A few days later, there's a knock at my door.
"Coming!" I shout, before scrambling to answer it. I open the door to reveal three men. Paul...as well as two others who I don't recognize.
"Excuse me, ma'am? Are you Estelle Stevenson?" one man asks.
"Yes...that's me. What's going on?" I ask in confusion as I keep my eyes on my neighbor.
"We found him stumbling around on the streets. We figured he'd been out since late last night. He was asking for you."
All of a sudden, Paul jerks his head up. His bloodshot eyes meet mine and, as soon as he sees me, he grins and giggles shrilly.
"Estelle, my beautiful wife! There you are!"
"Paul? Are you...drunk?"
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
ФанфікиI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
