The End (Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

{GUYS GUYS I KNOW I TOOK WAY TOO LONG IM SUPER SORRY
this story is getting so long and winding (haha see what I did there) but I want to continue it anyway, mostly for the pleasure of writing, and I will do it when I can.
Enjoy!}

PRUDENCE

I opened the door, and dropped my keys down onto a table. Without turning the lights on, I slipped off my jacket and shoes and shuffled to my bed.

I turned around, my back to the bed, and stared at the wall. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I started to make out the polka-dot wallpaper. I stared, unfocused, at one dot and all the dots at once.

I had chased after John for blocks, trying to catch up with him. He and the small woman, who must've been that Yoko Ono I read about in the papers, walked for a long time, winding right and left, seemingly going in no particular direction. My feet screamed in pain as I followed him, and I quickly lost my breath. After what seemed like hours, but what must have been only five minutes, John turned a corner, and I lost him. I searched for him, but didn't see him again.

I closed my eyes, the polka dots making me dizzy. Leaning backwards, I let myself fall onto the bed. The dizziness grew as I fell, and shook as I bounced slightly, then subsided as my body sunk into the mattress.

What if I never get the chance to see him again? What if he was leaving tomorrow? Or what if I leave before we meet? I wasn't staying here forever. It was only a matter of time before Mr. Allemande would tell me we were going off to a new country, or back to Paris. John and I could go the whole time side by side, never speaking.

But what if we do meet? What would we say to each other?

We were together ages ago. John hadn't even been famous yet. We weren't adults yet.

So much has changed.

The last time we spoke, it didn't end well...

My head began to pound, and my heartbeats accelerated.

What if we do run into each other? What if I see him, and he sees me? What do I do?

Should I confront him? Shout at him? Fight again? Make him apologize?

Should I apologize?

Should I try and make up?

Should I pretend I didn't see him?

But what if he goes after me?

Should I avoid him?

Millions of "should I"'s and "what if"'s hit the sides of my head, each new question poking and prodding, intensifying my headache. I squeezed my eyes, trying to empty my mind, but it didn't work.

What if Yoko is with him?

What if he mentions her?

What if he mentions Cynthia?

Or Julian?

What if he tells me things I don't want to hear?

Or what if he tells me things I do?

But what do I want to hear?

I rolled over in my bed, pressing my face against the pillow, and let out a scream. With it, all the questions flew out of my head, and hit the polka-dotted walls, making them quake. The whole flat shook as I continued to scream.

As the scream dulled to a whimper, the throbbing in my head ceased, and I was flooded with exhaustion. I eventually fell asleep, dull and numb.

GEORGE

"He was here?"

My voice was steady and quiet, the complete opposite of how I felt.

"George-"

"Answer the bloody question."

Pattie did not avoid my gaze. She stared right at me, her face the slightest bit tense. Eventually I had to turn away.

"Just hear me out before you do something irrational," she said, soft but steady.

Pattie must have gotten used to the routine by now. We've been through scenes like this multiple times, and she's learned the hard way what to say and what not to say.

I didn't care how many times we did it. Every time I hear anything of her and Eric, my blood boils.

I turned around and sat on the sofa, staring out the window. Pattie walked behind me, and placed both hands on my shoulders.

"Eric did come by-"

My body tensed, my chest tightened, my fists clenched.

"- but I didn't let him in."

Everything instantly relaxed.

"I made him leave, George. We didn't speak. We didn't do anything else."

I let out a shaky breath, and dropped my head into both of my hands, my elbows on my legs. Pattie let go of my shoulders, and I heard her footsteps leaving the room.

"You must be so tired of this," I sighed.

Pattie's footsteps stopped. I didn't hear an answer.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Her footsteps started again, and she left me alone in the room.

{I hope this is enough for now.
But next week is winter break, so I can't write more often!!
PEACE AND LOVE L***}