Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~Chapter One~

Frantic whispers and loud shuffling was what woke me up from my peaceful slumber, making me curse whoever was the source of the noise. The absence of a body beside mine felt strange and for the first time in years I felt lonely. However, the thought of it made me shake my head in amusement. I'm not alone, not anymore.

With one swift movement, I pushed my body out of the soft bed, feeling my limbs scream in protest, begging me to return to the comfort of the warm duvet. But a sound of something hitting a hard surface snapped me out of my inner conflict and quietly I tip toed my way to the wooden door of my bedroom. A battle between fear and curiosity, in my head, was holding me back from just opening the damn door.

Shaking any concerns out of my head, I reached for the door. "James, are-", I never finished that sentence, Instead I was faced with a view that made my heart shatter in million pieces. James, possibly the love of my life, had his arms wrapped around a blonde girl, whom I had not seen before. A smile was lighting up his face, as his green eyes were shamelessly ogling her body. I couldn't believe it, James, the same guy I gave my everything just last night, has already found himself another.

"James?" I asked in a trembling voice, cursing myself for sounding so pitiful. That seemed to snap the dark haired man out of the daze he was in, as his green eyes turned toward my still form. Shock was clearly written across his handsome face, and James's muscular arms untangled themselves from the blonde girl's embrace.

"Anna, I-I can explain!" his husky voice echoed against the light walls of my living room, where he was getting up from the small love seat. Anger replaced the pitiful feeling within me and I took a step toward the man I, now, hate.

"Can you really explain? I think it's pretty obvious and no explanation is needed!" I quickly blurted out and was shocked by the confidence in my voice, I was never a courageous person.

"It's not like that, baby! You don't understand!" James exclaimed and waved his hands frantically in the air.

"How could you, after everything that happened yesterday? Do you really have no respect at all?" fury replaced the pain in my chest and, with new found strength, I walked up to James's shocked form. "I loved you James, I really did. You can't imagine how mad and hurt I am. But, I guess, I deserve it, for believing in love in the first place. But overall, you can't imagine how sorry I feel for you, you don't know what love feels like and that's a pity." I turned my back on the man I loved, feeling my heart clench painfully with every step that I took away from James. "I want you out of my house... now. And that blonde bimbo of yours too."

"But... I can't... I love you, Anna! You don't understand!" I heard him say, almost convincing me to believe him. Almost.

"You're a good actor, I can give you that. You are a swine, James Preston, and I want you out of my life.Goodbye, James." with that said I closed the door of my bedroom and waited for them to leave my apartment, which happened almost instantly.  Suddenly, the realization of the situation slapped me in the face. Hard.

I am alone. The person I loved cheated on me and I am alone. I wasn't enough. With these thoughts in my head I wept for hours, drowning in self-pity. I felt pathetic and useless.

Not knowing what to do with myself, and not wanting to stay in the room full of memories about him, I decided that I'll go out and have a drink to mend by broken heart. After all, I'm only 20, I have my whole life in front of me and I shouldn't be spending it to cry over some swine.

With this thought in my head, I dressed my body in my favourite blue dress and combed my pitch black hair, finally looking more like a human than a zombie. With a sigh I applied some make-up, just to hide the bags under my eyes and lifelessness of my skin, and threw on a jacket, considering that it was late September and slightly chilly. Slipping on my black heels, I ran out of my apartment, not wanting to stay there any longer, into the crisp air of September.