I skipped down the corridor after John, feeling overwhelmed with unusual happiness. But it was to be short lived.
"Stop being such a fairy and come on. Wait in the front room if you want to, just don't touch any of my thing, ya hear?" John said, turning round and giving me a poke. I just smiled.
I busied myself in the front room, sorting out some of the songs John had written earlier in the week. I don't know why but I was in the mood for doing some work. Normally I was too lazy, but today, I don't know. It was just something to do.
I paused when I heard shouting coming from the corridor. It was john's voice, loud and banging against the wall. I raised my eyebrows and went outside into the hall where John was hammering on the bathroom door.
"Paul, open the door!"
"I said piss off!"
"Don't be gay, open the door!"
"What's going on?" I asked, suddenly concerned
"Paul won't open the door"
"Paul, are you alright?"
"Just leave me alone, both of you" he sounded terrified
"Not on your life" John snapped "Don't make me knock this bloody door down"
I didn't think John would actually do it. but within seconds the door went crashing down as John shouldered it. Paul jumped and curled into a ball, so tight, I could barely see his face.
The bathroom was a mess, paper towels sprawled all over the floor, some of them soaked with blood. Where it came from, I didn't know and to be honest, I didn't want to know. There was blood running down the basin as well, the tap was still running, the sink filled to the brim with red water...
I was going to be sick
"Bloody hell Paul" said John, "What have you done?"
Paul curled up like a mouse, shivering as John placed a comforting hand on his back. He was trembling so hard it was like he'd been shocked.
"Paul, what happened? Why are you bleeding?"
Paul suddenly uncurled and started crawling backwards away from us.
"Leave me alone" he said in a fearful tone
"Just leave me alone!"
He pushed past me and ran down the hall, and i heard the bedroom door slam shut in the distance. I eyed John nervously. We followed the dreadful wails coming from the bedroom and found Paul with his face plunged into his pillow, sobbing as if his heart was about to be ripped apart. The smell hit me first; the raw stench of human blood. It was all over the bedsheets, some of it dried, some of it still dripping onto the floor.
I watched as John rested his head on the pillow next to Paul, trying to see his face. I sat gingerly on the side of the bed, gently rubbing Paul's back comfortingly.
"Paulie?" John said softly, "What's wrong?"
Paul sat up then, throwing his arms around John and sobbing into his neck. John let him cry, rocking him gently like a baby. I always felt uncomfortable when people cried so I just sat there watching Paul in John's arms, shifting uneasily.
When Paul finally got to the stage where he'd run out of tears, he opened his mouth and stammered, "John..."
"Sssh, Macca. It's okay I'm here"
"I need to t-talk to you...a-alone"
John glanced at me and I gave Paul one final reassuring pat on the back before leaving the room.
I closed the door and sighed, wishing I knew what they were saying. Now I am not one to eavesdrop but I was concerned for my friend so I pressed my ear against the door, trying to make out what they were talking about. I was cut short when I felt a slap on my arse which frightened me so much I leapt back. Stuart chuckled meanly.
"Bein a bit nosy aren't ya, Baby?" he said.
I blushed, rubbing the sore patch on my backside.
"You oughta be careful" and he came up close to me, so I could feel the heat of his breath, "Someone might try to steal tha little arse of yours one day"
He smirked, patted my cheek and then went into the bedroom.
I felt like I was going to cry.