It was a week since Lucy had shared a milkshake with Paul McCartney and been dragged into attending a random man's party as the bassist's date. It had been a week since Lucy had snapped at the waitress who had accused George of being 'a woman beater' and surprised even herself by telling her to 'fuck off!'. It had been a week since she'd been banned from The Beatles' beloved milkshake bar. Now as she lay upon her bed, awaiting Paul's arrival, the teenager's head was spinning as she tried to come to terms with the eventful fortnight she had experienced. As she looked back on her treasured time with George, she couldn't help but wince in pain and felt a relentless stabbing sensation in her flitting heart. She hadn't seen George in over a week and every day spent without his company left Lucy devastated and heartbroken. Paul was lovely and meant well trying to entertain her, but even he couldn't fully distract her from her relentless pining for George Harrison…
Lucy frightfully leapt off her bed as her keen ears detected the gentle hum of a car engine outside her home. Hastening across her cramped room and forcing her dusty window open, her searching eyes fell upon Paul McCartney, enshrouded in darkness and patiently waiting for her to creep outside to join him. She hastily threw on a jacket and wandered out into the dark hallway, silently slipping past her parent's bedroom door and holding her breath in absolute terror. Her heart fluttered apprehensively as she realized that she had to escape from the house without being heard by her parents to attend a shady party where she was only acquainted with Paul McCartney. Truthfully, she was petrified.
A half an hour awkward journey by car brought the pair to the front door of Paul's 'mate'…
"You ok Lucy?" Paul asked his voice thick with concern as he looked upon Lucy's face, "You look really pale…"
"I'm fine," Lucy replied shakily as the pair entered the house, "Let's…let's just get out of the cold for now"
Lucy was met with a confined room filled with drunken men and provocatively dressed women displaying themselves in a manner the turned Lucy's stomach. Sleazy music bellowed out and the loud cursing of the other part guests left her feeling fragile and startled; she wrapped her arms around her delicate frame as if to protect herself from the seedy party and its equally rotten guests. The stench of alcohol lay heavy in the hot air, reminding her of being at home with her monstrous father, and a dense cloud of smoke cloaked her vision; amongst the recognizable scent of tobacco, the teen could also pick out a strange chemical-like smell that was so foul it caused her to curl up her delicate nose in disgust. She began to instinctively back out of the bustling room and into the open air once more, but found she was prevented by a barrier; Paul's arm was draped around her waist and Lucy couldn't help feeling slightly distressed, recalling how not even George had been allowed to do this.
"Well," Paul inhaled the sweaty scents almost pleasingly, "Let's have some fun!"
Without allowing Lucy to even react to his gleeful exclamation, Paul tightened his grip upon her slender waist and pulled her through the thickening hordes of drunkards. The frightened girl was soon introduced to Paul's 'mate' who was hosting the dreadful party and the teen instantly felt a great degree of pure resentment towards the stranger. There was something about his slicked back hair and the wicked glint in his grey eyes that set her teeth on edge. On seeing Lucy, he ran his dirty fingers through his greased hair and licked his chapped lips ravenously.
"Well," his gruff voice sent a fit of shivers down Lucy's spine, "Who's this pretty lady then?"
"Jimmy, this is Lucy." Paul beamed, seemingly unaware of the predatory stare his friend was openly shooting in Lucy's directions, "Lucy, this is Jimmy."
"The pleasure is all mine," Jimmy leered seedily, putting on a theatrical bow that only made Lucy's hatred for him stronger, "So Lucy, fancy something drink?"
"Erm, I'd rather not…" Lucy whimpered, stepping into Paul for protection and placing a trembling hand upon the bassist's arm.
"Oh, I insist!" Jimmy proceeded to pour Lucy a drink and thrust it into the girl's shivering limbs, "Drink up!"
Reluctantly, Lucy found herself drinking the alcoholic substances Jimmy was continually supplying her with that tasted toxic upon her tongue. She longed to be able to spit the wretched drinks out and leave the horrid party, yet she was aware of both Paul and Jimmy's eager eyes fixated upon her. Lucy secretly hated every second of the party and silently prayed that she would vanish from the sleazy celebration and find herself cuddled up to George…
It wasn't long before Lucy felt her mind become misty and her vision seemed distorted as she attempted to stumble after Paul as he exited the kitchen; she was determined not to be left with the dodgy Jimmy. Her pulse was thunderous in her ears and seemed to mask all other sounds in the crowded room around her. Time appeared to speed up and slow down instantaneously and faint voices cackled mockingly within her tender head. What was in that drink? As the walls of the room began to expand and shrink, Lucy felt fit to scream and she became aware of her hands clutching each side of her throbbing head in dread.
"I wanna go home" she whined to herself as she blindly staggered after Paul, "I don't feel good…I wanna…where's George…"
She inelegantly fell upon the stairs leading to the gloomy hall upstairs and was aware of Paul sprawled out beside her; he was giggling uncontrollably and sighing in ecstasy. She turned to the bassist with eyes full of horror and proceeded try her hardest to shake him out of the drug-induced state.
"Please," Lucy pleaded desperately with the bassist now, feeling hysterics taking hold of her, "please take me home. I…I don't like it here….I don't like Jimmy…"
"Calm down," Paul chuckled and took Lucy's sweating hands in his own, "come with me, you just need to calm down, ok? I'll explain it upstairs"