Hold me tight

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I awoke finally, looking around for a sign of the time and for George. I'm not sure how much later it was since I initially fell asleep but I know I feel a hell of a lot better for having a nap. I stretched out my back as I sat up before finding the clock on the mantle telling me it had just gone one o'clock, I must have been asleep for a couple of hours....Mother will be home soon.

My attention was drawn to the right of me as I heard muffled voices coming from the kitchen and gently made my way there to see George stood talking to my mother. She looked heartbroken and terrified, a wave of horror and sadness washed over me as I was reminded that today's events weren't just a horrible nightmare.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't with her when this happened, I feel beyond guilty." I heard George sigh as my mother paced around the kitchen....she did this when she was nervous.
"Oh no sweetheart don't go blaming yourself  now, I know as much as anyone you can't be by her side all the time. I'm just so thankful she's safe, I worry so much about her." My mother sighed sitting herself down at the table in the kitchen, lighting up a cigarette, holding her head that was creased with pain.

She looked up to George offering him a cigarette, which he of course took without hesitation.
"So do I Mrs Evans, I'm so sorry-"
"Stop apologising George, she's safe thanks to you and her friends and that's all that matters." My mother blew her smoke quickly in order to respond to George.
"I really do care for your daughter Mrs Evans, I promise you I won't ever let anything bad happen to her." He says quietly, evidentially still beating himself up about what happened earlier.
"She trusts you George.......and so do I." My mothers words made my heart soar with happiness, it was at this point I made myself known to the two of them.

My mother gasped and rapidly tapped her cigarette out before she rushed over to me wrapping me in the tightest hug she ever had.
"Oh my darling daughter, I'm so glad you're safe." She whispered into my hair making me cry again.

"Thank you Ma." I whispered as I opened my eyes and turned my attention to George who was smiling faintly at me, before he turned away quickly, drawing his attention to his cigarette, his smile turning instantly to a frown, my heart sank knowing he was still beating himself up about what had happened but I didn't know what it would take to make him feel better.

"George-" I begin, pulling away from my mothers embrace and walking towards him, I placed my hand on his arm. He didn't look at me urging me to place my other hand on his cheek and pull his attention to me.
His eyes were glazed and dark and his joyful smile that was usually plastered on his face had been replaced by an unfading frown.

"I don't blame you." I smile wholeheartedly at him and he places his hand on top of mine that was resting on his face. Taking the last drag of his cigarette he pushed it into the ashtray and pull me into a warm hug, kissing the top of my head in the process.

He nodded slightly as my mother left the room to give us some privacy. He kissed me sweetly before sighing.
"I know you don't blame me darling, I just .....feel like I've let you down." He admits not wanting to make eye contact with me again.
"You haven't let me down George, you helped me....all of you did." I smile up at him. He hesitantly nodded as I leaned up to kiss him again.

"Oh George I meant to ask will you be staying for tea?" My mother entered the room again pulling us apart from the kiss we were sharing.

"Oh uh n...not tonight Mrs Evans, actually I should be getting off." George replied motioning to his watch, clearing his throat in the process.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that George." My mother replied, throwing her apron around her waist.

"Yeah just a lot of stuff to do and uh Rory and that are playing the cavern tonight so I really should go meet the guys." He replied picking up his jacket that was strewn across the dining chair.
"Oh of course Mandy did say." My mother reminded herself, getting some vegetables out the fridge for tea.

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