Wow, I start my last ever band camp tomorrow morning. It's kind of sad, really. :P

The point of that was that I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write after today. I've got two weeks of camp then school starts right after that…but I shall continue! I've kept up my vow, and I've continued to stay at least three chapters ahead of what's going on here on paper. :]

Anyway, here we begin part dos of this story! :D

Disclaimer: Annabelle.

Part 2: Beatles for Sale

Chapter 7: Kansas City/ Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey!

4 weeks later

The week before they left for their tour was spent packing and preparing for the trip. They were going all over Great Britain and apart from the situation at hand; they were all pretty excited about it. Even Paul and Anna seemed to cheer up a bit, but they still wouldn't speak to each other. Whether it was from anger or fear or if they were both just really upset, the others were unsure.

Brian and Mr. George weren't told about the problems that the couple were having in an attempt to make sure the press wouldn't find out about it. If the world knew that the famous McCartney couple was having relationship issues, all hell would break loose and that was not something any of them needed. They tried to act like everything was fine, but the most they did was sit next to each other and John was almost always on Anna's other side. Ever since the "break-up" she seemed to attach herself to John. Paul watched her actions closely; they weren't dating, but it was almost like Anna needed John to keep herself together, stable. Her hands shook, and no matter how much make-up she wore, he could still see that her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. He could hear her crying at night, she woke him every night with her sobs. He could tell she was trying to be quiet, but it still woke him. He didn't sleep very well, or very much these days anyway. On one hand, he was almost grateful for it; if that was the word he was looking for. It woke him from his nightmares. Every night it was the same thing and he didn't know how much longer he could take them. The last thing she ever said to him repeated in his head over and over again.

"I thought you trusted me."

Of course, sometimes he wished that he could stay there in his nightmare instead of coming back to reality. Waking up meant listening to Anna's real crying across the way and that was almost worse. He sighed and rubbed his face. They were in the limo, fresh off the plane from London with Brian and Mr. George. Brian looked at him.

"Paul, are you alright?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." he played it off, "Just a bit sleepy, ya know."

"Right." He eyed him suspiciously and Paul faked a smile, hoping that it would be enough to drop the subject. It was and Brian returned to his conversation with Mr. George. Paul turned back to Anna, John, George and Ringo. They were talking like there was absolutely nothing wrong and he wasn't really sure how he felt about it. He wanted to fix it, but he wasn't sure how to go about doing it. He was willing to do anything, everything, whatever it took. He stole a glance at Anna out of the corner of his eye. She was latched onto John's arm and Paul didn't think they could be any closer. She was smiling, but not with her eyes. He wondered how she felt about the predicament they'd found themselves in. Did she want to fix it as much as he did? He sighed and his mind wandered to almost a month ago when they all moved into the flat, having a good time at Abbey Road. All his troubles seemed so far away then. He and Anna were happy, as were the lads. But now it seemed those troubles were here to stay. What Paul needed was a place to hide away, a place to be on his own and think. He chuckled, as if he hadn't done that enough. That's all he'd been doing for a month. About that time they arrived at the hotel and checked in to their rooms.

"So, who's gonna share with Paul and Belle this time around?" Mr. George teased.

"It's John's turn." George and Ringo chorused and made a break for the other room.

"Crawlers!" John called with his arm around Anna's waist. She and Paul laughed and their eyes met for a second. Paul took this chance to try and communicate how sorry he was, but something caught him off guard. He could read so many emotions in those eyes he missed so much. Confusion, longing, uneasiness, a hint of hope. But what really bothered him was what was so prominent not just from her eyes, but from her body language. The reason for her shakiness, her stuttering, and the reason she cried at night, why she attached herself to John. It all made sense to Paul in that one moment.

Fear.

There was fear in those green eyes. Anna was scared; he would even go as far as terrified. He didn't blame her, he was scared, too.

Later that night, Paul awoke from the same nightmare drenched in cold sweat. He lay there listening to Anna's quiet sobs from the bed she shared with John, who'd already woke and pulled her closer. It killed Paul to feel so helpless. Shit, he knew it was his fault that she was crying. He sighed and threw the blankets off of him, standing and heading for the desk where his notebook lie, just where he'd left it. He sat down and began to write. Unbeknownst to him, John was still awake, watching him. He sat up on his elbow and watched the bass player take a deep breath and rub his face with his hands. He'd been doing that a lot lately, almost as if it stopped him from crying or it helped him keep his calm. John made a face and sighed, lying back down and snuggling close to Anna. They needed to get through this, he could see them slowly slipping further and further into depression and it worried him. He didn't want to lose his two best mates and it was getting clear that they were slipping away. Paul was avoiding Anna, afraid of hurting her again and even though Anna was always with him, John could tell she wasn't there. If Paul was going to do anything, he better do it fast, or there wasn't going to be anybody there to fix things with.