I walked the lonely streets, shivering and feeling terrible. My stomach grumbling and begging for food. I popped into a small diner and decided I might as well eat breakfast.

Paul was being a real asshole. I was never mean to him, I never offered to be a part of his life, I never wanted any of this! Maybe if I just left without a trace, he'd get the hint that I didn't need him. I don't need him. Raising this baby all on my own is how this is all going to end anyways. Might as well get a head start.

After breakfast, I called a cab and made my way to the airport, buying a ticket for tonight. I can't stand Paul McCartney. He makes me feel unwelcomed, like a burden, has the nerve to blame all of this on me. I just want to get away. But I had to bring Martha. I can't leave her. Everything else could stay. Those are material things I can do without.

..

When I arrived at Paul's, I was disappointed to see him in the living room. My guitar case in his lap. I walked to him and tossed the keys on the cushion.

"You went through my things??"

"Yes. I had to. You wouldn't talk to me. So I took things into my own hands." He shrugged.

"Yeah, you took my things." I said angrily.

"Why is this all about you huh? My things. My life. My baby. My whole fuckin mess! I'm dealing with this too! I'm sorry I'm not fucking you or wakin ye up with kisses and given ye hugs and having parties to celebrate a child were both not even ready for! I have a reputation to look after! A fuckin life! A career! A girlfriend! What do you have?? Nothing but a fuckin dog and a guitar!" He was standing up at this point, yelling in my face. I shook my head and wiped the tears in my eyes.

"You think I'm a nobody. That's it. Like I should be praising you for knocking me up. For putting me through all of this. I don't owe you shit McCartney. I'm leaving. I bought a ticket for tonight. You won't hear from me again." I turned away from him and made my way upstairs.

"Oh and....I don't plan on you to care for this child. I can handle it on my own. Like I do with everything else in my life." I said at the top of the stairs. He just watched me as I left his sight, making my way to my room.

I heard the front door slam, followed by what I assumed were pictures on the walls, falling on the hard floor. Shattering to pieces. That's how I felt. I wanted to be held. To feel wanted.

I knew I couldn't leave. Go home to mom and Em. Just so they can tell me, I told you so. No. Laying on my bed, I broke down crying. Martha jumped on, licking my arm. I picked my head up and looked at her innocent face.

I wish Richard was here. But he had a life of his own. Paul was right. I was a nobody. I had nobody. Maybe this is all I will ever look like to the world. Without hesitation, I got up from the bed and made my way to the window, looking down at the long drop. Would it be worth it? I took my shoes off and pulled the curtains back, grabbing a hold of the sides as I stepped on the ledge. My heart pounding. Martha watching. I shed a few tears, feeling overwhelmed with grief.

Has he pushed me this far? Someone whom I barely knew? I was always alone. Even back in L.A. it was always just me and Martha. Being here was no help. All I ever do is try to be kind. To see the positive side of things. To deal with negativity. It's just all too much.

The cool breeze made me shiver. The smell of roses from the garden filling the air. I took a breath and was about to lean forward when I felt a pair of arms move around me, pulling me back inside. The hot tears streaming down my face as he pressed his lips on mine. I kissed back. His familiar scent sending shivers all over my body. We kept this up, holding one another and moving our lips together.

I pulled away and looked up at him as he gazed over my face. I looked down but he nudged my chin up to meet his eyes.

"Sadie..."

"Paul..."

"Don't leave. Please." He begged. I could see the pleading in his eyes.

"I have to."

He shook his head. "We can start over. I can't let you walk out. Not now."

We just stared at one another for the longest time until I nodded and was brought into another kiss. His hands resting on my waist. I don't know what this means. The kiss. But to be honest, I never wanted it to end.

............