I Need You

Wake up and smell the roses

I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed. George was in the chair next to the bed, asleep. I tapped his shoulder.

"Rita! Thank god, you've been in a week long coma."

George came over and hugged me with tears of joy coming out of his eyes.

"Paul's outside by the way." He grunted unhappily.

Paul then came in the room.

"George, what the hell are you doing with me fiancée?!?"

He pryed George off me and hugged me and whispered something in my ear that made me jump.

"I bailed your father out of jail and also your going to get a beating for leaving me a week without sex."He said with a smirk.

He then left with a mischievous smirk.

"What did he say to you?" George asked angrily.

"He said he bailed my...father out of jail."

"Well, this week has been depressing." George said sitting on the side of the bed.

"What's happened to you?" I said patting George's back.

"Pattie and I (mutually) broke up." He said with a sarcastic smile.

"George, come lay with me, please." I said.

George layed with me, no questions asked. I hugged him, making sure all the wires in me were intact. Our bodies were perfect for one another, we fit like two puzzle pieces you put together to finish the game. I could smell the scent of cologne and cigarettes. It was a smell I loved. We quickly fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

2 hours later...

I found myself in Paul's car, still in my hospital gown. He was driving speedily. He then pulled up to an alley way. He yanked my arm, and pulled me into the alley way.

He took out a knife.

"Now, do you either want to get beat or killed?" He asked holding the knife close to my face.

"Beat." I whispered.

And in that alleyway, I was beaten to a pulp. He left me there, and drove away. I asked myself one important question, why was I even still in a relationship with him? Probably because he'll beat the shit out of me if I left him. I thought to myself. I had then tealised there were a few shillings on the ground and there was a phone booth just ten feet away from me. I picked up the shillings and crawled to the phone booth. I stood up, knees still wobbly from the beating. I successfully put the shillings in before sliding down the glass walls. I attempted to reach for the phone and to my surprise, I got it.

I dialed George's number.

"Hello?" George answered.

"Help." I croaked weakly.

"Who is this?" He asked worried.

"R-R-R-i-t-t-a." I stuttered.

"Rita, where are you?" He asked even more worried.

I had just realised where I was, the alley behind The Cavern Club.

"Th-the alleyway behind the C-C-Caver-n.

"I'll be there right away." George said, slamming the phone down on the receiver.

I became too weak to hold the phone, so I left it dangling.

10 minutes later....

George came into the booth and picked me up bridal style. He put me in the front seat and brought me to his home.