The next morning, Paul is discharged. I drive him to our neighborhood, and pull into my driveway.
"Uh, Essie—"
"I want you to stay with me for a bit, Paul. We're going to walk over to your house to get your clothes and such, but I don't trust you home alone. Do you understand?"
He seems surprised by my forwardness. "Um...a-alright."
"Good."
We walk over to his house and I direct him upstairs so we can pack some of his clothing. I turn my back on him for one moment to grab a suitcase and when I turn back—he's gone.
"Paul?!" I race downstairs and find him in the kitchen...drinking a bottle of alcohol.
"Paul, no!" I grab the bottle from him. He looks at me with wide eyes, shock written all over his face.
"I can't have a drink?"
I sigh.
It's going to be a long two weeks.
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
