Forgiving Friar Park

5. Don't Bother Me

'You heard me. What the hell is going on?' I ask through bared teeth.

They remain still, unblinking, staring at me in utter shock. A female with blonde hair and bright blue eyes looks in terror, like a deer caught in headlights. My husband is lying over her, arms either side of her head. Neither have clothes on, might I add.

I take a large step towards the bed in which they clearly had been occupying for the last few minutes. This causes George to shoot up by the side of the bed, holding a pillow over his lower region. The unidentified female hugs the sheets over her and cowers in fear.

'(Y/N)! Look! Let me explain!'

'I'm waiting.' I inform him, with my mouth open in shock and arms clenched into fists at my sides.

George goes to speak, opening his mouth, before sighing and closing it again. He can't explain.

'Mm. Thought so.'

I look down at who was the subject of my husband's lustful affection in OUR bed. The striking blue eyes reveal to me almost immediately who it is- Pattie.

'Well, well, well. Why am I not surprised?' I question sarcastically as I take a few more casual steps towards her. She edges closer to the other side of the bed before scrambling to get up.

'You're home early.' George states, voice cracking silently.

'Oh, I'm surprised to managed to check the time, seeing as you were pretty preoccupied, hmm?'

'(Y/N), I'm so sorry.' Pattie offers a pitiful apology.

'I don't want to hear it.' I silence her with a finger pointing at her. She swiftly looks down in shame at being caught with a married man. And a father at that.

I breathe heavily, trying to take the scene in.

'You want to know why I'm home so early? Maybe it's because your daughter almost got taken by a lunatic fan and it's your fault because you wanted me out, so you could sleep with this harlot!' I scream, making George panic.

'What? Where's Lou? Is she alright?'

'Yes she's alright! No thanks to you! Ringo was the one who saved us! Maybe I should have gone for him, seeing as he can actually provide security, but then again, I don't go for men who are already married!' I look at Pattie when I say the last part, trying to remind her that George is married, although, maybe not for much longer.

The room goes silent, as I accuse George of putting me at risk (emphasised by the stabbing) and his daughter (as proven by the near kidnapping.)

I scoff and turn around, holding my hands to my head in anger and frustration.

'You're lucky, you know. What if it had been Zak or Jason who found you? How would you explain that, huh? Yes they're downstairs.'

George and Pattie look at each other with shame.

As everyone and everything falls silent, tears threaten to overpower my anger with sadness.

'Pattie, get out, please.' I demand quietly.

Without hesitating, she grabs her clothes and runs out without looking back.

A few shaky breaths emit from my mouth, and I sit down on the edge of the bed, my back to my adulterous husband. I place my head in my hands and clench my fists.

Not knowing what else to do, George comes and sits by me, awkwardly, not making any contact.

With tears in my eyes, I shake my head and interrogate him further.

'Why, George, why?' I wail, waving my hands frantically.

'I don't know, she wanted to see me, and something just clicked.'

'I forgave you after Maureen. Why, George?' I become a hysterical mess, constantly asking why.

After a few minutes of just my sobbing and sniffling, I've calmed somewhat, or rather, run out of tears.

'How long?'

'What?'

'How long have you been seeing her?' I inquire, dangerously calm.

'Not for long. I haven't seen her in a while. It started with the whole thing with John, you were at Megan's. She was here with Eric and I was angry and confused. She was there, I didn't know what I was doing.' He confessed with a sigh.

Without realising it, a single tear had rolled down my cheek as I learned this hadn't been the first time. This made his betrayal all the more devastating.

'Then I didn't see her until a few weeks ago, and I was at Eric's. We tried to avoid eye contact, but when I glanced at her ocean eyes, I almost drowned in them. Things were tense between us two all afternoon, and Eric could sense it. We slipped away quietly in order to try and talk it through, but the anger and the awkwardness morphed into something I wish I could forget.'

I listened silently, not feeling any emotion.

'We always said no strings attached, but she kept wanting more and more. It wasn't meant to mean anything, but she obviously didn't get the memo. She was warned never to ring here, but she got desperate. Maybe it's a good thing you picked up when you did, otherwise who knows how long I would have carried on being this bastard.'

'Is it me?' I ask, blankly, seeming to ignore everything he had just confessed.

'No. You're perf-'

'Well clearly bloody not!'

'I don't know what to say, except I'm sorry, (Y/N).'

'Don't bother. You can have her, I'm leaving and I'm taking Louisa with me.'