"Jackie, what happened?" I hear Paul ask and I take a minute to decide to tell him. What's the worse that could happen?
"He abused me the four months we were together, hit me, pushed me around, touched me without my consent and gave me cuts and bruises." I admit into his chest and I hear him sigh and his arms slightly loosen around me but tighten their grip again.
"Oh Jackie, why didn't you tell me this?" he says as he moves away to look at me with his sad eyes and he wipes away my tears.
"Because I'm ashamed and embarrassed that I let a man do that to me for that long." I admit and he pulls me into another hug.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Ah I wish that had never happened to you, i'm so sorry. Who all knows?" he says in a very sad and remorseful tone.
"Just Holly." I admit.
"You didn't try to press charges against him?" he asks surprised as he pulls away to look at me and I shake my head, I was too nervous for him to hurt me again if I did. He kisses my forehead and lets go to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I ask and he stops to look at me.
"To get a flight to the states so I can go kick the shit out of that bastard." he says. That's definitely my husband, being so protective.
"It won't make it any better, Paul!" I protest.
"It'd make me feel a whole lot better." he says and I sigh. As much as I'd the smallest bit like to see that, Paul is famous and he'd probably get put in jail, we don't need even more attention brought to us.
"I want to tell 'im off, J. Hell he needs to be told off, he can't just walk the streets thinking it's okay to treat a woman like that, let alone my own wife!" he says and I smile inside at Paul.
"I'd rather he be in jail or something. I know you could kick the crap out of him, but honestly Paul he isn't worth it and you don't need the attention of that brought to you." I say and he nods and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"We're calling the cops then, he needs to be dealt with in some way." he says and I nod as I let him be the man and husband. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and touches his lips to my face in several little kisses as I giggle and he stops and rests his forehead on mine.
"I'm so sorry." he says as we look at each other and I nod and he presses his lips to mine in a kiss.
"I won't let him or anybody else hurt you ever again, I promise." I hear him say as my head is buried into his chest and the phone rings again and Paul picks up the one in our room.
Paul's POV
I can't believe this. The man who I had spoken to on the phone not even ten minutes ago hurt my dear Jackie, my wife, the love of my life, the mother of my child. She won't let me go beat the lights out of this prick, which I so desperately want to do. I pick up the phone to hear the voice I heard ten minutes ago, he's just asking for it, isn't he?
"Is Jackie-." he says before I intentionally cut him off.
"Stop calling her, you pathetic bastard. My wife will never want to talk to you and I have no bloody idea how you got our number. I hope you feel like a worthless, pathetic bastard who is so disgusting because of what you did to her!" I say as I try my best to not yell my loudest at this idiot.
I hang up not caring for his response and I don't want to hear his voice again. I turn back to my Jackie whose sitting beside me on our bed staring at her hands and I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. I must admit I'm hurt she didn't tell me at first and that she was afraid to, but she ended up telling me and I never suspected it and I know to not pry with her and let her divulge what she feels comfortable to me. I feel so horribly for my poor baby, my wife, my love, my Jackie who was used and hurt by this bastard and she lays there in my arms until we both lay down and she falls asleep safe there in my arms. Will I always be able to keep her safe? What if I can't always keep her safe?
I wake up to the phone ringing and I unplug it from the wall and pull the covers up to my shoulders and snuggle back into my lovely wife.
I go back to the studio about two weeks later, unfortunately to the bickering, negative atmosphere of everybody fighting, I hate it and I'd much rather be with my wife and new son. Jackie and I got into the swing of being new parents and we learned how to manage time and things in general.
"Paul, the phones for you!" I hear John call to me as I'm messing around on the piano. I thank him and walk up to the control room and pick up the phone with a 'hello'.
"Paul?" I hear Jackie say and I sit down in a chair as I'm alone in the control room and I notice her sad, panicked voice.
"Jackie, is something wrong?" I say as my eyebrows are furrowed.
"Paul, Eric keeps calling and he's here in London apparently. Paul, I'm scared." she informs me and I sigh and scratch my beard. He just won't give up won't he?
"I'll be home in a few, love. Don't worry and don't answer the phone." I say and she says 'yes' and I drive home to find her pacing in the living room while Gabriel sleeps in his bassinet in the living room, safe and sound.
"Ey it's okay, it'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." I say as I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her and she buries her face into my neck and I rest my cheek on her head and rub her back.
"He said he wants to see me." she says and I sigh quietly.
"Well he won't, I can assure you that." I say and she nods into my neck and the phone rings and we both look to it. We called the cops about pressing charges, but I guess he fled the country for here, where my family and I are. My wife and my precious newborn son. I answer the phone as Jackie sits by me and has her hand wrapped around my arm. I've forgotten to change our number, dammit.
"Yer not gonna talk to her or see her, you know." I say into the receiver and I hear a laugh.
"That's what you think, Mr. I'm this rich, famous celebrity who could have all the protection in the world." he says and I roll my eyes.
"Really what do you want?" I plea.
"Her." he says not to my surprise.
"Yer not going to get her and i advise that you stop calling this number or else you'll be deeper in this hole that you've dug for yourself." I say sternly and he hangs up, thank goodness. I turn to Jackie and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her head repeatedly, I can't lose her.
I don't go back to the studio because I feel that I should stay here with my wife and newborn child and I call my buddy Mal to hang out and somewhat protect us, I feel it's needed.