i believe in yesterday ☽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

that night, john was practically writhing with anger in the car ride. his hands shook as his white knuckles gripped the wheel.

"where?" john asked as they pulled into the neighborhood.

"huh?" molly slurred, her dress hitched up to her upper thigh.

"where am i dropping you off?" he asked, clearly frustrated.

"paul?" paul was half asleep in the seat next to her, hand still resting on her thigh. she felt anxious. she didn't know what to think.

"he's fucking drunk," john spat.

eduardo was back at molly's house, asleep, drunk on the couch.

that left molly all alone; exactly what she didn't want to be. there was a small discussion in the back of john's car, molly asking paul to stay the night. he was too drunk to even comprehend what she said.

pulling into his own driveway, john angrily got out of the car. he ripped paul from the backseat and carried him into his house and tried desperately not to disturb his aunt.

molly entered john's messy room, taking her hair out of the braid it resided in, saying nothing else as she fell back onto his bed. she quite intoxicated from the large amount of vodka she had.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are, john?" she slurred while playing with her hair.

he shook his head and looked through his dresser drawers searching for clothes for her so she could change out of the small dress she was in.

"no, john. i'm serious. i've never even seen a man half the beauty you are," she went on.

she stood up and came behind him, slightly straddling him with her legs. "molly!" he almost fell back. "get the fuck off me!"

molly wouldn't let go, so he got her off with a small shove. he shoved her back onto the bed next to a snoring paul mccartney, throwing sweatpants and a shirt at her.

"put this on," he said, turning back around so he could find pajamas for himself.

"if you say so..." molly stood up on the bed and began unbuttoning her dress from the front.

she slowly shimmied out of it, only in her lacy bra and knickers. "molly, stop." john spoke, knowing what she was doing even when he wasn't facing her.

"what?" she chuckled and came up from behind john, putting a hand on his bum.

"molly!" he cried. she gave a loud guffaw when he sounded so surprised. he put her down onto the bed for the final time. "put that on... now."

"why don't you do it for me?" she pleaded. "i'm too tired!" she threw it back at him and began taking her bra off her slender body.

"don't you want me to close my eyes? turn around?" john squinted to where she was only a mere figure in his blurry vision.

"just put my shirt on! my hands hurt!" she said, taking his hands and putting the grey shirt he gave her into them.

"molly..." his breath hitched when he saw her topless. he gritted his teeth and parted his lips.

"just calm down," she grabbed his right hand, placing it just below her breast. "put the damn shirt on."

for a moment, he contemplated doing something he knew he shouldn't have. he truly wanted to have someone tonight, replacing cynthia. alas, molly was underage and too innocent. he stopped his young, testosterone filled body from doing what he desired.

instead, he hurriedly put her grey shirt on and practically threw her pants on her.

"thanks," she said, laying back down next to paul. "lay with me, johnny?"

he knew he shouldn't, but there wasn't really anywhere else for him to sleep. he slowly got into the bed with her after flicking her lamp off. "do you mind me calling you that? johnny?" molly asked.

"shut up and go to sleep, molly."

she faced him, giving him one small peck on the cheek, turning around and cuddling up to paul beside her.

when they were finally settled, he stared out the window at the stars, the neighborhood.

it was very cold and quiet out that night, but it made sense since it was friday night, almost saturday morning, and everyone was away at the club or sleeping.

he heard the breaths coming from molly getting slower and slower until they finally rested at a continuous, monotonous pace.

she looked so much at peace when she was asleep. unbothered, untouched, just... molly. that's what he thought.

she was truly beautiful, but, he would never want to potentially hurt her or her reputation. john wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't even know what sex was. she was petite, had big eyes, slender legs, cute blonde hair. not too bad around the chest, either.

through the night, molly only tried cuddling him twice. each time he pushed her away. he just watched her for a few minutes. watching her like he did on the bus ride to london.

though, she became more and more sober as the night passed. eventually, she was halfway across the bed away from him when her sober-ness pulled through.

"did i do anything to you last night?" molly asked after she woke up. she had a pounding headache all through the night.

"oh, erm... no," he lied straight to her face. "you were a perfect angel." more and more lies flew out of his mouth.

sorry for the short chapter, but i'm running low on ideas for my story. be sure to vote!