nod my head and smile slightly.

"Thanks Cynthia. "

"Call me Cyn." She says, before hanging up the phone. I decide it might be a good idea to call Ringo and Maureen to see if Paul is at their house.

I hear the door open before I can even look up their number.

"Paul?" I turn around to see him standing at the doorway, drenched in rain and shivering. I run over to him, and attempt to help him with his clothes. He just stares at me.

"I'm fine." He says, sneezing as he takes off his shoes and coat. I back away, looking at the floor.

"Where were you?" I turn to him and he fixes his hair before walking into the kitchen. I follow him.

"Out."

I bite my lip and look away. I'm just happy he's safe.

"I won't be here tomorrow either, so don't go crying." Paul says, and I look at him intently.

"That's rude to say." Paul looks at me and laughs. I don't laugh back and he stops.

"Look Carol. I'm not here to tell you you're a liar or whatever, but John told me nothing happened between the two of you." I look at Paul and feel my fists clench. That bastard won't even tell Paul the truth!

"You're going to believe him over me?" I look at Paul who leans on the wall slightly. He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Well he didn't go cheating off with one of my best mates like someone I know."

I feel my stomach begin to sting as Paul speaks. It hurts to hear those words, but they're all true. I am a cheater. Why would he believe me?

"So thats it? You're not going to listen to what I have to say?" I look away from Paul in disbelief.

"Not until I can trust you again." Paul looks at me and grabs my wrist. "But until the time comes, I won't have you near John. I don't trust you, but John is a bastard. In the case that you are telling the truth, I want to protect you." Paul grips my wrist tighter as he speaks

"You're my girl and noone else's. Prove to me how much you want that."

Paul kisses my cheek and walks up the stairs to our room, although I don't feel like following him. For once, I think I'd rather be alone.

I want to be alone for a while.