Barrett: A Love Beyond Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - I'm Close Enough of You? 

September 12, 1969 – 02: 14 a.m. (London) - Narrator: Alice Parker Wood.

I passed with difficulty by all those people until I get to the exit that damn club. That was the moment I'd rather not be in another party and elsewhere, much livelier live. I felt relieved when I made ​​it to the street, I could finally feel the fresh air passing through my lungs without marijuana or cigarettes... "That does not seem so interesting anymore when it ends, huh?" I whispered to myself.

I looked from one side to the other; Calm empty and full and tumultuous club street. I could not mistake the sound of Roller Coaster anywhere else. Probably the stoners were traveling in their own little worlds now... It reminded me of someone...

I looked again and for huge plaque with the name Marquee Club and thought how many famous people I had ever known there. Jimi Hendrix was my favorite, he was so excited and kind, an eternal guitarist and gentleman.

"Alice." I heard the voice of Roger. I looked back at the same time, he was hunched down with his hands on his knees while trying to search for some air. "I..."

You follow me after fighting me to apologize? I approached him. "And now you need help to breathe?" I laughed softly. "I can get some cigarettes for you? Nicotine or cannabis?"

"No thanks." He replied. "I do not need cigarettes and even less of your sarcasm."

I pointed to the plate 90 Wardour Street. "That's never a good sign." I looked intently into his eyes. "I said this club was very crowded, but you would not listen."

"Our business would not listen too, you know this shit?" He said louder than I imagined. "Not everything is always the way you want, lady Wood. That's obvious or not?"

Are you kidding me, Mr. Waters? "Of course it's obvious, Mr. Waters." I crossed my arms under my breasts. "But there is one thing that is the way I want: my life. If you do not mind, I'll take care of it right now."

Before I could get away from him, Roger approached, grabbed my arm and pushed me account that damn moldy wall of the club. In practice, come face to face with him was more uncomfortable than in theory. I had seen him do it with his ex -girlfriend, Judy, and I had always seen the look of fear on her face, but now I bored why. "Rapist." I muttered as my legs were still shaking with fear.

He stared at me seriously for a few moments after what I said, but then began to laugh. You just might be fucking with my face? First I was confused to see his reaction, but a few seconds later I realized that he was finding myself pathetic.

"This is serious?" He tried to speak. Son of a bitch. "You would be a terrible poker player."

I could kill you right now... "I do not play poker." I replied. "And I will not be here watching you laugh at me."

"No." He took my hand. "You can go to your house and I can stay at a motel around, as long as you do not go see he. Please."

Why not? Are you jealous? I kept staring at him without saying a word more. "I do not want you to take any risks, both physically and emotionally. I just do not want to lose you to him because I know it can happen. Please hear me out at least once in your life."

"I do not need your advice." I pulled my hand. The life and heart are mine, asshole! "I'm going to see it and you will not stop me if you do I'll start crying."

I pulled away from him slowly. My eyes were still on him and I watched him. I tried to keep control of my legs, but they seemed more dazed and confused than me. I took another step without taking his eyes from him and falls hard sitting on the tarmac, I felt my hand and my thighs scratching the floor.