Brielle Anderson. A shy, African-American, 22 year old.
George Harrison. A famous guitarist known for his work in The Beatles.
He likes her and she likes him. Nothing strange. But will their relationship be able to last through the troubles that co...
We woke up the next morning, feeling a bit better and the tension was gone.
"Good morning, love." George kissed my forehead and I smiled. "Good morning, Geo." I kissed his cheek. We were distracted by Zuri babbling in the playpen she slept in that we packed.
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"Good morning, Zo." George said, I moved my head from off his chest to the pillow, and he got up and picked up Zuri. She began to Babel and gurgle as George put her in her high chair and fed her some breakfast.
Meanwhile, I went to the bathroom and washed, before going to our bags and taking out the clothes I planned on wearing to the concert.
"Shoot..." George mumbled and ran to the bathroom. "What's wrong?" I said from outside the bathroom door. "Nothing, love." I went back to take care of Zuri, and when he was finished, George ran out of the bathroom and began to quickly get dressed.
"What's the rush?" I asked as he threw on a shirt. "I-I just don't want to be late." He kisses my cheek, then Zo's forehead and ran out the door. "Oops." He came back in and grabbed his outfit for the concert then left.
"Your father is crazy." I said to Zo as I changed her diaper.
I watched the time closely, and when it was time to head to the venue, I got dressed then grabbed Zo's baby bag. "Let's go support your dad." I took her in her car seat and called a cab.
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The cab driver recognized me from the papers and couldn't stop talking about what he thought about George and how much of a fan he was. I did zone out, though, thinking about what he was doing.
We got to the arena, and the cab driver was nice enough to help me with Zuri. "Thank you!" I tipped him and entered the famous Madison Square Garden. I showed the guards my backstage pass, and they were sweet enough to help me in.
"Hey Brielle!" I heard a familiar voice say. "Ringo! What are you doing here?" We hugged and his attention turned to Brielle. "'Ello, Zuri!" He took her out of the car seat and held her, and I put the baby bag in it. "Let me bring you to George's dressing room." He led me to the room, but the door was locked. "Why is it locked?" He shrugged and grabbed a key from his pocket.
"Luckily, I have a key." He pushed the key into the keyhole. "Why do you-" He opened the door and Ringo and I were met with the wide eyes of George and Maureen, who were on the couch. George was on top of her, and they lacked their clothes. Ringo was just as shocked as I was. The four of us just stared at each other; not a word was spoken for a couple of seconds.
I couldn't say anything, but my tears did as they filled into my eyes. So my gut was right. He was cheating. But not with Josephine. With Maureen. "Brielle! I-" I looked away from him, and tried to catch my breath, and Ringo looked like he was falling apart the same way I was. We exited the room and looked at each other.
"Let's go back to my hotel room." I suggested, and Ringo agreed. He had his drivers take us and we headed back. "I can't b-believe me eyes..." Ringo said softly, his arm resting on Zuri's car seat, and Zuri reached and grabbed his hand, wrapping her small hand around Ringo's index finger and it made Ringo smile.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked him as we entered the room. "I'll just take some water, thanks." He sat down and sat back on the couch with Zuri on his lap. "I honestly don't know what to say about what we saw." I said as I sat down next to him on the couch and handed him some water. "I don't want to think about it..." He said, and I nodded in agreement. "Me either." I sipped on my tea and we turned on the tv.
The concert had started, and George walked onto the stage with a huge smile on his face. He looked a bit lost, as if he was looking around for something or someone, but then got on with it. But I quickly turned the TV off.
"I came from home to New York with me wife to support 'im, and this is what he does to me..." He groaned and sat back. "I don't care. I'm leaving." He handed Zuri to me, and I looked at him. "Where are you going?" I asked and he looked back at me. "I'm going home." "Do you think you can give me a ride?" He smiled and nodded. "Sure. Finish getting ready, and I'll be back later."
I packed Zuri's and my things, and waited for Ringo to come back. While we were waiting, the hotel phone rang. "Hello?" I said, and a voice I didn't want to hear answered. "Brielle, we need to talk. I have time right now. I'm so s-" I slammed the phone back down onto the receiver and sighed. "I don't want to hear it, George." I mumbled, and the phone rang again, but I ignored him.
Ringo soon came back and helped me bring my stuff to his limo. Whatever belonged to George was left in the hotel room, but everything was taken with me. "Thank you for everything, Ritch." I smiled at him and his eyes were red and just looked sad. "It's alright. I don't mind helping out an old friend." His driver drove the three of us to a private plane that was waiting for us, and we got on it and went back home.
I didn't want to go back to Friar Park, so I went to Ringo's house for a bit, until I was able to reach Ruth, Mimi and Jace. I haven't talked to Adam since the incident, but I did miss him and thought about calling him. But I'm going to wait until all of this passes. When they got to Ringo's house, I opened the door for them and looked at them. They all had remorse on their faces, and I couldn't help but just fall to my knees and bawl my eyes out with tears, and my sobs filled the house.
