The fight probably lasted about twenty minutes. Glass was everywhere, instruments were ruined, punches and a whole brawl was taken place in the drafty club. All because of me.

After we were all thrown out and told to never return, John was angry out of his mind at not only Peter...but at me. This caused tension between everyone since we were all supposed to be on the same side.

I sat outside on the side of the curb, shakily smoking a ciggy and wiping my eyes. Tiffany angrily pacing back and forth as John and Stu argued. The silence letting everyone in on what the fight was about.

"....I understand your bird is broken and sad but fuckin hell Stu this is my band and my fuckin responsibility!"

"Fuck off John is that all you care about!? Your band your morals..."

"My future Stuart! My fuckin future! We 'ave a shot to make it big and you bring your little wife in 'ere just to stir up bollocks and fuckin bring up old problems!"

"It's more than a problem and you know it! She's my wife of course she's goin to mean more to me than some band!"

"A band you're a part of Sutcliffe. Don't forget that."

It was silent for a few seconds. Then John spoke.

"Pete isn't goin anywhere. We need him whether you or miss tears out there likes it or not."

Stuart mumbled to himself as he stormed out of the building and the rental van came around the corner. John walked out and made eye contact with me. No more sympathy or caring. Just anger.

"C'mon. Were leavin." Stu grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.

"Stuart we need to go home." I handed him my cig.

"I don't think home is Liverpool anymore." He sighed.

George walked over silently. "You two alright?"

"George...poor baby." I kissed his cheek and softly moved my fingers over his bruised cheek.

"You alright mate?" Stu asked. George nodded.

"Yeah. Fuckin hell I can't believe John defends a bloke like him. Even allowing him to stay in the group."

"Oh Georgie! You okay baby??" Tiffany came over and kissed his cheek over and over again. I just watched as she held his hand.

"Yeah I'm alright." He blushed.

"It was so brave of you to stand up to a guy much older than you." She beamed. He smiled.

Stu held my hand. "I think we should stay a little bit longer. Just you and me." He whispered. I nodded.

"I think that's best."

"You're not coming along??" Tiff asked.

"We need to be alone right now. Take care of George alright?" I asked. She giggled.

"Oh believe me I will." She teased. I had to admit, a part of me stung with jealousy at the sight of them together. Her flirtatious kisses and his blushing state. He was enjoying it. Enjoying her.

"George can I um...talk to you?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him aside. I looked over at John, Paul and Peter loading their gear. Cyn and Dot talking. "I want you to be careful."

"I'll be fine Moll. I'm not scared of Pete..."

"I meant Tiffany. She's my friend but...I know how she is."

"I'll be alright Molly. Besides...I don't think I'd be ready for anything like..that."

I giggled and kissed his cheek. "I'm grateful you stood up for me. It shows me how much you care."

"Of course. Were supposed to be siblings remember?" He joked. I bit my lip and looked at his lips.

"Right..."

"Alright were ready to go! Best get to it or I'll leave you lot to freeze!"

"I better be off." George kissed my cheek. "I'll see you soon?"

"Definitely." I smiled. Tiffany walked over and grabbed George's arm.

"You have your key?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll be good." She giggled. I laughed and pecked her lips.

"Just keep out of Stu's paints. You know he hates that." I muttered.

"I will."

"Come on!" John yelled.

"Coming!" Tiff yelled and gave one last wave before pulling George with her. I sighed and enjoyed Stu's arm around me. My eyes ignoring Peter. More focusing on Tiff and George talking.

"We'll get a hotel. Come on love." Stu led me along the long, empty road.
...

11:15 pm.

I sat on the bed, taking my heels off and running a hand through my hair. Stu walked in, handing me a bottle of whiskey. I laughed.

"Good pick."

"I'm sorry about tonight."

"Me too."

"Hey." He nudged my face to meet his eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll always be here to protect you."

I broke a smile. "You still love me?"

"Of course. I always will."

I nodded and rested my hand on his lap. "We staying the night?"

"Yes." He whispered. I moved my hand up his thigh and squeezed.

"Let's take a shower."
....

Stu backed me up against the glass shower door and kissed me hungrily. Our hands roaming, tongues twirling. He squeezed my soapy breasts while we lost breath.

"Oh Stuart..."

We made our way under the water and let the suds wash away. I reached behind him and turned the knob. We were left in silence, staring in one anothers eyes. A smile spreading over our lips.
...

I was thrown carelessly on the bed while he climbed on top. His lips soon found mine and my hand ran through his hair.

"Mmmm."

He kissed down to my breasts, sucking on each one.

"I'm the luckiest bloke to 'ave these for myself." He mumbled.

I giggled and let him take over my body. We couldn't even speak while fooling around. It was always silent. Just our breathing and kissing the only sound in the room.

His head found its way between my legs, tasting my arousal. I let out a heavy sigh and tugged his hair. His tongue wiggled around my swollen button.

"I want you now baby." I begged. He crawled over me and kissed me again. I opened my legs, enjoying his slow manner. He always knew how to make it so sensual. Fingers slowly brushing down my arms over my head. I shut my eyes and sighed as he entered.

"Like that?" He asked softly. I nodded and opened my eyes. He gazed at me with loving eyes. His hips gently moving back and forth. A steady, pleasuring pace.

I arched my back and moaned louder. His lips along my neck, tasting my skin.

We always made love so closely. It was much like art. We were connected as one. Trusting one another, letting our true feelings unfold. My eyes shut again. A wave of pleasure washed over me. A moan in response.

"Molly." He whispered. I opened my eyes as he wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek. "Are you alright?"

I didn't even realize I was crying. All of tonights events finally catching up with me. I just nodded and moved my arms around his back.

"I am now." I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly as we continued making love the rest of the night.
...

The Next Morning.

I smiled to myself as I laid in his arms. He played with my hair, stairing at the ceiling while having a smoke. His heartbeat was calm.

"I can't quit the band."

"I know."

"Are you alright with that?"

"Yes."

He placed the cig between my lips, letting me take a drag.

"I won't push it."

I smiled and looked up at him. "Thank you."

He laughed and sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Remind me to paint you again."

I giggled and pecked his lips. "If it ends with some of what we had last night then I suggest we get a train back to Liverpool now."

"Right on it Molly." He pulled me close, giving me a long kiss.
........