Here Comes The Sun: Book 2 (Under Editing)

Facing Up🔥

I felt a hand on my shoulder and muffled voices above me.

I lifted my head abruptly. Ringo and the other two lads stood looking down at me with troubled, and worried expressions.

"He'll be okay."

I jumped up and burried my face into Ringo's neck.

He caught balance, and began to rub my back.

"I promise."
*************************

George's POV.....
I came to the front door of my father's house.

My palms sweaty and shaking I knocked on the door.

Claire, I love you. George snap out of it your gonna live, why would your dad kill his own flesh and blood?

Why would he kill your mother?

My heart skipped a beat as the door creaked open.

My dad stood there and stared through me like I was a wanted criminal.

"Well son, seems like you've seen yourself through. Here to apologize to your old man?"

I gulped down the warm spit that began to rise under my tounge.

"No, I'm here to ask you something.......about mom."

His eyes widened, and he began to get figidey.

"What about her?"

He didnt loosen his terrifying stare.

Okay George dont chicken out now. Do it for mum, do it for the lads, do it for Claire.

I cut all the crap I could have given him and got straight to the point.

"Did you kill mum?"

He swallowed hard, and shook his head.

"George, why would you think such an awful thing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I dont know, why would you leave your thirteen year old son out on the streets of Liverpool, and not EVER come back!"

My dad never lost the spine chilling stare.

"Now, George this is ridiculous!"

"Oh, is it! Is it really!? Or are you just not wanting to face up to what you've done!"

He began to figit with his hands nervously.

"George."

My blood began to run hot. He was putting it off. He was trying to change the subject, and I wasn't gonna take it.

"No! Dont "George" me. Its time to be a man!"

His sturn eyes softened, as I repeated the phrase he had told me countless times as a child.

"I was drunk!"

My heart stopped as he screamed these words.

"I was drunk, and had absolutely no idea what was going on! Yes, I admit it, I killed your mother! We had a fight and I got drunk.

Then without knowing my anger got the best of me and I shot her! There are you happy now George!"

A million thoughts ran through my head, and the anger flowing through my insides rushed.

"Don't come near me."

My father reached out. I stepped back and flipped the collar up on my jacket.

"Don't come near me or my family! If I ever see your face again with anyone of my friends or family, you better be watching your back. Because if I do I will call the authorities, and you will pay the price."

His eyes were filled with worry. Which is exactly what I wanted.

"Got it!"

I grabbed him by his shirt, and stared directly into his eyes.

He nodded and I made sure my point was across before walking back to the cabin.
*************************
Claire's POV.......
I stared out the window, wondering where George was and if he was okay.

Ringo held me in his arms and rubbed the top of my hand comfortingly with his thumb.

Slowly I opened the palm of my hand, that George had dropped something into.

Laying in the middle of my palm was a beautiful locket in the shape of a heart.

My eyes gained tears as the replay of the moment went through my mind.

"Ringo, its been a while. Do you think he's okay?"

Ringo kissed my forehead and held me tighter.

"He'll be fine love, I promise. Everything is going to be okay."

I looked up at his puckering lips and his sad eyes made me want George that much more.

I loved him so much. And soon we would be married. I just wanted him to hold me in my arms, and tell me that everything was fine.

Suddenly the door bust open.

George stood there staring at me, his eyes seeped deeply into mine.

"George!"

I fell into his arms and dug my head into the of his neck.

He pulled me in tight, and placed his hand on the back of my head.

He held me as if he would never let me go.

"Claire. I was so scared. I just wanted to hold you in my arms."

George put his head into the crook of my neck.

He gave me gentle pecks, and my heart fluttered.

I rubbed my hands through his hair, as he gently kissed the side of my neck.

He was home. I was so worried for him.

I thought I may never see him again.

And here we were, holding each other tight. George was home.
**************************************************