Chapter one

She is standing in front of the bathroom mere trying to figure out what to do with herself. The things she just saw the things she just felt. He mind races as she splashes a little cold water on her face. Patting her face dry with a hand towel from the side she takes a deep breath and walks back out. Looking at the mess on the floor of her living room she just sighs and starts picking things up. About halfway through cleaning her phone starts ringing. Looking down to see who is calling her she ignores the call and troughs her phone across the room. "I have no desire to speak with you right now" she says in the direction of her phone.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath her mind wanders back just two hours ago. "How could you do something that stupid" he says looking at her right in the eyes. She stares right back at him not backing down on this one.

"It's not stupid, it's something I wanted to do for once and I did it. No I didn't ask for your permission, no I don't plan on it, I'm a grown woman who changed her mind. Hell we are known for its christen" This is not something I plan on backing down on she thinks. I wanted to see a friend I had a few drinks, ok, maybe more than a few.

"I don't care how old you are, I told you I wanted to know where you were going, I told you I wanted you home, you hung up on me and turned your phone off" His voice is getting louder and I start shaking.

"I wanted to go out with a friend I have never stopped you when you go out with anyone, I don't ask you what you're doing every minuet…" I stop just as the vase of flowers that were on the coffee table gets thrown across the room. I duck just in time as glass flies ever ware.

"feel better now" I look over at him rage is etched across his face.

"No I don't I am so mad at you right now. You could have been hurt, don't you ever just stop and think" He grabs my arms right below my shoulders as he yells at me his grip getting tighter.

"Christen your hurting me let go" I look up him, he just grips tighter. I repeat it again and he still does not let go. Finally I feel a crack in my arm and yell out "shit let go of me NOW"

He lets go of me and I go off on him "I don't ever want to hear you yell at me like that again. I have the right to do as I want with my friends; you have better never tell me I can't see my friends, just because you don't have any.." before I can even finish what I'm saying I feel him smack me across my face. I stare up at him silent. How could he do this to me? After everything we have been through.

"Ana I never," I hold my hand up and he stops.

"I don't wana here it. Get out" I say softly. He looks at me shocked and hurt but right now I don't care.

"your kicking me out?"

"yes" I say as strong as I can I will not cry not this time.

"I'm not leaving" he says and puts his fists on his hips.

"Yes you are," I look over to the side of him and call Taylor over who has been watching the whole thing.

"Yes, Mrs. Gray."

"Taylor can you please escort Mr. Gray to a hotel before I call the cops for the assault he just gave me?

Taylor looks to me then turns Christen but before he can even say anything christen turns to grab his jacket. Not saying anything he starts braking things he finds the tv he punches kicking the walls and dust and dirt and wood are every ware by the time he storms out. I let out the breath I have been holding as Taylor goes to follow him.

Coming out of my day dream to the sound of my phone ringing I don't even go over and look at it. Just as I get back to cleaning Taylor walks into the room I'm in looking just a little scared. "Taylor what's wrong?"

"I tried to get him to go some ware else but he is in a bar drinking ma'am" I look at him in a little shock. Before I can ask anything else he says to me "he is alone and I have luke watching over him. He wants to know when Mr. Gray may come home."

I blink up at him trying to figure out all this. "Whenever he moves to leave from the bar he may come home but he is to be taking up to the spare bedroom." He nods his head and turns leaving me alone. I think he knows I need it. I finish cleaning and then go to the bathroom for a well needed hot shower. I'm standing in the bathroom in just my panties and bra and I stare in disbelief at myself in the mirror. I have bruises on my arms when christen grabbed me my face is puffy from his smack and my eye is starting to go purple around it.

I know this will be a long night and even through my anger for him I am worried about him. Mia had told me he drank a lot and fought, so I can't help but worry. I sit on the couch with my book and wait.

I don't know how long it has been but I had been sleeping. I don't know what wakes me but then I hear it,a crash of glass from behind me. " Shit" christen says.

He is very drunk and is having issues standing. He starts stumbling towards me a big grin on his face and he is giggling. I don't think he even knows I'm here right now. Then he stops right in front of me reaches out and grabs my waste. Then he looks up at me.

His face doesn't change right away. His eyes sweeping over my face he glances down and sees the marks where he grabbed me. He lets me go taking a step back, his hands fall to his side and he's shaking his head. I take a step towards him and he screams "NO."

Just as the last of the scream leaves his lungs he drops down to his knees, his head bowed, I stare at him not registering what I am seeing. This can't be, no.