Will I Still Need You? (Part 1 in the Needing You series)

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note:

Hey guys! So, I'm so sorry I haven't been updating lately, I've just been having some relationship problems. Like, my ex boyfriend thinks threatening to commit suicide is a good way to get me back... So, you can imagine how stressed I am. I would love some comments! Yall have no idea how much better my day gets when I know someone likes my work. Please, don't be shy!

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After three weeks at the hospital, I went home. As in home, Richard and George's flat. I had stayed clear of George after his outburst.

Cynthia and I had became good friends and I was helping her showing her how to cope with John's behavior. She had admitted that John abused her on a regular basis and I told her what he did to me. Afterwords, John had visited me.

Three weeks earlier

After visiting with Cyn for the first time, she had left to go home. I stayed by myself for a while till I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I called out. The door opened and I heard boots clicking on the tile floor.

John Lennon walked into the room in a leather jacket. He came slower to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair tenderly. "Hey," John whispered, grinning sweetly, his chipped teeth showing. "Hi," I replied.

"I have a question," John asked. I cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know how much I love you," John asked, leaning down. My breathing hitched. John leaned down farther, pressing his lips against mine. John closed his eyes and moved his lips with mine.

I moaned against his lips. John shrugged his jacket off and started unbuttoning his green shirt. I whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss, but groaned as he replaced them on my neck. I ran my slim fingers through his hair.

"John," I called out. John pulled away and smirked. He thrust my wrists above my head. "Tell me you need me," John demanded. "I need you, John," I cried.

John smirked and let go of my wrists. He moved away from my bed. He waved his fingers as he walked to the door. "Bye," John said with a smirk.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I groaned, turning over. John was such a mystery.

Three weeks later

My brother helped me to my bed and I flopped down. I looked up at Richard and grinned. Richard rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead. I giggled and closed my eyes.

Richard pulled the blankets over me and kissed my forehead. I heard his heeled boots clicking on the door, then a door shut. I sighed and turned on my side. I thought about my attempted suicide and my stay at the hospital. I thought about George and his outburst. I thought about John.

I heard a door open and close and feet padding to by bed. I felt my bed creak and a hand stroked my forehead. "I'm so sorry," George breathed. "I know you can't hear me, but I'm so sorry. I love you so much and when I heard we almost lost you, I lost it. I need you. I hate what your doing to yourself and it hurts me."

I heard George choking up. "I-I-I love you so so much a-and you just don't realize it," George whispered through tears. "I wish you would get over that son of a bitch and know that I'm here for you."

I opened my eyes. George's eyes widened and he blushed. "Y-you didn't hear all of that, did you," He asked quietly. I smiled. I placed my hand on his cheek. He had a little bit of stubble. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him.

George moaned and responded. He asked for entrance and I declined. George whined and moved on top of me. He tried to hold my wrists above my hand but I squirmed so he couldn't. George whimpered. "Please," He whined.

I smirked and gave him entrance. George sighed and relaxed. George quickly thrusted my wrists with one hand and slowly unbuttoned my blouse with the other. George moved from my lips to the bolt of my jaw. I moaned as he kissed down my collarbone, but refused to go near my neck, with was driving me mad.

George finally ripped my shirt off. He kept sucking on my collarbone, but still not going near my neck. "Please George," I cried. George crept toward my ear. "Payback time," George growled. I cried out in frustration.

George got off me and laid down beside me. I put my hand on his cheek and smiled. George put his hand over mine. "I meant what I said, you know," He whispered. I nodded. George sighed and pulled me into his chest. I fell asleep.

I later awoke to an empty bed. I got up to get some dinner. I heard voices as I walked down the stairs.

"...Needs help..." "...Counseling..." "...Don't know, George..." "...All Lennon's fault..."

I walked down the stairs. I was immediately met with gasp. "W-what's going on," I asked.

Richard slowly walked over to me. He took my fragile hands in his strong ones. "Windy," He started carefully. "You know I love you and I only want the best for you." I glanced around the room nervously.

Richard continued. "George and I have been talking," He said slowly. I nodded. "A-and," Richard stuttered. George slowly walked up to Richard and put a hand on his shoulder. "We think it would be best if you got some help," George finished.