Keep it Classy

Chapter 14

* Chapter 14: Help! *

I woke up, on the couch. My head throbbing in pain, I tightened my eyes shut and sat up slowly.

When my eyes finally opened I saw all the bottles, broken or empty. I sighed and remembered everything I didn't want to remember.

I remembered the man that I was possibly at one point in love with, James Paul McCartney.

But then I remembered all the things that made me realize it was just my fantasy. That he didn't love me. He loved Jane. Maybe that's why he even dated me, I looked like her, red headed, pale skin, and light eyes. Maybe he just needed someone who looked like her.

I don't know. All I could think of was how my head hurt, not just from the intense hang over that I was having but the vivid memories of what happened in that room. I wish I never walked in.

It is said that 'Ignorance is Bliss.' and if that is true, sign me up for that. I wish I didn't go check on him. He probably wouldn't have told me anyways. And I would be fine. It would be a lot better to not know than to know, right?

The door knocked, it was quiet and faint as if they stayed there the whole night. "Elizabeth.. Let me in." The voice pleaded. Paul.

I walked over unlocked the door, not caring for the mess or how I looked. I turned to see a broken mirror and shook my head. My hair was in knots, and my mascara ran. I opened the door slightly, but didn't show my face, "What?" He gasped at the door open. "Elizabeth, I didn't do what you saw-" I interrupted him, "Oh so you didn't just fuck Jane Asher? So I'm blind now?" He shook his head pleadingly, "No! It was all Jane's fault, she laced my drink with something, I would never hurt you like that. Please believe me." I sighed, "Elizabeth, please let me in, I need to see you.." His voice broke. I opened the door and let him inside. He took one step in and saw the mess, "D-did you do all this?" I walked passed him and nodded then spoke softly, "I drank and cried.. I- I don't remember much of last night except for what you did.." I hid my face in a pillow and Paul sat next to me.

I fought every urge to not kiss him and cry or hug him or even myself think about it. I wanted to, I believed him. After all, Jane did have all the connections to get drugs. But I didn't want to give in that easily.

"I'm.. I'm sorry." Paul mumbled as he covered his doe eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. I bit my lip and stopped myself from crying. "If you want me to leave, tell me. If you want me to forget you,tell me. I don't care anymore. I can't imagine anyone who would do that." He whispered. I shook my head,

"I don't want you to leave.."