Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~ Chapter Thirteen ~

"What are you doing here?" my voice was shaky, as the chilly weather was wrapping me in its cold breeze. James was standing now a few feet away from me and as he took each step closer I tried to shrink back into the wall, hoping that the wall would swallow me up and I would disappear from his sight.

No such luck.

My back was pressed against the cold brick wall and my body froze in it's place, from the sheer shock of seeing James here, at The Cavern club. Why was he even bothering to speak with me? Didn't he make it clear enough that he didn't want me by groping that blond bimbo at my apartment?

"Oh, you know, just thought that I should say 'Hi' to the woman that I spent past 4 years with. Ask her how she's doing and what she's been up to." he smiled mockingly, his voice sounding eerily sweet but I knew better than to trust him. I have known him for 4 years and I know when he's angry. Right now, he was very angry. His smile was overdone and it almost looked like it pained him to smile but I knew that in seconds that smile could turn into a cruel sneer and the soft voice of his could throw insults that will make me break down. It's all too familiar, considering that quite often he would suspect me of cheating and would lash out every ounce of anger within him. This made me scared for my safety, I knew that he was capable of laying his hand if his anger got out of hand.

"If that's why you came all the way here, then fine, I'll give you answer. I'm good, James. No actually, I'm better than good, I have never been this happy before. Now you got your answer, I want you to leave. Me. Alone." I stood my ground, my hands dropped by my sides and my head held high. I'm not gonna be intimated by him.

Not this time.

His eyes grew wide and the smile dropped from his face as an angry scowl sat on his lips. I knew that he didn't expect the answer that I had given him. He probably hoped to hear me beg for him to take me back, that I was miserable without him in my life. I knew it all too well, that's how I always escaped his angry blows of insults whenever we had a row, I pleaded for him to forgive me.

Well, not this time, James Preston. I won't give into you.

"Oh, so little Anna has finally gotten a backbone? I'm impressed." he clapped his hands, the sound echoing from the walls in a threatening manner, making my heart jump in its heart rate. I didn't know what to expect and it scared the hell out of me.

Suddenly, the thundery echoes of his clapping died down and he was looking at me with a disgusted look, his face scrunched up in a grimace as he let his eyes set on the entrance of The Cavern Club.

"You're with them, aren't you?" he hissed and took another step closer to me, making me shrink back even more, if that was even possible. "With your new 'friends'." he took another step closer. "The pretty rocker boys, the man whores." he sneered and approached me in a slow and agonizing pace. With his every step the courage, my 'backbone', decreased and, even though I didn't want to admit it, he was intimidating me.

"They're not man whores, they are my friends." my voice sounded pathetic, deserted from the strength that it held just moments before. Now it was just barely a squeak, just a whisper laced with fear.

"Oh, of course they're not. Who are we kidding? You are probably the whore. Didn't hesitate to move on, eh? I thought that you would be miserable after I left you, drowning yourself in misery and alcohol, back at the flat." he laughed, his voice laced with cruelty. He knew that he was hurting me with his words. "Guess I was wrong. Turned out, you jumped into the bed of the first man you met." He was in front of me now, an arm's length only separating us both. "Oh, wait. You jumped into four beds! Four bloody rockers! So, are they any good?" He laughed again, his face now a few inches from mine, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Was that why you didn't hesitate to accept the fact that I had found someone else? I knew that you were cheating on me! I knew it and this is the bloody proof of all my suspicions!" he raised his hand slightly, but, surprisingly held back.