He tenses up again. I try to calm him down, but it doesn't seem to be working this time.
"How do you know about Meredith?!" He glares at the therapist.
"Your girlfriend told the doctor," Isa replies.
"My what?" Paul turns his glare to me.
"Paul, I had to see you. I—"
"How could you?!" he demands, pushing me away from him.
I steady myself after almost falling off the bed. For a horrifying moment, Paul raises his fist to me. I flinch and his expression softens.
"Essie?" he whispers. He puts his hand in his lap and his eyes soften as he looks at me.
I don't say anything.
"Mr. McCartney, are you all right?" Isa asks.
"I'm fine. Please, Essie, talk to me."
I shake my head.
His expression crumbles to one of utter sadness. "I-I'm sorry."
"Just tell her about Meredith, damnit."
This time, he's the one who flinches. He nods and looks up at Isa.
"Meredith was m-my daughter. She was t-ten...and died nearly a year ago in a car accident, on my thirty eighth birthday."
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI 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...
