The long and depressing drive was not helping me at all.

George granted my wish kindly, keeping quiet as we drove through the storm.

I shuffled in the seat turning to George.

He kept his eyes on the road and somehow kept this calm and peaceful presence about him.

"Do you think he'll be okay?"

I asked looking at George full of hope.

He simply nodded.

I forced a smile, then took notice to my bruised thighs.

I winced, realizing it was worse than I thought.

I looked over at George hopeful he didn't see them through my shorts I was wearing.

They were a bit short and you could only see the bruises partly.

And if he had seen them, I wondered why he didn't question me.

Or show any signs of concern for me.

I rubbed my hands lightly massaging my legs.

Suddenly I gasped, rubbing a little harder than I should have.

George shot his head up, looking down at my thighs.
His expression turned stern and his eye twitched as he moved his head back watching the road.

His hands griped the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white.

I sighed and immediately stopped rubbing my thighs.

I didn't want to ever see George have that expression again.

As George pulled up to his house I sighed releived for the first time tonight.

He stopped the car and glanced over at me, I saw his eyes take a quick look at my thighs before jumping out of the car.

He came around helping me out.

I stood up, suddenly my legs collapsing beneath my weight.

I closed my eyes preparing for my body to hit the hard concrete, but instead I felt George's strong arms.

I opened my eyes slowly meeting George's gaze.

His eyes lit up and he smiled lightly as he set me back on my feet.

"You got it?"

He asked, still holding lightly onto my waist.

"Y-yeah I think I got it."

I began to attempt to walk but again I felt the feeling of my legs giving out.

I gasped screaming George's name.

He rushed to my side, again catching me just before I hit the ground.

I looked up at him and chuckled, my cheeks heating up from utter embarrassment.

"I guess I didn't have it."

He laughed breathlessly, as if he was still trying to process what happened.

George helped me inside, sitting me on the couch.

"Thank you."

I whispered as I sat down slowly.

George sat down and ran a hand through his hair.

"So.... Um."

George stuttered trying to start a conversation.

I sighed deciding to just go ahead and start for him, because either way this went it was going to be awkward at first.

Especially considering whatever happened this morning.

"You're gonna ask me what happened?"

I sighed out.

George shuffled uncomfortably, and nodded.

I sighed shakily and rubbed my hands together.
"Well we met where he asked me to meet him, then he took me to his hotel room and.... "

I looked up at him and my chin began to quiver uncontrollably.

George grabbed my hand and scooted closer.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Ellie."

He whispered.

I shook my head.

"No, I promised I would tell you if he hurt me in any way. And I keep my promises."

George pressed his lips together nervously.

I inhaled sharply and told him hesitantly.

"He.... Assaulted me."

George's grip on my hand suddenly tightened.

I looked down, the blood from my hand draining.

"George, my hand."

He let go, and shot up off the couch stomping off into the kitchen.

I turned my head looking over the top of the couch.

He rested his hands on the counter and his head hung.

Suddenly he hit the counter with the side of his fist.

My body jolted at the sound.

"Dangit Ellie! I'll kill him! I'll freaking kill him!"

George pounded the counter.

He inhaled and exhaled sharply, his breaths heavily escaping his shaking body.

I stood, then again realizing I couldn't stand.

I grabbed for the edge of the coffee table just in time before falling helplessly on the ground.

The glass table clattered as I gripped onto it for dear life, George jerking himself around looking in my direction.

"Oh Ellie, here love hold on."

George said sweetly as he helped me up.

"I'm sorry Ellie."

I held onto George tightly and shook my head.

"It's okay George, we can talk more about this later okay? Let's just get some sleep."

He nodded sheepishly and began to help me walk.

I moaned out in pain my legs throbbing.

George's eyes widened in fear and grabbed my hand keeping me steady.

"George it hurts, I can't."

I sobbed out.

George bent down wrapping one arm around my waist, and the other hoisted under my legs.

He lifted me up as he carried me to the bedroom.

