Page 5 of The Story of Us
The boys are all back up on stage and the place has filled up around us while we’ve been talking.
Marley calls out, “Maca put my sister down and get up here!”
He winks down at me and as has become his normal greeting or goodbye, whispers into my ear, “Show us your tits?”
One of these days, I would totally shock him and give him a flash. One of these days very soon.
He leaves with a grin and a kiss to the top of my head. They go down a storm that night, the place is packed and the tunes are tight, Lennon seems to be on cloud nine with their performance and buys Jim and me another drink every time he goes to the bar, by the time the boys take a break, I’m feeling pretty drunk. I watch as Sean steps off the stage and some girl steps in front of him and wraps her arms around his neck, I’ve seen her before, she’s short and blonde with big tits, she’s dressed all slutty in a see through lace top with a red bra underneath and a littlera-ra skirt and ballet pumps, she thinks she’s Madonna. I think she’s a whore who needs to get her hands off my fucking boyfriend. I watch as she leans in and tries to kiss him, Sean has hold of her by the waist and leans away shaking his head, he looks up and gives me a truly breath taking smile. She follows his gaze, looks me up and down and while he’s still looking at me, she turns and licks his face. I don’t see his reaction to that, everything becomes a blur, I fly across the now almost empty dance floor and grab her by the hair, throwing her to the floor. I don’t know where the anger comes from, the drink, Jimmie and Lennon keeping me in the dark, Sean’s words from earlier about thinking that he’s not enough? I have no idea, but it’s there and it’s not stopping with the hair pulling, I’m on top of her, screaming and punching, I have handfuls of her hair. Then there are hands and arms all over me, voices screaming my name and telling me to stop but I keep lashing out until my arms are pinned to my side and I can’t move. I’m carried to the small room out the back reserved for the band. Lennon and Marley have hold of me, telling me again to calm down, my breathing is ragged and heavy and I feel anger like I’ve never known before, I slap my brother’s hands away from me.
“Fuck off, fuck off! Did you see? Did you? She fucking licked him, I’ll fucking kill the slut!” I try to get up off the table they have sat me on but they hold me down.
“Where is he? Sean… Where is he?” I’m screaming now, beyond hysterical. Lennon slaps me, hard across the face and I stop dead in my tracks for a split second, then I really let lose, I kick him, claw him, bite, slap and punch him.
“Don’t touch me. Fuck off, I saw you, I fucking saw you. Why didn’t you tell me? She’s my best friend. Why wouldn’t either of you tell me you fuckers?”
The door flies open as the room turns silent. Sean, he’s here, he’s all I want, the rest can fuck off.
“Georgia… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why, why did you do that?”
“She licked you.”
I feel quite calm now that Sean’s here. He looks anything but.
“Lots of girls lick me or kiss me or try to. It doesn’t mean anything. There’s hair everywhere out there, you can’t do that G, there’s always gonna be girls, women, fans that do shit like that. You can’t just beat them up.”
What? I shrug my shoulders, more than a little pissed off now that he seems to be taking her side.
“What if that was me? What if someone did that to me, would you just let them? Would you just do nothing?”
“No… of course I wouldn’t but you’re not in a band G.”
“So because you are, I just have to leave it? I just have to stand there like a complete cunt and let girls do that to you?”
“That’s enough George!” Lennon shouts from beside me, him and Marley had been so quiet that I had forgotten they were there.
Sean walks toward me. “It’s just part of it babe. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just part of what we do, I don’t kiss them back, it doesn’t mean anything but they’re our fans and we have to put on a show. You can’t do that, you just can’t do that.”
He kisses my cheek and my hair and I calm down a little bit, but I’m not sorry, I look up as Jimmie comes flying through the door.
“Fucking hell George, you ripped half the hair out of her head!” I stare at her blankly, it all goes quiet.
“You,” Marley says, I look up, not sure who he’s talking to. It’s Jimmie.
“You and him… ” He gestures with his chin to Len. “All this fucking time and you’ve been with him!”
“Marl,” Jim, Lennon and Sean all say at the same time.
Sean, Sean knew and didn’t tell me? Marley looks at Sean.
“You knew too? You knew what was going on and didn’t tell me?”
“No… I didn’t know… Not for sure.”
“What does that mean?” Marley and I both ask at the same time.
“I watched them… How, they were with each other. I thought that something was going on, but I didn’t know.”
“Why didn’t you say something?’ Marley asks him.
