Lonely People

When I'm Chapter Sixty-Four

My anger didn't subside for a week. For an entire week, everything I did was harsh all because I let my father get to me. Paul told me time and time again, I just had to block him out, but it was difficult. I couldn't let the things he said get to me, but, after growing up under his influences, it was difficult not to believe him. A daughter is supposed to trust her father above anyone else. A daughter shouldn't have to pick through what he says to find the truth hidden in the lies. A daughter shouldn't have to go home in tears after spending time with the man she was supposed to look up to.

Our shows were suffering because of my anger. I would beat the drums harder, and sometimes go off beat without realizing it. Molly would always send me a glare to warn me. Ellen decided that it was probably best to give us a bit of a vacation. We were given a week to calm down, more specifically, I was given a week to get my shit straight.

My anger didn't just affect me, it affected Molly and Janice as well. As long as I live, I will say that those two girls were the greatest friends anyone could ask for. Even though they were annoyed with me, they helped me out. Even though they were trying their best to help me, I could see my anger affecting them as well. Janice looked on the verge of tears and Molly was steadily growing angrier and angrier.

I realized that spending every day and night with them while I was like this was not the greatest idea. As their frustration grew, so did mine, it was a never-ending cycle. One of us had to step away, and I knew that had to be me.

"Where are you going?" Molly asked.

I shrugged my shirt on, "I'm going to go see if one of the lads will let me stay over a night or two."

"What's wrong with here?" Molly asked, "Sick of us already?"

She looked upset, but not exactly angry. She sounded both angry and frustrated, a combination which never ended well. I grabbed my bag and turned to her, "By golly, Miss Molly, I could never get sick of you."

Her cheeks became slightly rosier. She smiled a tad bit, making me smile slightly as well. It was good to know that not everything was bad. A step away from each other would be good. Sometimes, you had to take a break from even the greatest friends.

"Then, why are you leaving?" she asked.

"To take a break," I replied, "It's been a never-ending cycle of pissed off since I had dinner with Da. Got to take a break to make it better."

Molly frowned, "S'pose that makes sense. Still, wish you didn't have to leave."

"I'll be back, Mols," I smiled, "You wouldn't know what to do without me."

She laughed. I grabbed my camera off the bedside table and turned back towards the door frame. Molly was leaning in it, still staring at me, "Who're you going to stay with?"

"I was gonna go to Paul's place," I replied, "But he's in London with that Jane bird. John and Cynthia have a newborn, so they might not like that, and George is still at home with his parents."

"Ringo, then?" Molly asked.

I shrugged, "S'pose."

Something flashed across Molly's face. It was something I couldn't identify, but I could relate to on more than one occasion. Her eyes turned to stone as her jaw clenched. For a moment, I thought she was angry with me, but it was anything but. She quickly shook it off.

"Alright, then, have fun," she muttered.

Without another word, she vanished into her bedroom. I stared at the place she was for a moment, blinking rapidly, "Was it something I said?"