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Chapter One:

It has been two weeks. Slowly, I have gathered the pieces for my plan to work. I have managed to purchase and safely store away the pieces that will play a part in my escape. My sub conscious bitch slaps my inner goddess into submission and stands up, giving me a smug look as my libido lays crumpled on the floor in defeat.

That's right! He had his chance and he blew it. Money cannot buy you everything Steele, least of all your love and trust.

I take in a deep breath and blow out the air slowly. Right, time to get this show on the road, Christian will not be back until much later today. He has been away on business often since I dropped the bombshell on him, avoiding me at all costs. I know that he left with Charlie Tango early this morning and won't be back until at least 15h00.

I haven't seen him in fourteen days but I know he has seen me. I could feel his presence in my room on the nights he wasn't travelling but I would simply ignore him and continue to feign sleep. We have emailed and text messaged but nothing more than that. I have moved all my stuff into my old bedroom. The one he used to use for all of his subs, my subconscious reminds me, every chance she gets.

Swallowing thickly to avoid the onslaught of continuous tears, I stand up and sneak a quick glance at my Blackberry. There's an email from Christian. Sighing heavily, I open it and immediately my anger flares, just as it has done every other morning since our unspoken separation.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Unwelcomed guests

Date: 18 September 2011, 06h24

To: Anastasia Grey

Who is she?

Mrs Jones will have breakfast ready for you. You need to eat, you're losing weight. It's not just you now.

Get some more sleep after lunch, you look exhausted.

Don't forget, we are having dinner tonight at my parent's house. I will pick you up at 17h00. Your outfit is laid out on our bed.

Christian Grey, CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I look over at sleeping beauty and feel guilty about using Christian's money to pay her for her services. You gave him everything and he betrayed you. You owe him nothing. You're a strong, independent woman who deserves more. Little Blip deserves more. Hitting the reply button, I send Christian a short email.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: It's Called a Friend

Date: 18 September 2011, 07h08

To: Christian Grey

Something you obviously know nothing about.

Shower first, breakfast when I'm done.

I will see you at 17h00.

Anastasia

That first line is bound to piss him off. Good, he and his twitching palm deserve it. I feel guilty about the lie but don't allow the feeling to penetrate for too long. I still cannot believe he ran into the arms of that paedophile, bitch troll creature the same night I shared the news of Little Blip. Tears pool in my eyes at the memory of how hurt I was at his rejection of Little Blip – of us. Even worse was when he passed out from all the alcohol, only to discover that, not only had he resorted to hard alcohol at what was supposed to be wonderful news but, he had run back into his ex's arms. I felt so numb, so dead inside.

Why Christian? Why did you do it? When he refused to be forthcoming and honest with me about his unfaithful actions, I refused to approach him. If he couldn't tell me on his own then it would always be like this. He will never be able to tell me or quite possibly, even admit to himself the wrongness of his actions. This will eventually lead to infidelity. I always knew, deep down, that I would never be enough. Anastasia Steele was never enough for Christian Grey. He would always need more than I could ever give to him.

I knew then that I had to get out. This is not the kind of life I want. This is not what Christian and I had vowed to one another. I do not want Little Blip growing up in an environment where all of his ex-subs and past relations can come and go as they please. I do not want Little Blip surrounded by or continuously exposed to those kinds of people. While I may not be enough for him, I definitely deserve to be treated better than some mildly amusing play toy.

I need to create a safe, loving environment for our baby, my baby. He wants nothing to do with Little Blip and nothing to do with you as long as you hold onto this precious, innocent life, my subconscious utters the ugly truth of my situation.

Feeling the first tear escape and trickle down my face is enough to spring me into motion. Once I am done in the shower, I don a replica of the dress she arrived in last night and apply all the pieces I had hidden away two weeks ago, adding make up and green contact lenses to perfect the look.

"Wow," she says softly with a huge smile on her lips, "you look just like me, Steele."

Standing up, I twirl around and give her a mini show. "I have transformed into a beautiful, green-eyed, blonde bombshell. My plan cannot fail."

Kimberley's eyes sadden. She flashes me a pained expression and opens up her arms to me. I fall into them and begin to sob as she rocks us, trying to soothe the pain, holding onto me tightly. "Oh Ana, I am so sorry that you feel you need to do this. You deserve so much more than what life has dealt you. You are stronger than anybody gives you credit for, Anastasia Steele. Little Blip could not have asked for a better mother."

My only response is a weak nod and a strangled sob. If only he or she could have a father. If only Christian wanted this baby – my baby. Best you get that idea out of your head Steele because 'if only' is never going to happen. Steeling myself, I pull back from Kimberley and dry my face. After a few more minutes, I pull myself together.

After touching up my make up, I grab the replica of her handbag and dump the ten thousand dollars into the purse, which is also an exact copy of hers. I put Kimmy's passport into my handbag and take one last look out of the large window.

I could have been Queen of this castle – I should have been. Actually, I was… for a short period of time. I am just not enough for its King. Not enough on my own and too much with Little Blip. Blinking rapidly, I chase away the tears that threaten to fall yet again. It can only get easier, Steele. I keep telling myself this every day and I am praying that one day my words will ring true in my heart.

