Love Me Do

~ 57 ~

Kaylee's POV

I couldn't actually believe this was happening.

My mind was numb.

Numb, as in, I didn't know where I was going, because I'd lost the ability to care.

I'd also lost my best friend.

Jimmy Page, the man I was confided in, who promised to be by my side in this fucked up situation, has gone and done himself with a groupie?

I felt more than disgusted; I felt betrayed and destroyed.

I know it isn't fair, for him, I mean.

I'd appeared out of the blue and forced a baby upon him, and it was wrong.

But he promised me, and that's what's hurting.

He broke his promise, and that's why I'm pissed off.

Stalking off down the street, I hugged my arms to my chest and let the tears begin to streak.

It felt good to cry, but I don't like the reason why I am.

I kicked at every stone on the pathway, imagining it to be myself.

I could never trust rockstars.

Shouldn't I have taken one look at Jimmy and realised he was no better than any other boy?

Did I really let myself believe he was good enough for my baby?

Was John?

Frowning, I stood still, in the middle of the pathway, thinking that question over.

Was John the only option I had?

But, I'm not the only option John has either.

He has Cynthia.

What makes him think I'm any better than her?

And they're thinking of kids, aren't they?

What would he need my baby for if he's already got his own on the way.

Sighing, I tried not to let myself break down, when I realised where I was heading; towards the Zeppelin tour bus.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, relaying my situation. "I've no where to bloody stay."

Oh, but did I?

I suddenly picked up my pace and headed for the hotel where George - The Beatles - were staying.

The large building loomed out at me through the pitch black, it's warm light's a welcoming glow.

Why hadn't Jimmy chased me by now?

Was he enjoying himself, the fucking two timer?

Pushing Jimmy from my thoughts, I entered the hotel and shuffled towards the receptionist desk.

Surely she'd think of me out of sympathy.

Come on, I'm pregnant for Christ sakes!

"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" The young lady smiled, her blonde hair sparking my jealousy.

Maybe if I was beautiful, like her, Jimmy wouldn't have ever ditched me for a groupie.

"Hey, uhm. Is there reservations for The - The Beatles?" I stammered, wondering if she'd think I were psycho. "Are there any inside the building right now? George Harrison, in particular?"

The lady gave me a faltering smile, obviously doubting my relationship with them, but checked the book in front of her anyway.

"Let me call and see, darling. Won't be a second."