P.S. I Love You

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I woke up the next morning my head flooded with thoughts. Did that really happen last night? Does everyone hate me right now? I sighed as I turned over and saw a note lying on Paul's side of the bed.

"Don't be worried. Everything is going to be alright. I love you much, Paul."

I stared at the note for a minute contemplating what I should do with it. Instead of throwing it in the bin, I held it up to my chest and let a tear slip down my face.

"You are a fool John Lennon!" I yelled loud enough to shake the whole house.

In mere seconds I heard the babies start crying.

I let out a sigh as I lifted myself of the bed.

Charlotte and Winston lay in their cribs crying loudly each trying to get my attention.

"Come here..."

I picked them both up and held them to my chest.

"Shhh loves"

Soon both babies were asleep their heads lying soundly on my chest. I felt tears roll down my cheek slowly and land on the babies head.

"Why does everyone hate me?" I whispered.

My sisters hadn't talked to me since that night I went to my mothers which was a few months ago, everyone of my friends hates me. Could it get any worse?

I placed the babies back in their cribs and lucky for me they didn't wake back up. I kissed each of their foreheads.

"I'll see you later loves."

Neither moved, but Charlotte made a quiet baby noise.

The house was filled with silence, unlike it's usual noisy self. I looked around downstairs, and the house had looked like no one had lived here.

"Huh?" I muttered as I picked up a pillow on the couch and fluffed it.

All the photos over the fireplace were no longer tilted and the plants looked as though they had been watered.

"Paul must've helped out a little before he left."

I walked into the kitchen and saw a nice warm breakfast set at the table with a note attached to my plate.

"Dear Amelia,

I'm so sorry for last night. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I know this doesn't make up for what I've done but I hope me cleaning and making you breakfast is a start

Love,

John"

I continued to stare at the letter even after I had finished.

"John Lennon." I stuttered as I clenched the note.

My knuckles turned white. I gritted my teeth.

"John Lennon?!?" I boomed, not loud enough to wake the babies though.

I took the letter and burned it in the fire that quietly crackled in the living room. I headed over to the TV and turned it on.

"What's on today?" I asked as I watched the Television program.

At about 3 Paul came home a little confused and baffled.

"What's wrong Paul?"

He sighed, his hands constantly moving.

"I can't do it Amelia, I can't be in this band any more. It's not for me."

I gasped a little to let Paul get the reaction he wanted but he would continue to play because he really didn't know how to do anything else.

"Why Paul?"

He took in a deep breath and gave me a long winded story I didn't ask for.

"Today, I arrive at the studio at 6 o' clock sharp, to start tuning my bass and getting ready. Ringo and George get there at around 6:20 which is the time we are supposed to be at the studio by and lastly John walks in late at 7. He gives me a half hearted apology telling me he was busy doing something, what it was, I don't know..." I looked around the house at the clean house. I started to bite my nails.

"So then we start to work on a song that we are experimenting with for our next album, and John completely changed the whole song top to bottom. New chords, new lyrics. God he's an idiot. He starts singing about some girl he met back in the day and crap. He's getting on my last nerve."

Paul continues to rant but I tune him out and think about John.

Him pushing me against a wall and kissing me.

"No don't think that, stop!" I yell in my head as my thoughts wash away.

"What do you think I should do?" Paul asked.

"Uh- I think you should approach him about it love." I placed my fingertips on his thigh, "maybe he'll listen."

He nodded and a tiny curve formed on his lips.

"Thanks dear."

He kissed my cheek and headed upstairs for a nap.

The house was quiet, the only noise was the hum of the tv. I looked out the window and saw raindrops hitting the window and the sun setting.

"What am I doing?" I asked as I realized my life now.

I shot up and grabbed my coat.

"Just a little break won't hurt me."

With car keys in hand, I ran out the door not looking behind me.