Chapter 7;

I looked down at my pale skin, it was the morning after and there were scabs starting to form where I had pulled at my skin. I just wanted to rip out the big blue vein and stop everything from hurting. I checked the clock, it was barley five in the morning, I jumped in the shower hoping it would wash away the dirty feeling, but to no use.

I wiped the steam from the mirror as I dried myself off and started to laugh. No wonder John cheated on me, I'm disgusting no use trying to hide that. I couldn't sleep any more, John haunted my dreams so I went to the gym complete with a pool. I stayed on the treadmill running and running till the only thing that was on my mind was how to breathe correctly, because I'm pretty sure I left it somewhere along the way.

I jumped into the pool after remembering the importance of air and swam. It did help relieve my burning muscles and it gave me time to think without the outside forces. John's been a pig since I've met him, it's in his nature. No matter how hard I try, no matter what I can do: I'll never be able to help him and that's unfortunate for him, not me.

I climbed the stairs to my room instead of taking the lift. I wanted to call my dad, I really wanted to see Charlie, but I'd have to wait until a reasonable hour, it's only about seven here. I ran to the room, careful for any opening room doors. "Ellie?" I heard Amelia say, coming out of the kitchen.

"Did I...?" I began to say once I say here, there was a huge bruise on her cheek.

"Oh God no! I wouldn't mess with John, the girl looked much worst than just this tiny bruise. I fell drunkenly on the stairs." She told me laughing.

"Oh, I. Yeah." I didn't know what to say, I was confused but glad it wasn't her.

"Don't worry about it. I'm okay. But, how're you feelin'? Do you want me to bandage up your hands?" Amelia asked, taking my hands into her own and inspecting them.

"No, I'm okay really. I just- could you help me with something?"

"Anything."

"Would you gather Paul and George when you see them?" I asked, pulling my suitcase out of the closet.

"Sure, but can I ask... What're you doing?"

"I'm going back to Liverpool. Then London." I told her, I was happy actually. I couldn't stand it here any longer, and anyways, London's a big place. What's the chance I'd actually run into them?

"Of course. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I'll miss you. But I'll visit." I said giving her a big hug. "Now, I've got to go get my stuff from the flat and call the airport."

"I'll call the airport for you." Amelia said with tears in her eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I guess more than one bag, yeah?"

"Yes." I said hugging her again "Thank you, for everything. I'll be back soon." I said, pulling myself away and to the door. I quickly got into the lift and out of the lobby, hailing myself a cab and going to my flat. I packed up all my money, my art supplies, my clothes, my records and packed up everything from the past that I brought with me. I'd need to burn it when I got home. I left a note on the door, telling my situation and said goodbye to the place that has most recently been called home.

"Ellie. The soonest flight is in an hour." Amelia told me once I had gotten back to the hotel. Paul and George were sitting on the couch with worried looks on their faces.

"Hi Georgie," I said giving him a hug. "Hi Paulie." I said giving him his hug.

"Are you leaving because of us? Because of John?" Paul asked his eyes seemed even more turned down then usual.

"No. No I don't want you guys thinking that. I'm leaving for myself, I've been thinking about leaving for the longest time, this just sent me on my way." I told them and it was true, my art would be more recognized, plus people here suck. Last night is a full proof example.

"So what do we tell John? He looks horrible."

"I guess sometimes your outsides do reflect your insides then?" I said laughing, but Paul wasn't taking it. "Tell him, he had his chance and he took it for granted. And that's his own fault. I still love you guys. So much. You can always come visit me alri'?" I said, pushing tears out of my eyes.

"When you get to Liverpool, get my flat number from Jim. We won't be but a few days." Paul said to me.

"Alright. I've better get going then." I said hugging them again.

"Wait!" George said finally speaking up. "Mel's downstairs. I want to go with you, if it's okay?"

"Okay, come on you bloke." I said getting up. "Amelia," I said turning to her and grabbing her into my arms "I love you. You've been a great friend and I'll never forget it. Please mail the rest of my stuff. I'll miss you so much, you've always kept me going. I'll keep in contact." I said pulling away and wiping tears from my eyes.

"Go on. Before you're late." Amelia whispered pushing me towards my stuff that George was gathering.

The car ride seemed short as I talked with Georgie. George told me about things that have happend in Liverpool since I've been gone. He told me about the famous people he's met and asked me about how my life has been in America without them.

"Oh dreadful of course. I've missed you." I said tapping his nose.

"You've summed up how it's been for me without you." George said poking my side making me giggle.

"Oh hush, I bet there's a million girls all over you every night." I told him, stabbing myself with the truth. The same way it is with John.

"And none of them are you." George said in a whisper as he leaned forward to me. I could feel my heart beat in my ears, but it wasn't because I was scared it's because I wanted to kiss him. I leaned in a pushed my fingers through his hair as his arms snaked around my waist. I felt as if I would melt into his once his teeth bit at my lips, which I opened for him. The car quickly stopped making us both jump and part gasping for air. Gasping and Grasping each other.

"We're here." Mel announced rolling the window in between back up for our goodbyes.

"I guess this is goodbye." I whispered, so I could keep the memory in my mind a second longer.

"It doesn't have to be." George said huskily and I quickly nodded my head. "Then call me. As soon as you get to Liverpool, you know the extension, yeah?"

"Yes." 

"Then call me, okay love?" George asked planting another kiss on my lips.

"Okay."

"I'll visit you as soon as I get back." George said kissing me again, a last moment for both of us. "Travel safe."

"I'll see you." I said closing the door behind me. Two bags, a carry on, passport and airline ticket in hand. I got through and sat in an empty aisle, the whole place seemed deserted, expect for me and my raging thoughts. George kissed me. George like me. I kissed another guy and didn't feel guilty, it was strange to feel happy and for that to feel so right.