The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| George |

Maisa was reading a book in her chair in the living room when a huge banging sound came from the door.
Marisa's heart rate rose and she started to feel panicked as she gingerly rushed to the door to see who was there.
Through the door slot she saw an unknown man who looked pretty upset.
She immediately thought the worst of things and ran to the kitchen to call George.
Luckily, he picked up on the second ring. "Hello, darling." He said.
"George, I think someone is trying to get into the house." Maisa whispered, panic noticeable in her room. Just as she said that, the man began to bang on the living room window, trying to get into the house.
"George! He's going to break the window. What do I do, Georgie, I'm scared!" Maisa cried, tears falling down her cheeks as she felt an anxiety attack coming.
"Maisa! Deep breaths, darling. I'm on my way." George said, trying to calm his love but also to convince himself everything would be ok. He was very nervous, but he wanted to stay strong for her.
"Boys, I got to go." George said, quickly but carefully putting his guitar on the ground.
"Why?!" John asked, annoyed.
"Someone's trying to break into the house. Maisa just called me." George said, hurrying out of the door.
"Wait!" John yelled.
"What? I have to go!" George strained,  fear encapsulated in his eyes.
"We're coming. Come on, lads. Let's go fuck this bloke up." John smirked.
Ringo and Paul looked at each other, shrugging. They all ran out of the studio, hopping into George's car and driving to Maisa's house.
Maisa locked herself in the bathroom, unsure of what to do.
She heard the window break open, and she covered her mouth to contain her sobs.
  "Where is she? I want to get my hands on her." The man cackled.
  The presumably ugly man made his way throughout the house, looking for Maisa. Maisa was scared out of her mind.
All of a sudden, there was a hard thump on the bathroom door.
"Alright. You don't want to come out here, you slut? Well then I'm just gonna have to kick the door down." The man snickered ruthlessly.
Maisa heard the door bust open, and she was met with a slightly chubby, ugly man.
"Hey, there." He snarled, snickering.
"I have a gun." She squeaked.
"So do I." He chuckled. He clamped his hand over her mouth. It smelled disgusting.
"Don't you dare make noise or I'll put a bullet in your head." He warned her.
Tears filled Maisa's eyes as they widened with panic. The man then proceeded to take Maisa's clothes off, and when Maisa struggled to break free, he wrapped his hands around her throat, cutting off her breathing just enough to quiet her down.
Maisa got more panicked, if that was even possible.
The man slapped Maisa when she made a small noise, threatening the gun again. His grip on her hips made bruises, and it hurt bad. Maisa was sobbing silently, praying to God and begging for George.
Just as he was about to take off her undergarments, the man was being taken away. The grip on Maisa's through finally loosened and was no more.
"Hey!" The man protested.
Maisa was very confused, but then she made eye contact with Ringo. She gave him a weak smile of "thank you" as she hugged her knees as to not reveal herself. He gave her a sad, sympathetic smile and whacked the man on the side of the head, making Maisa slightly giggle. Ringo smiled. Once he was gone with the man, Maisa stood up, opening the bathroom closet and wrapping a towel around herself.
She heard a lot of punching that seemed to be coming outside. Meanwhile, a figure appeared in the doorway. Maisa shielded herself.
"Mais, it's me, darling. It's George." George said in a relieved, but also kind of pleading voice.
Maisa walked towards him and clung to George, her panic attack still in full blow, but slightly calmed now that she realized George was here.
"You're fine, you're fine." He said, his voice loaded with pain and panicked as Maisa gripped him so tightly, so tight, but even then she thought she wasn't close enough to him.
"George-I-I can't-b-breathe." She sobbed, hyperventilating.
George held her shoulders firmly.
"Love, breathe with me. In...out." He ordered, lifting her chin up to make eye contact with her.
His heart pained to see her in this state. Tread marks of tears stained her face with even more tears cascading down her pale skin.
After Maisa balanced out her breathing, she wrapped her arms around George's neck and sobbed.
"Calm down darling. Everything's ok. You're safe now." George soothed her.
"He-he broke the window, and he called me a slut. He said he had a gun and would shoot me if I made a noise. Then he took my clothes off. Thank goodness you guys came before anything happened. He tried to rape me George. He tried to rape me! Oh, George, it was awful. I had the most terrible anxiety. I couldn't breathe and I thought he was going to kill me." Maisa bawled; gripping onto George harder and burying her face in his chest, her body shaking and trembling as she cried.
"He did what?!" George yelled, getting angry.
"I'll be right back." He told her. He ran outside to see the man who almost tried to kill the love of his life.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" He punched him.
"I tried to screw her. Didn't work. Guess she's not a slut after all. Just a boring ugly bird." The man grinned evilly, blood streaming out of his nose and and lip.
"DON'T EVER CALL HER THAT! DON'T." Punch. "TOUCH HER." Punch. "OR COME NEAR HER." Hard punch. "EVER AGAIN. YOU HEAR ME? DON'T COME BACK HERE OR I WILL END YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" George yelled, getting up and dusting himself off.
He took a deep breath. "I'm going to go check on Maisa. Thanks for helping, boys." George said.
The boys nodded. "We'll call the coppers for ya, don't worry Georgie." John nodded.
George smiled with gratefulness and walked back into the house to Maisa.
"What did he do?" He asked, getting mad again.
"George, don't get mad, please." Maisa said, panicky again.
"I'm not love, don't worry." George told her, caressing her hands with his thumbs.
Maisa showed him the red marks on her throat, which looked bad, like they would be bad bruises. "And there are marks on my hips."
George looked at her for consent to unwrap the towel, and she hesitantly nodded, even though George would never do anything to hurt her and she was comfortable with him.
He started to remove the towel and all of a sudden Maisa flinched, moving it back around her.
George looked her in the eyes, and tears clouded Maisa's orbs again.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." She said, confused and frazzled.
"It's ok, love. Want to do it yourself?" George asked. Maisa nodded and revealed her body, which was covered in red marks, especially her hips. That had to hurt immensely, and the marks would turn into bruises soon.
  George's eyes filled with tears. He felt so bad for her. He thought he was going to lose her. He was just relieved she was ok physically. He felt terrible she wasn't ok mentally.
"I can't believe that happened to me." She said, tears forming in her eyes once more.
George pulled her in. He needed to hug her. He needed to convince himself she was safe. She was here. She was alive.
He stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her hair. "You're safe now, love. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." He whispered, holding her head and soothing her.
Paul, John, and Ringo appeared in the door way after a while. Maisa had calmed down and was now trying to rub her eyes and face to make it look like she hadn't been crying.
"We killed him." John said.
"What?!" You and George looked at him.
"I'm kidding! You should have seen your faces!l John laughed, earning a very stern glare from George, which surprised the lead member.
"Sorry. That's not funny. Don't worry, Mais. We beat him up real good. He won't be coming back here. We called the police on him." John told you.
"Yeah. And, they can't yell at us for beating him up. We're the Beatles. Also, it was out of self defense." Paul grinned.
"But most importantly, are you ok, darling?" Ringo asked you, genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine, Rings, thank you. And thank you all for helping me." You smiled at the boys and then at George.

