Sweetest Little Show - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 6 - Rewind

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As I walked through the door, I saw Paul sitting in a chair nibbling on his nails in worry. He was rocking back and forth, and tapping his feet on the ground. When he heard the door open, he looked at me and stood up, walking over. The worry on his face was brought down to slight relief, but he still looked extremely anxious.

"You had me scared to death Jackie? Why'd you run out like that? I didn't know where you were, and it was so late at night! You could've at least told someone, I thought we lost you!" Paul started questioning.

"I was out, that's all," I said, taking off my coat and shutting the door.

  As I hung my coat on the coat hanger, I could hear Paul's loud breathing and could tell he had more to say. "You had me so worried dammit! Why would you be out so late? I can't believe I got someone as stupid as you! You realise what could happen late at night when your all alone, right? A man could come and rape you!" Paul shouted.

My breath hitched, but it wasn't because of Paul's shouting. He really didn't know what it was like. "Don't you dare tell me what to do! You're always out every night, and god knows what you do to come home so late! Why is it that when I'm away late one time that it makes me bad? You don't know me, you don't know what hell I've been through either! Go away, go find some other bird who wants you, and some other bird you actually want!" I yelled, before running off to the stairs.

I slammed the door just before Paul could come in. As he banged on the door, knocking loudly, I made sure to lock it. Tears came rolling down as I slid down the door, sitting against it and crying. I could hear him begging for me to come back out, telling me he was sorry.

"Jackie, I'm not leaving this spot until you open this door," Paul begged. "Please, open up."

"Don't you get it, Paul? We could never learn to love each other. We could never be an item, and you will never know me as well as you think you do. Leave me be!" I said, my voice threatening to reveal how much I was sobbing.

It would be ages until I would move at all. I looked over to the clock on my bedside table, and it had already been half an hour. My eyes felt like they had ran out of tears to cry, especially after how many tears I've shed in this lifetime. Though my tears went away, my breathing didn't calm. I was still having trouble trying to control it, and my chest kept shifting up and down unevenly as I tried to calm down.

I had been sat there for so long, yet I still only thought of the same thing. Normally in this time my mind would be thinking of all kinds of different things, but right now I could only remember a few. No matter how much I wanted to sleep and forget this night, it was still there. I didn't have the energy to stand up and leave this spot, not unless something forced me to.

Soon, I heard the sound of a door being played around with from above me. I looked at the knob, and it had been unlocked, but the door didn't open yet. Then the jangling sound of keys could be heard ever so slightly from the other side of the door. That was when I heard his voice again, but it was softer and more gentle than I've ever heard before.

"Jackie?" was all he called.

"What do you want from me, Paul?" I asked, gulping deeply.

"I want to talk, can I come in?" he asked. "Please, I just wanna fix this. All of this."

"Can't fix everything with your stupid charm. You just break more instead," I said. "That's all you've done. You don't know how to respect me and you never listened."