Faith Go To Him

                                    

                                          
I don't remember anything that happened after I emptied the flask. Faith had to fill me in . . .
                          
After I ran off, they all looked for me throughout the house. George went to the bathroom to stop his nosebleed. While he was in there, he heard people talking about a girl storming out of the bathroom and to the backyard.
                          
"Something happened before with Tessa." He recalled what he heard. That was when the other Beatles relayed that they saw me storm off as well.
                          
Soon, Ringo went to the front porch. He heard shouting from the side. He found the three men from before. They said that their friend had taken a girl (me) upstairs.
                          
At the same time, Paul had seen the boy barely walk into a room. All five of them ran up the stairs. John opened the door. They found me with my blouse undone, and that man was in the middle of pulling down my skirt.
                          
"Faith!" I shouted. Faith said that she could almost smell the alcohol from the doorway. "Do you want to join us? It'll be a party!" I laughed all bubbly like (yuck).
                          
"What are you doing?!" Faith doesn't remember who shouted that.
                          
John and George pushed the man off of me and started hitting him; Ringo went to call the cops; Faith and Paul grabbed me and my stuff and started bringing me downstairs.
                          
"Aw, come on, Faith. Let's—ha—party!"
                          
"Tessa, please get ahold of yourself."
                          
"Noooooooo. You're just upset it was me and not you!"
                          
"I think she forgot about the thing with you and George," Paul said.
                          
"Sadly, it's only while she's drunk she forgets."
                          
They went to the car and placed me in the backseat. They stood out front and left the car door open. I closed my eyes and started to sway as I sung. "I close my eyes, and I can see the world that's waiting up for me."
                          
"She sings good even if she is drunk, y'know," complimented Paul. (Is that a big deal or something? Yo get a compliment from a Beatle.)
                          
"She also can play the guitar. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to sing or play for your four already."
                          
"She played for George once. We overheard her play."
                          
"A MILLION DREAMS IS ALL IT'S GONNA TAKE!" I screeched. (Faith's words, not mine.)
                          
"Yep. She sings very well," Faith said, probably with a hint of sarcasm.
                          
John, George, and Ringo showed up a few minutes later. They all didn't want to stick until the cops came in case something went wrong and it was blamed back on the boys; it was Faith's idea to leave.
                          
Faith said the car ride was silent for the first half. I rested on Ringo's shoulder and hummed the entire time. Then she said that I said that I was getting a vision. That scared them all. But then I laughed and said it was a joke. Honestly, that sounds like something I would do sober just to see if anyone was listening to me.
                          
Faith stayed in our room with me until I fell asleep before going back to the front of the flat.
                          
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my head. How much did those boys give me last night?
                          
I quickly remembered last night. My sister and George were dating. I screamed into my pillow. Screaming made my stomach churn.
                          
I'd been hungover before, so I knew how to deal with the headache. I slowly got out of bed. I wanted to find some form of headache relief they had in this house.