....

Maisa was in a deep trance with her book when she heard a noise from the side of the room. She panicked, scurrying away from her chair. She ran to the other side of the room as tears filled her eyes.
"Mais, it's just me!" George said, coming up to her and engulfing her in a hug, wiping her tears with his thumbs.
"Calm down, love. Breathe." George said. Eventually, Maisa was fine again.
"I'm sorry, George. I just get scared whenever I hear something now. I think...I think I have PTSD or something. And to be honest...ever since the incident, I've felt...worthless." She sighed.
"Hey, listen to me," George told her softly, "You can get help for that, love. From now on, I want you coming to the studio when you're off from work. If John can bring Yoko then I don't see why I can't bring you. But you are never worthless. You are the mover valuable person. You are gorgeous and absolutely stunning. Don't let that ugly loser of a man take that away from you." George said, caressing your face with his thumbs, his eyes substantially wide.
"Ok. Thank you, Georgie. I love you." Maisa smiled softly.
"I love you too, my darling." George kissed her.
"I think it's time to go to bed now." George smiled, leading Maisa.
"Oh, George, I really-"

"Not that, love. I'm talking about cuddles." George sang on the word "cuddles".
"Ohh. I'd love that." Maisa smiled, giggling.
Her and George were already in their pajamas, so they hopped right into bed, Maisa wincing as the bed made contact with her body. George's heart ached for her.
"How do you want to sleep so you feel safest?" George asked her, tracing patterns on her hand.
"I think-I think I want to lay this way." Maisa faced the wall. "Unless you want me to cuddle you?" Maisa smiled.
"No. I want to keep my love safe. Plus, I love cuddling you more than you cuddling me because I get to hold you all night." He smiled, making Maisa kiss him.
Maisa laid down, wincing from the bruises on her body, and George frowned as he wrapped his arms around her waist softly and cautiously, pulling her in close and resting his head on her right shoulder.
He started to sing softly to you.

I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say
When you're here
All those words, they seem to slip away...

When I get near you
The games begin to drag me down
It's all right
I'll make you maybe next time around....

"That's beautiful, Georgie." You whispered.
"Thank you love. Now get some rest." George pecked your cheek, making you giggle and sigh in content.
You drifted off to sleep, knowing that the love of your life was there to protect you, always and forever.