How Could I? //// THE BEATLES STORY

Get Back

☆ M A X -  P O V ☆

I woke to Vansire playing.
I love this dude.
The LSD still banged against my skull and I tried to get up. I threw someone's leg off me and sat up.
Through drowsy eyes, a girl stood in the morning sun, smoking gently. She wasn't wearing anything apart from pants and a thin top.
Her brown hair was fluffed from sex and her long golden legs jutted in the light.
She looked like a goddess.

"Whatcha staring at Max?"
Alex groaned from beside me. I nodded my head and I knew Alex was thinking the same thing.

We watched her. One by one as people rose. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She finished her cig and burnt it into our wall.
As she turned, her chestnut hair floating, I gasped in awe.
I could see her tits, which was pretty amazing and she manage to pull off the look.
She jumped in surprise and giggled.
"Fuck off."
She sauntered in the kitchen and poked her head around the door.
"Tea?"

After she had made enough tea to feed an army, she sat down next to Archie and Jack, who just watched her.
"Eyes off, bastards."

She murmured. There was something on her eyes, something miserable.
She leaned over me to grab a pack of fags and her stomach pressed against my face.
"Whoopsie Daisy. Missed you there Max."
She knew my name.

She grinned and as she put a fag in her mouth, I tried to eagerly find my lighter but she had already grabbed the candelabra and lit her cig.

She took a sexy drag, just as Tom came down the stairs, wearing a pair of just boxers.
"Oi Tom! Put some clothes on!"
Shouted Alex from the kitchen, who was munching on Pot Noddles with some others.

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I saw Tom and jumped up, ran to hug him and kiss him lightly on the lips.
He gripped my waist like Paul would.
I sunk slightly.
"Hey Baby girl."
He grinned drowsily, his bed head making him look sexy.
"Hi daddy."
I walked him into the kitchen and made him a cuppa, while his mates patted him on the back.
"Good job mate! How'd snag this one?"
I grinned toothily 

Handing him his tea, I went to get another fag from the other room when Tom grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, whispering in my ear.
" My t-shirts on the mantle in the living room. I don't like all these boys looking at you."
I nodded.

I wasn't his.
I realised I had submitted to him. Calling him "daddy" ?!
What was I thinking!?
ARGH I just want Paul back, none of this no emotion stuff.
Tom was starting to dominate. That can't happen. It's my life.

I have to see Paul. And I had just the idea. I can't live without him.
I can't sleep around, I feel violated and dirty.
I'm no whore.
I grinned from ear to ear, playing along.
"Yesss, daddy."
I hissed in his ear, I felt his hard-on poke my thigh.

I swaggered into the other room, where half the boys staggered around, trying to place where they were and the other staring dreamily at nothing.
I took my top off and walked the entire length of the room shirtless.
I felt like power. 
I heard a massive gasp as I swung my hips, grabbed a fag and the t-shirt and walked the other way.
I stood, just in the doorway, and lit my fag, still shirtless.
The boys sat with their mouths gaped open.
I giggled and ran into the kitchen, pulling in my t-shirt.

"Hey, baby?"
Tom looked at me desperately.
"Do you have to do that in front of everyone?"

I knew he thought I was his now. But I wasn't.
I pushed him in the chest lightly.
"I'm not your 'baby' "
Tom's eyebrows shot up and he ran a hand through his sandy hair. 
The other boys snickered and I pulled a face.

"I'm off."

I took my purse from the other room and ran upstairs to grab my clothes. I got changed quickly and ran a comb through my hair.

I'm coming Paul.

As I swung the door open, I heard some protests from the knocked out boys.

I turned to Tom, who looked confused as ever.

"Meadow, what are we?"
He whispered down at me. 
I wriggled in guilt.
I had lead him on and I really didn't mean to. But I needed Paul. I needed him now.
He was my everything. I could barely function straight without him and I had gone to long without him.
My eyes started to well up.

"Well done Tommy! You've gone made her cry!"
I heard Max exclaim. I saw we had an audience.
I angrily flipped him off and turned to Tom again.

"Tom, I need you to drive me to the telephone box down the road."
He sagged a little.

"I don't have my drivers license."
I shrugged and motioned for someone in the audience to take me.

Max jumped up and grab his car keys from his pocket.
I forced a smile and realised I needed to the get the hell out of this house.

Tom followed me and Max out, into a tiny black Fiat 500.
He took me in his arms.

"When will I see you again?"
The poor boy looked desperate. He really did.

"Never. I'm leaving Tom. Thank you for the good night."

I kissed his nose and ruffled his hair.
Jumping quickly in the little car, Max revved and sped down the long, car-lined pebble drive.
I turned to see Tom looking speechless and almost sad.

"Nasty."
I heard Max whisper.
I slapped him one around the head and he swerved  the car a little.
We rode the rest in silence.

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I closed the telephone box with Max's phone, assuring him I would leave it in here, but he'd see me disappear.
He was still high and nodded vaguely.
I kissed him on the cheek, leaving him looking chuffed out.

Deep breath.
Open the phone and play
She Loves You from their oldies collection they made in December 1966.
I did this all with a clear head and shaking hands.
It's all okay Meadow.

You'll be seeing Him soon.

I pressed play and leaned against the telephone box wall, and thought only of My want
My lust
My need
For Him.

For all of them. 
And I felt my head slow down and the Yellow Submarine crossed in front of my eyes.
I grinned and blacked out.

I'm coming Paul.