Hello, goodbye

Nowhere man

     I didn't tell George what happened that night at Paul's, and he just assumed I'd open up at some point and tell him, but that I needed my space right now. I knew that I could never tell him, and I was just happy to get back to the studio to get things off of my mind.
    "Um, hey Rose, can we talk?" Paul asked me quietly, and George looked at us both suspiciously.
    "Actually, no Paul. I don't think we can," I said flatly, and walked out of the room and outside of the building, sitting on the bench in the courtyard. After a minute of sitting alone, someone slid onto the bench next to me. Looking up, I was expecting to see George, but instead saw John.
    "Are you okay?" John asked, and I nodded quickly, and I wasn't lying. I really didn't want to make a big deal of this, but I also felt uncomfortable being around Paul. It still scared me a little that he could overpower me in a second if he wanted too. It was a feeling of eternal helplessness.
    "Are you sure?" John asked, and I shook my head no. I suddenly began to cry, but I felt embarrassed, so he hugged me and swaddled me into his chest.
    "I'm really trying to be okay," I said quietly, and he just awkwardly hugged me. It was strange, but it felt familiar.
     "Paul told me about what happened," john said quietly, and I pulled away and threw up my hands.
    "Well that's fucking great, isn't it? Let's just tell everyone, why don't we?" I shouted, and then wiped the tears from under my eyes. John looked like he really didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything for a moment.
    "Love, he was drunk. He was upset," john explained, and I rolled my eyes. I felt myself begin to get angry.
    "Stop, John! Just stop! You don't need to defend him! Just leave me alone!" I yelled, and George rushed forward to hold me. I didn't even know that he had come outside. John excused himself and left me and George alone.
   "Paul told me too. It's okay, Rose. I'm here. Do you want me to leave you alone too?" George asked, unsure of if I would blow up at any moment.
   "No, just hold me," I said, and he did that. We sat in the garden looking at the flowers, and just being with him.
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Yet another suckish fucking chapter from the inner works of my brain 😉