I cried loudly as he laid me down on the bed.

I watched as he ran into the bathroom, then a few seconds later came back in with a pill bottle.

He set the container down on the nightstand.

I let out a loud sob, and turned on my side holding my inner thighs.

George turned to me, the light in his eyes gone, and replaced with sadness and worry.

He forced a smile, wincing at my pain. He stretched his hand out, cupping my cheek.

His thumb stroked my face gently.

"Its okay, its okay, lay down, breathe, and relax. Okay? Relax."

I breathed heavily and let my head fall back onto my pillow.

George smiled lightly as he walked swiftly out of the room.

He came carrying a glass of water and also set it on the nightstand, beside the pills.

I watched contently as he opened the pill bottle, taking one pill out, holding it in the palm of his hand.
Then picked up the glass of water.

He sat down on the bed beside me and I studied the items in his hands.

"Its just some aspirin, it should help with the pain for a while."

George reached out helping me sit up.

He handed me the pill and the glass of water.

He watched me closely making sure I took the medicine.

"George, I'm not three, I can swallow a pill."

He laughed lightly and wiped his face with his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried. And you're in pain, so I'm not going to feel any better till you actually take the pill."

George pushed my hand that held the pill closer to my face.

I smiled as I popped the pill into my mouth and took a sip of the water, swallowing the aspirin.

He nodded looking satisfied with himself.

I laid myself back down cautiously, making sure not to hurt my legs.

George pulled the covers up to my chin, tucking me in tightly.

"Get some sleep okay?"

I nodded and yawned shifting into a comfortable position.

George leaned down hesitantly, suddenly stopping himself.

His lips roamed the air around my forehead, but he pulled back.

He shook his head rubbing the back of his neck, chastising himself.

"Well I better get some sleep."

His voice strained as he spoke.

I nodded meekly.

Just as he stood I suddenly reached out grabbing his hand, suprising myself.

George turned around, his eyebrows raised slightly looking intrigued.

"I know this is going to sound childish, but... "

George quickly held a finger up silencing me, and smiled sympathetically.

He grabbed one of the pillows fluffing it up as he lay down beside me.

My throat tightened imagining what Ringo would do as George got comfortable.

George laid down on his back and gazed up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head.

I studied him, and followed his breathing as his chest rose and fell with every exhale.

The throbbing in my legs was only faintly there now.
And I was very greatful for George's loving and caring.
My eyes travled up to his arms, and I remembered all the nights I fell asleep with Ringo.

His arms holding me tightly, the safest feeling in the world.

Then I began to wonder what it would feel like if George was holding me.

Even though I knew it was wrong I just wondered.

Slowly I found myself moving closer to him.

My heart beating so hard I could hear it.

I laid my hand on his chest as a sign of looking for his approval, he looked into my eyes.

His gaze was strong as he watched me expressionless.

I laid my head on his chest, he sucked in a nervous breath at my touch.

I snuggled up close my body wanting the whole experience of the feeling.

I felt my fingers flex as I squeezed his shirt in my fist, then letting go slowly.

I did this several times as a way to reduce my high stress level.

After a few minutes, I felt George move his arms, resting one around my waist, and the other on my shoulder.

I heard his heart begin to beat faster with every slight movement.

He squeezed my shoulder lightly and began to run his hand up and down my arm.

I pulled the covers up over us, and shuffled my head right up under his chin.

His body heat created this peaceful presence around me that was unexplainable.

I found myself slowly begin to drift off, the worries gone, and terrifying events of this morning only a distant memory.
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In the morning I woke up not remembering exactly where I was.

As far as I knew I was at home with Ringo, until I turned over on my side meeting George's face.

I sighed and began to uncover myself slowly trying not to wake George.

For some reason I couldn't quite get the blanket off, it felt like something was laying on top of it.

I felt around, suddenly touching George's hand.

I jerked my hand back startled.

I looked down at my waist realizing his arm was wrapped around me.

