little child || j.p.m.

22 // breanne

January 2nd, 1963
Liverpool, England
7:12 am
Erika's POV
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I finished packing all my clothes in suitcases and bags. I took whatever was mine from the bedroom and packed it up. The only thing I left was the crib since I couldn't take it apart to put in the taxi.

I heard two honks outside. Moving the drapes, I looked outside the window to see my taxi. I quickly grabbed my suitcase, bag, & Delilah.

Opening the door for the last time, I took my house key off the ring and placed it on an end table by the front door. With a loud sigh, I closed the door and headed to the taxi.

I opened the trunk and put my belongings in the back. Then I hopped into the back seat with Delilah. I sat her on my lap while she played with a toy.

"Mornin'." The taxi driver greeted me.

He was a middle-aged man with dark hair and fair skin. He wore grey slacks, a black overcoat, and a floppy black hat.

"Good morning sir." I greeted him back.

"Where to ma'am?" He asked.

"Liverpool Lime Street train station, please."

"No problem."

The taxi driver began driving to the station. We had a interesting conversation about different magazines we liked. I told him that I'm a model for Vogue. To my surprise, he hit me with an "I knew you looked familiar!".

We finally arrived at the train station after a 10 minute drive. He parked the car on the curb and got out of the car. I stepped out of the car with Delilah while the taxi driver took my bags out for me and set them on the sidewalk.

"Here you go, sir." I said as I handed him his money.

"Thank you so much. Have fun wherever you're going." He ripped his hat.

I grabbed my suitcases and waved to him as he drove off.

I quickly headed into the station to purchase my ticket. Delilah didn't need one since she is still an infant.

After purchasing my ticket, I stood beside the tracks in the station and waited for the train to arrive. The train came into the station and came to a halt. It's doors opened and I stepped in, immediately taking a seat and setting my bags close to me.

The train ride would be about 4 hours long since London and Liverpool were on complete opposite sides of the country.

I was not excited for that at all.

Everyone was loaded onto the train and it began to move.

The next chapter of my life is about to begin now.
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January 2nd, 1963
Liverpool, England
7:14 am
Paul's POV
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I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes as I yawned and stretched. I reached over on the bed to feel nothing. It still hasn't hit me yet.

Damm, I really messed up. The worst part about the whole thing is that I can't even explain myself. Erika won't let me speak. And the truth- I don't know if it's better or worse than what she thinks happened.