If I Fell

~65~

Bottles upon bottles, empty and half full, were scattered all over as we stood just inside the door of the suite.

Paul quickly sizing up the room.

Mal sat sullen and tired, glancing up as the door clicked shut, he gave a nod of relief as I was pushed towards our room.

"You're in big trouble" George teased as he walked in from the balcony clutching a rolled, lit ciggie.

"Keep it down, Geo. Everything's fine" Paul keep us on the projectile route towards the bedroom, nothing was going to stop his progress. I baulked and changed direction toward George, grabbing the smoke and inhaling deeply. I coughed and handed it back.

"John's livid, Brian's pissed you took off. Richards snoring. I was upset." George grinned slyly, I gave him a questioning look "You didn't take me!"

"It wasn't high tea, George, she ran. No, she went for stroll. Thats all. Now she's back, let's just talk in the morning" Paul slowly steered me away, George wasn't having any of it.

"Stroll my arse" George crowed "Paulie's got a crush" and I was shoved rudely into the bedroom. The bedroom door now closed, leaving me in darkness. 

I put an ear against the door trying to listen to the muffled and harried conversation taking place on the other side.

"Do not"

"Do too"

"Do not"

What are they eleven!?!

"Do too liar"

"She's my sister, you sick fucker"

"But that's the clincher, ain't it. She's not, is she Paul" George was grinning like a loony, I could feel it.

One of them must have shoved the other as the door shuddered from the collision.

"Go to bed George, this has nothing to do with you or anyone else for that matter" Paul suddenly opened the door and it slammed, innocently of course, into my head.

"Ouch"

"Haha" George pushed past Paul and pulled me up off the floor and into his embrace in one swift movement. "Abigail the eavesdropper, naughty Abigail" George said condescendingly. "John was waiting for you, you know"

"John can go and forever wait in the Seine for all I care"

"Really?" George was now more than interested in the turn in events. "So you've dropped 'im for Paulie then- already"

Paul went to interject and I put a hand over his mouth.

"I haven't dropped anything, John played up and I caught him"

"So, you and Paul......."

"Me and Paul are merely tired and going to bed....separately. Good night George." Disengaging from George, pushed him out of the door and shut it. Effectively shutting Paul and I in.

"I-" Paul started to talk but I was in the bathroom with the door closed before he could get the sentence out.

Hot water cascaded over my scalp. Washing my hair was giving me time to think, to attempt to straighten my mind out.

Then it hit me.

If Paul and I can't function as siblings I have to go, and not home to London either. I don't even think I could go back to Jim's and look him in the eye either, with all this mess hanging in the air.

Cradling my head I sank to the bottom of the shower. I was now a 'problem' as Brian would oft say about issues. Being in between Paul and John, the group, causing upset and friction within.