Warning:
This chapter has a bit of sexual content. It's not graphic, but may be offensive to younger eyes.
My point of view
George dragged me to the living room along with Richard. I felt awkward the second we stepped out of the room. I just wore one of my brother's old black t shirts and some pajama pants that used to fit, but now were baggy on my way too thin body.
I felt like nothing mattered. Nothing did. I felt as if life had no meaning. I saw John and Cynthia snogging on the couch. I felt tears brimming, but I blinked them away. "I just can't do this," I whispered, wrenching my arm out of George's grasp.
I flew to my room and slammed and locked the door. I flung myself on my bed and started sobbing. Still sobbing, I threw a glass on my bedside table at the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces. Like my heart.
George point of view on this
I was very worried about Windy. The minute she saw John and Cynthia snogging, she backed out. She ran straight to her room and I heard her sobbing. Now, the crying and screaming were almost normal.
But, when I heard the glass shatter, I felt nervous. "John, you need to care about someone besides yourself, dammit," I shouted at him before dashing to Windy's room. "Win," I pleaded, knocking on the door. "Please open up, love, I'm sorry!"
"Get away from me," Windy screamed. Ringo ran to the door. He started beating on it with his strong hands. I heard footsteps come to us. "What a child," I heard John smirk. I saw Ringo's hands turn to fist. His eyes darkened. "You shouldn't have said that, Lennon," Ringo said darkly.
And with that, Ringo spun around and pushed John in the jaw. John fell to the ground and Ringo started wailing him. I pulled him off and screamed, "Enough!"
Ringo's face was blood red. "I'm going to kill him, George," He roared. "Stop it," Windy screamed from inside her room. Ringo finally stopped. "Get out," Ringo said. John stayed put. "Get out, John," Ringo repeated, raising his voice.
John quickly walked to the living area, took Cynthia's hand, and walked out the door. I sighed and knocked on Windy's door again. This time it opened. Windy walked slowly to the window bench and sat down. She watched John and Cynthia walking to their car.
I slowly walked over to put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't," Windy whispered horsley before I could touch her. Windy's pale cheeks were hollow with almost an eerie look to them.
There were silent tears falling down her beautiful face. I carefully picked her up. She didn't resist. I really didn't trust her by herself. After seeing John and Cynthia, I was afraid she might do something. I walked her to my room and laid her on my bed. I glanced at the clock.
12:07 a.m.
I sighed and sat on my bed. Windy was on her side, staring at the wall with a blank expression. I noticed she had been doing that very often. I changed my clothes and put on some sleeping boxers. I walked back into the bedroom to find Windy sitting up, staring at my switch blade.
I quickly grabbed the blade and took it to the kitchen. I set it on fire and burned it. I walked back to my room and sat on my bed. I sighed and pulled Windy close. "Just forget about him, Windy love," I whispered.
Windy nodded "I guess I should," She answered. I pulled her closer. "Let's make it about us tonight," I asked. She nodded. I moved on top of her. I softly kissed her lips, stroking her arm. Windy kissed back gently. I pulled off her baggy sweatshirt and studied her body. It was petite and thin. I kissed up her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe.
Windy moaned softly and ran a hand through my hair. I smirked and pinnemoved down to her neck. I started sucking and making love bites. I nipped at her skin with my pointy eye teeth. "George," Windy whimpered, her voice an octave higher than usual. I moved to her collar bone and tasted her skin.
Windy was whimpering mercifully. I smirked and asked, "Am I better than John... Windy," Letting the last word roll off my tongue lazily. Windy nodded, her pupils dilated. I smirked and went back to attacking her neck with love bites.
I thrusted Windy's arms above her head and pinned them there with one hand. I slowly pulled down her pants with the other, looking at her every now and then. Her face was sweating like crazy.
"I'm going to do things to you, Windy,"I hissed. "Things that are going to drive you mad and make you scream my name." Windy moaned and tried to move. I smirked.
I tisked my tongue and said, "Be still." I got up and went to my closet. I pulled out three of my ties. I smirked and said, "Hands above you're head." When Windy didn't obey, I thrusted her wrist above her head and tied then together with one tie and secured them to the headboard with the other.
I looked at Windy. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and she was breathing heavily. I smirked. I tied the last tie around her mouth. I slowly pulled her pants down. Windy started squirming. I knew this was working.
An hour later
I had finished with Windy and we both were pleased. Later, I held her in my arms. I couldn't understand what she saw in Lennon. John was a wonderful friend, would always come through and would not pass up the chance to help a friend.
But, John was bad to his women. He treated them like objects and sometimes, punching bags. I hated thought of Windy wanting to kill herself over him. I loved her so much and she just couldn't see it. Lennon wasn't worth it.
I felt Windy stir. She was staring at me with a soft smile. I reached out a stroked her beautiful hair. "Sing with me, George," Windy requested. I grinned. "Which song," I asked. "Moon River," She replied.
I smiled. Breakfast at Tiffany's was Windy's favorite movie. She loved the way Audrey Hepburn sang. She thought her voice had a quirk that made her different from any other singer.
Windy appreciated different things. She was so thoughtful and dear. Windy pulled the covers up a little higher and rested her head on my chest. She started humming the tune of the guitar.
Windy could play the guitar and piano like a professional and s ing like an angel. She could also play the drums from what her brother taught her. Windy just didn't show her talents to just anybody.
I looked at Windy gazing at me. I kissed her cheek. She cleared her throat and started singing the beginning.
Moon river,
Wider than a mile
I joined in with her soft singing.
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker,
You heart breaker
Wherever you're going,
I'm going your way
Two drifters,
Off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting round the bend
My huckleberry friend,
Moon river and me
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes that looked so familiar. I reached with my hand and stroked her auburn hair. I looked into her eyes before leaning in and kissing her.
It was a tender, soft kiss, full of love. I pulled away and watched her for a minute. I didn't know how long I would have with her.

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