I'm so sorry that I've been missing from writing. I've been busy and hitting roadblocks whenever I sit down to write. This just came up in my head one day and I had to write it down. It's just a glimpse and hopefully if you all like it, I'll continue. I'll try to get back to the other stories but I thought I just post it. Anyways, this is after Christian leaves when he finds out Ana is pregnant.
Anastasia
I heard the elevator ding as it opened and closes, announcing the arrival of someone. I open my eyes, sit up, and peer into the darkness that has enveloped the great room. I hear feet shuffling and keys being dropped onto the breakfast bar in the kitchen. The one light that is shining from the corner of the room and I can make out the silhouette of Christian.
His hands are planted on the breakfast bar where his keys are laying and his head is hung low. I stare at him as the silence between entices the tension between us.
He turns around and his eyes land on me. He walks over to the switch and powers on the lights to illuminate the entire room. He comes to stand before the step down into the living room. I pull the blanket that Mrs. Jones must have left for me around my shoulders as I wait for him to say something.
He continues to stare at me with those cold eyes that used to light up at the sight of me. it's only now that I can see he's been drinking. The stench of alcohol is now prominent. His shirt is half untucked and his jacket collar is straightened up like he's been trying to shield himself from the cold.
His hands are steady by his side, hair tussled, and he finally breaks the silence. "I want you…" he takes a pause as if contemplating his words. "I want you to leave."
In all my life, I'd never thought my heart can break into such small pieces. Not even when I left him after he whipped me. I wasn't expecting those words to come from him. Not too long he begged me to never leave him and now he's telling me to leave.
"Christian-" he raises his hand to interrupt me.
"Take your time to gather your things. I'll have Sawyer take you back to your apartment. I'll file for divorce in the morning."
That last sentence struck me and I start crying. He's finally seen it. He's finally seen the truth that I knew I was right about all along. He needs his dominance and I can't give it to him especially not with a baby.
"I'm sorry Ana." He whispers before walking away from me. I don't know how long I sat there on the couch, crying my heart out into the blanket.
Christian
I stop halfway to our room. Her cries stab at my heart, knowing full well that I caused them. My heart starts to ache and everything in my body is telling me to run back to comfort her. I fight that urge and lean against the wall. This is for her own good, for my own good. I should have never let it go this far.
I slide down and draw my legs up, torturing myself as I listened to her cry. I draw my hands to either side of my head and drown myself in misery. Closing my eyes; for the first time in who knows how long, I wept into my own arms.