If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 24

Hi to all the lovely Beatle people! Finally an update! I'm still struggling with writer's block, and I'm taking it day by day. The "delete" key on my keyboard is getting a real workout. But I wanted to just send out a warning because there is some physical violence in this chapter, so don't read this if it would trigger you. So on to George and Annie---and happy birthday, dear, sweet George! Many thanks to you for stopping by to catch up with the story! Enjoy! Lara

May/June, 1976

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"It's 500 degrees in this barn, Steven. Can we get the fuck out of here?" Annie groaned, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Shut up," he snapped back. "You've turned into a big whiner."

"Yes, I have," she agreed, head bobbing. "So let me go back to George, who loves my whining."

"Forget it."

"Steven what are you going to do with me?" she asked, looking at him as though he was a lunatic. "I'm almost 8 months pregnant, for crissakes. I guess you could use me as a buoy."

"You know, I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you. You don't know me anymore, Annie. I'm capable of nearly stabbing a man to death. I wouldn't fuck with me if I were you." Steven paced back and forth like a caged animal, looking out the crack in the door periodically.

"You gonna kill me, Steven? Kill me and my baby? You tried for 10 years to kill me and here I am. Give it your best shot," Annie barked, facing him with her hands boldly placed where her hips used to be.

Steven leaned his gnarly face into hers. "I'm gonna keep you, you stupid bitch."

"You need a little breath mint, Steven," Annie grinned. "Keep me? Keep me and raise another man's baby? You didn't want to raise your own baby."

"Oh, we won't keep any baby. I've got plans for that baby."

"Really? And where will I deliver this baby, Ben Casey?"

"You are under the impression that I have an ounce of humanity left," he said smartly. "Here's an update. I don't. I don't care if either one of you dies because I will have you and he won't."

"He? George?"

"Yes."

"What have you got against George? He never did a god dam thing to you."

"Fucking smart ass, rich, cocky bastard," he answered, his voice hard with anger.

"Stupid, he worked his ass off and shed a lot of blood for what he has. No one handed him anything. It's all his sweat and tears."

Steven walked over to her, swung his arm out and followed through, cracking Annie in the face. "Don't call me 'stupid'."

Annie covered her cheek with her hand. She would rather die than give him any satisfaction that he hurt her. "Right. Got it."

"And here's a memo. You better cooperate with me or your fucking Beatle is a dead man. You got it? I'll shoot him. I'll stab him. I'll poison his god dam tea. I'll win next time."

Annie looked up at Steven and saw the hate and cruelty on his face.

"I hope all 3 of you die," he whispered low and mercilessly. "I truly don't give a fuck. Then I win. I'll die a happy man. But in the meantime, you're gonna treat me like god dam royalty if you want that Beatle husband and his spawn to survive. Your worthless lives are right in the palm of my hand."

Annie stayed mute. She simply couldn't let him hurt George or the baby. She couldn't have it. And she would do absolutely anything to keep George and their baby safe. Anything.