I didn't want to be rude and just move him, but also I needed to get out of bed and take a good long shower.

Thankfully, George shuffled in the bed and his eyes fluttered open.

I sat up and straightened up the covers, playing with the blanket nervously in my hand.

George also sat up scratching his head.

We sat there for a few moments in silence.

Neither one of us wanted to bring up what happened last night.

But I knew, we both knew, it had to be addressed at some point in time.

George cleared his throat and glanced at me blankly.
"Ellie, you can't just ignore me like this."

I looked at him fiddling nervously with the blanket.

"I'm sorry, I just don't feel comfortable just yet, y'know without Ringo and everything that happened with... Jay."

George laughed and shook his head.

"What?"

I snapped.

"Nothing, you sure didn't seem uncomfortable last night."

George's eyes widened and he gulped nervously, realizing what he just said.
I felt my heart hit the pit of my stomach, my cheeks heating up.

"I'm sorry Ellie, I shouldn't have said that."

I just shook my head hopping out of the bed.

"I'm gonna go take a shower."

I ran out of the room, regretting it immediately.

A sharp pain ran through my thighs. I bit my tounge, to keep from crying.

I shut the door to the bathroom and turned on the focet, warming the water for my shower.

I got in, the hot water on my skin felt very refreshing.

I took the soap bar in my hand and began to wash my body.

As I got to my legs, I looked down at the fully exposed bruises.

I set the bar of soap down on the edge of the bathtub.
Gently I placed my fingers on the bruises tracing the odd shapes.

I sighed reaching back over for bar of soap, deciding not to mourn over the events of last night.

I was done feeling sorry for myself.

It wasn't helping anything, and now I believed I had another problem.

George.

But was that really a problem?

I mean yes I slept with George, not literally, but what was wrong with that?

He's like a brother to me, my heart sank when the thought crossed my mind.

Why did it hurt?

I quickly washed my hair and the rest of my body, figuring if I stayed in the shower anymore my mind would think of a lot worse things to make me feel guilty.

I opened up the shower curtain, suddenly a wave of distress came over me.

"No, no, no, no, no there has to be a towel in here."

I searched everywhere, rummaging through the cabnits.

All these cabnits, for towels, and none!

I let out a frustrated wine, and wiped my hands down the sides of my face in a full out panic attack.

There was only one solution.

I climbed back in the shower and pulled the curtian shut.

I hung my head back and massaged my temples.

"George!"

I waited for a response only a second later hearing George come running into the bedroom.

"Ellie, are you okay?"

A muffled voice came through the door.

"Yes, I'm fine, look I hate to make you do this but-"

"There is no towel is there?"

He asked as if regretting to have even spoke up.

"Yep."

I heard him sigh and then a moment later a knock on the door.

"Come in George, I'm behind the curtian, just throw the towel over the shower."

I heared the door open and it again shut behind him.

"Here you go love."

He threw the towel over, I caught it and wrapped it around me.

I was just about to pull the curtain open, till I realized I hadn't heard George walk back out.

"George, you still there?"

He laughed nervously and I heard the door open.

"I'm sorry, I-I just, I don't know, just dazed off for a moment there."

I opened up the curtain and walked out.

He stood in the doorway, suddenly his pupils dilating.

I ran my fingers through my tangled hair nervously as I walked past him into the bedroom.

He turned watching me, I looked up meeting his gaze.

"You gonna stand there and watch me change, or are you going to be a gentleman and wait for me in the other room.

He nodded, as he walked out of the room.

I sighed and quickly got dressed.

When I walked into the living room, George stood in the kitchen holding a piece of paper.

His hands clinched up tight and his eyes looked like he was about to kill.

"George what is it?"

He looked up handing the paper to me.

I breathed nervously as I opened the paper.

George sighed shakily and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Its Jay."
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Next chapter is going to be Ringo POV!!!

I'm getting so excited with this book.

And who thinks they know what's going on with George and Ellie???