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...
"And then I came here." I sniffled and finished telling Jace, Mimi and Ruth everything that happened.
"I'm going to give him a piece of my mind." Jace said, but I shook my head.
"It's alright. You don't have to."
"No. I do. He's gone too far now. I tried my best to like him for you, but this is too much. He's done this to you 3 times, this time being the worse because a kid came out of it. I can't sit back and watch while he treats you like that." Jace argued.
He was right. Plus, even if I didn't think so, Jace would do it anyway.
"Jace is right. He can't keep doing this to you and expect you to stay with him after all that." Mimi interrupted.
"But we promised each other. No matter what, we wouldn't leave each other."
"You don't have to leave him. Meaning you could divorce him, but still be there for him." Ruth interjected as well.
"I'm not divorcing him." I petted Cleo as she rested in my lap.
"Are you sure?
"Yes. Unless he pushes me too far. But for now, I'm not even thinking about divorce. We have 4 wonderful kids together, too."
"Yeah, you're right. I completely forgot about the kids." Jace said, rubbing his chin.
"Well enough of this. You came to relax so that's exactly what we will do." She got up and headed into the kitchen. I watched as she did so, and the memories started coming back.
We were at Jace's house, which used to be George's house before we moved in together at Friar Park. And I remembered the times we made love on the countertops and dining table. I should've told him to change those.
But it also made me remember how in love I was and still am in love with him. He's George. He's a human being. And human beings make mistakes. I'm not so perfect. I slept with Brian. Twice. Even though I took enough precautions to avoid getting pregnant by Brian, it could've always went the other way and I would've been having Brian's child.
Of course I was hurt and angry, but that didn't prevent me from loving him still. I still wanted George. And if that makes me crazy, then I'm crazy. But it was going to take me a long time to get over this, that's for sure. If George wants our relationship to work, he has a lot of work ahead for him.
But for now, I would enjoy the company of my friends.
Ruth came back with 4 bowls of ice cream and we sat back and ate as we watched a movie on tv.
The movie ended, but we were all awake, so we decided to watch the next movie.
A familiar guitar chord sounded from the television set.
"It's been A Hard Day's Night..."
My eyes widened and Jace turned off the TV set.
"No it's okay. If you all want to see the movie, then we'll watch it. Plus, I adore the soundtrack from this movie." I ate the last bit of ice cream in my cup as Jace turned the set back on.
We watched the first couple of minutes in the movie before I saw Pattie's face. And every time George and Pattie where in the same scene, I felt disgusted.
"Yeah I can't watch this. Sorry." I got up and headed to the kitchen to wash my cup.
"Just Know That we are here for you." They reassured me, and I bit my lip. "I should start heading back." I looked at my watch. "I'm going to go to the party and say hi." They all understood, so I went to the bathroom to change.
When I finished, I took Cleo to the car.
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"You look great. Make George regret getting another woman pregnant." Jace said, pushing a loose hair strand behind my ear. I winced a little and he gasped. "Sorry."
"Yeah. Wounds are still fresh."
"Thanks. I'll call soon!" We hopped into the car, Cleo and I, and I took Cleo home and brought her to bed, before going to Pattie and Adam's. The party seemed to have died down a little, but it was still going.
"Hey Bri! You look amazing! Thanks for coming." Pattie greeted me when I got there and I hugged her.
She led me inside, and to my surprise, Paul and Ringo were there. I said hello to them, and George tapped my shoulder, and I turned to face him. I kissed Noelle's head and George leaned in for a kiss, but I pushed him away. He looked at Ringo and Paul, who looked a bit uncomfortable as they witnessed this, and they left us alone.
His eyes traveled up and down my body, and he did NOT look happy. "What are ye wearing?"
"I'm wearing clothes."
"Why this outfit? Are ye trying to prove something?"
"No. I have nothing to prove. I just thought I might catch the attention of someone who probably wouldn't treat me like a mistress." I looked around a bit, and my eyes caught Paul staring at me, and I waved to him.
George seemed to get angrier when I waved to Paul.
"Don't do this, Brielle. Especially with Paul. Ye know he has sticky fingas." He stood in front of me, blocking my view of Paul.
"I can look at whoever I want. Looking at someone isn't nearly as horrible and damaging as getting someone else pregnant. Speaking of that, where is your kid?"
"He's napping in Jordan's room." He sighed. "And ye can call him Dhani, not 'my kid'."
"But he is your kid."
"Can we please not fight here?" George mumbled softly, rubbing his stubble on his chin.
"Fine. I'll see you later. But I was also thinking about stopping at Brian's later. So we'll see."
"Don't ye dare say his name."
"I'm going to see Brian afterwards, and you can't stop me." I said, ending the conversation as I walked away to see the birthday girl.
I wanted to pour my drink on him, but I decided to remain calm.
Deep down inside, I knew I wasn't going to see Brian. At least not today. But I just wanted to see him get mad over me seeing someone, when he literally had another kid with someone that wasn't me.
