The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

I'll Be Back (Chapter 29)

I quickly stand up, turning away from the two of them. I close my eyes quickly and bite my inner cheek. Why do i suddenly feel sick?

"Carol?"

I turn around slightly, and notice George's eyes on me. His lips curl upwards, inviting me to join him and the woman he kissed. I smile slightly and shake my head.

"Nice to see you George." I swallow slightly as I look at the woman. She has gorgeous green eyes and I look down slowly. She's beautiful. "I see you two are busy."

"Apparently we are." George says, looking at the woman who bashfully looks away from him. I wonder what happened between them, but just the thought of it causes my stomach to turn. What the hell is going on with me anyways?

"I'll see you tomorrow then." I say, smiling and walking away from the two of them as the woman laughs quickly. I take the stairs up to my room, my steps echoing with every step. Despite being around so many great people and going on exciting adventures, I suddenly feel very lonely. I miss my home and my mother.

"My mom would know what to do." I whisper to myself as I walk a little more up the stairs. I stop quickly although my mind tells me to go forward. Without warning, I feel my eyes sting with tears and my chest begins to hurt. Why do I feel so alone suddenly? I hope it's not because of George and the woman he was with. Am I not satisfied with the kindness he has been giving me? Only an idiot would wish for anymore.

"I have to clean my face off in the bathroom." I say to nobody but myself. My make up has smudged slightly and I don't want to risk seeing anyone I know upstairs, so I decide to go to the public washroom in the lobby.

I silently make my way back downstairs, hoping that I don't see George or the lady when I walk by the small hallway leading to the lobby. I notice that they have gone, and I snicker to myself. I bet George took her out for a drink. I hope they have a great time. I quickly slip into the washroom in the lobby, and sigh with relief as I notice no one there.

I look into the mirror and wash the make up off my face slowly. I look at my reflection; my long hair, eyes now red from crying and relatively small figure. Am I a girl who wants to be married? What good am I doing for Paul or George if I'm crying over silly things? I really just want to talk to my mother - a cup of tea in hand as we would watch the television every weeknight for something interesting. It always made my day a little better no matter what happened during it. For some reason, it feels like so long ago since that has happened. I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her.

"Carol?"

I hear a small voice speak as I pause my thoughts to turn around quickly.I see Cythina there, tears streaing down her face. I notice them and clear my throat. She must have come in here quite silently.

"Cyn, what happened?" I look at her red face and raise my eyebrows. Is she alright?

My question is left in the air for a while as she hides her face. I reach for her, but pull my hand away after a while. I don't want to scare her off or anything like that.

"John...he said hurtful things and...oh Carol, I don't cry in front of others really, but..." She starts to sob into her hands as I look at her. I soften my eyes a bit and rub her shoulder. I wonder what John did to make her cry so harshly.

"Where is Julian?" I ask, trying to change the subject a bit. I can tell she feels awkward and I continue to rub her back. She looks up at me and smiles.

"He went to sleep."

I decide it has to be better to go outside than be in this stuffy washroom.