I walk over to Kimberley and wrap my arms around her slender form. "Thank you, Kimmy." Pulling back enough to look into her eyes, I continue, "I cannot begin to tell you how much this means to me. I hope that the gift I have left in your apartment will be to your liking. It is just a small token of my appreciation." I tell her sincerely, in a quiet voice.

She pulls me closer, holding tightly onto me, "You didn't have to, Ana. You know I would do anything for you. I love you. I'm going to miss you. Kate is going to go berserk when she finds out that you aren't around anymore." I stiffen at her mention of Kate – my best friend. I am going to miss her so damn much. I cannot bear to say goodbye to her in person, "Please make sure she gets my letter, Kimmy. She's my best friend. I am going to miss her dearly. My mom and Ray too, please make sure they are okay when I am gone."

"Oh, Ana," Her words make me swallow the lump in my throat, "I promise."

"Bye, Kimmy."

"Bye, Ana. Be safe. I love you."

'I love you, too."

I pick up my Blackberry, ignoring the unopened email and scroll to Sawyer's number. Pushing it, I listen to the dial tone as I wait for him to pick up.

"Mrs Grey?" He answers, surprise that I am phoning him evident in his voice.

"Hi, Sawyer. I need a favour, please?" I ask as sweetly as I can.

"Ma'am?"

"My friend, Kimberley, slept over last night. Please can you take her home for me? She needs to get ready for work and I don't feel well enough to drive her myself." I look over at Kimmy, who, is getting changed into her dress from last night and walks over to the bathroom once she is done.

"Yes, Mrs Grey. I will meet her in the foyer in five minutes." He waits a few seconds and then adds, "Are you okay, Mrs Grey?"

"I will be, just a little nauseous right now. Thank you, Sawyer."

"My pleasure, Ma'am." He replies politely. I am going to miss Sawyer.

"Sawyer, I am going to take a quick shower and then I am going to lie down for a few more minutes. Please can you tell Mrs Jones that I will be down for breakfast as soon as I am feeling a little better?"

"Yes, Mrs Grey."

"Thank you, Sawyer. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Ma'am."

Hanging up, I turn my Blackberry off without a glance at the offending, unopened email and toss it into the drawer of the bedside table, my wedding ring lying over the folded note. We could have been so happy, Christian. You were enough for me and I wish so desperately, with everything that I am, that I could have been enough for you.

Sliding the drawer closed, I glance at Kimmy's watch and notice that I am behind schedule. "Shit! I have to go Kimmy. Please take care of yourself! Thank you for everything, you have no idea how much all of this means to me."

"Oh, I think I have a fairly good idea, Steele." She says as she gives me a genuine, heart-warming smile, which, I can't help but return. It's infectious. "Your luggage is packed and ready by my front door. I ordered a cab for you that should arrive at 09h00. I have everything covered here. Just have to play the dumb blonde and all that." She waves her hand around and I giggle a little. "I have another key, Ana so, you can keep that one, just in case you ever need a place to stay, okay?"

I nod at her and give her a kiss on her cheek, thanking her once more before I depart. As I make my way down to the foyer, my eyes sweep over every inch of Escala that I pass. I feel a deep sadness settling in my bones, weakening me further. This was my home and it held so many memories of happier times. Forcing back the tears, I let out a heavy sigh and continue until I see Sawyer waiting for 'my friend' – waiting for me.

"Miss Layne." Sawyer greets me and relief floods my system. The disguise is working! I nod my head and smile shyly at him, not wanting to speak and give myself away. Sawyer leads me to the elevator and we make our way down. I look at my beautiful R8 once we are in the garage and bite my tongue to keep any traitorous sound from escaping.

Sawyer pulls up to Kimmy's apartment and climbs out the SUV, coming around and opening my door for me. He helps me out of the vehicle and walks me to the front door.

"Good day, Miss Layne." He says politely. I nod my head and fake another shy smile. I find Kimberley's key and unlock the apartment. Stepping inside, I close the door behind me and watch through the peep hole as Sawyer drives off. "I'm so sorry, Sawyer." I whisper into the stillness of the apartment and lean my head against the door. I know he is going to be out of a job as soon as Christian finds out.

Oh, Fifty!

I nearly jump through the roof, my heart racing a mile a minute when the cab's hooter sounds. I pick up my luggage and, try to steady my heartbeat and calm my nerves. Locking up, I make my way to the vehicle and climb in.

"Airport, please." I tell the cab driver as his eyes burn with lust. I roll my eyes and motion for him to get a move on. That surely would have earned you a good spanking session with Mr Grey. Tearing his hungry gaze away from me, he nods and pulls away. Arriving at the airport, I retrieve my minimal luggage and hand over some cash to the driver. I roll my eyes and head straight for my terminal.

Once I have passed all the airport security without any glitches, I breathe a sigh of relief and board the plane, taking my seat right at the back, in the farthest corner. As soon as we have taken off, I look around to see if anybody is watching me. Thankfully, the seats in my row are all empty. When I feel comfortable enough, I pull out my own passport and look at the stamps that cost me an arm and a leg to get. What you mean to say is, it cost Christian a little fortune. My eyes scan over my name and the flood gates open.

Anastasia Rose Steele

Putting my passport back in my handbag, I place my hand over my tummy and begin to cry silently for everything that I have lost and for all the difficult times that still lay ahead of me.

Oh, Little Blip!

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed that? Please leave a review and let me know if you would like more from Ana's POV next chapter or Christian's?