She Said She Loves You (Beatles AU fanfic)

Chapter 19

Paul's pov

I heard George come into the room. "What 'appended," I asked, concerned. George sighed. "R-Ringo did some drugs." I looked down. "He's fine, right," I asked desperately. "He's knocked out," George answered. I nodded. "Does John know?" George shook his head. I nodded. George sighed.

He sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. I saw his shoulders shaking. I crawled out of my bed and sat by George. "Hey, Geo," I whispered, pulling him into a hug and stroking his back. "Summer said it was all her fault," George sobbed. I frowned to just myself and held George closer. Why she thought this I don't know...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two months later

Summer's pov

It's been two months since I've been transported through time. I've really been settled here now. I like it so much better than 2014. Ever since the cocaine accident, really nothing like that has happened. It's been really gear, actually.

I'm in a real pickle actually. I've been cutting more than usual and I've started cutting my back so the lads wouldn't notice. I'm just scared that I'm going to be moved from the oasis. I mean, I don't want John to get mad at me again. The thing is though, he's been very mild lately. And that's what scares me. I'm afraid he'll lash out on me again.

But, the most amazing thing happened to me. Ringo and I were sitting on the couch. He had said something utterly hilarious about Paul being sassy and I giggled at the comment. John agreed and Paul started chasing him. They both ran out the door. George followed them out. I smiled as Richard started playing with my fingers. "I'm going to take a shower, love," I said, getting up.

Richard smiled. "Can I join," He asked. I froze. I remembered my wasting body and my scars on my back. "Y-you don't want to Richard." Richard got up and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not going to judge ye', love," He said quietly. "Please," He asked, his blue eyes pleading with mine. I nodded soberly. Richard gave me a small hug. He went to start the shower water. I sat on the couch, shaking. This is not what I wanted to happen. He's going to see my body and be disgusted. I'm so ugly.

Finally I got up and went to my bathroom. Ringo is still in his room getting undressed. He was perfect. Those beautiful blue eyes and that perfect, soft, brown hair. Sure, he was smaller than most men, but he was tall to me. No, he was perfect. What would he want with a girl with me?

I sliped into my room and walked into the bathroom. I sliped off my shirt and skirt, leaving myself in my bra and underwear. I look at myself. I was awful. My ribs were showing, my shape almost nonexistent. I had cuts on almost every part of my small, fragile body. My skin was pale and I was malnourished. My red hair had grown out and I had cut all the blue off to by shoulders. It was a sign of my old life. I threw away my black contacts.

I sat on the toilet seat and hugged my sickly body. I let a few tears side down my sunken, hollow cheeks. Finally I got up, slipped out of my remaining clothing, and got into the shower, getting my natural red hair wet. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I held my breath as I heard Richard getting into the shower...

Author's Note:

Okay guys, I'm gonna post one more chapter for yall and I'm gonna stop. I can't post tomorrow and Monday because I'm spending the night at my best friends house, (Causing trouble) and might not be able to post the following week that much, as I am going to the Grand Canyon, but I will try.