Anastasia

A/N: The idea for this story came from the song Sophie by Eleanor McEvoy. Hope you like it. I'm not sure how long it is going to be but I'm starting on chapter 2. Read & Review please. If I'm getting a good vibe from reviews I'll make it longer than two chapters. Hey Everyone who is subscribed to this story, these three chapters were posted again because I went through and corrected some errors, no major changes to the story so its not necessary to reread if you don't wish to!

APOV

I look at my half full plate. I push the food around a couple more times then push my plate forward. Christian throws me a confused glance.

"I'm full. Grace this was very good, but if you'll excuse me I need to use the rest room." I say as I stand.

"Of course dear." Grace smiles. As soon as I'm out of sight I rush up the stairs to the second story bathroom. Turning on the taps I land on my knees and shove my fingers down my throat. The contents of dinner comes rushing out and into the porcelain bowl. My body starts to shake as I continue to rid myself of the food.

CPOV

I watch as Anastasia leaves the table. She looks so much smaller in her white sun dress. "Mom," I say quietly as I look down, "I'm worried about her." This is the only time I can talk to my mother, sitting next to her, unfortunately with everyone around, as after dinner we are heading back to Escala. Unfortunately everyone has heard me and are now looking and listening.

"Christian? Whatever would make you worried?" She asks seriously.

I think back for a minute. Just a week ago we stepped out of the elevator, what is it about elevators, I'll never know. I picked Ana up bridal style to carry her over another threshold. 'You're so beautiful Ana.' I said placing a gentle kiss on her lips them placing her on her feet. Giggling she thanks me and looks down blushing. I frown. 'Anastasia, you're so thin, let's get you a hearty dinner.' Fear flashes across her face but she's quickly composed and smiles.

'No thank you, Gail packed me a big lunch and I had to eat it late because of all the work I had,' she shakes her head, 'I think I'm just going to take a nap, I'm really tired...' she trails off heading to our room. I'm stunned but I make my way to the kitchen and sit at the breakfast bar.

'Hello Gail.' She looks up and smiles.

'Oh hello Christian, I didn't see you there! Dinners almost ready, where's Ana?' She asks curiously.

'She said she ate the big lunch you packed her late and won't be joining for dinner.' Gail looks worried and hesitates.

'Uhm Mr. Grey, I didn't pack Ana lunch today, she said she was going to eat at the deli across the street...' I nod.

'Oh okay.' I say dismissing her from the conversation and she continues to cook dinner. But Ana wouldn't lie to me would she?

"Christian?" Graces call brings me back to the now.

"Well, Ana, she has just been so... secretive and she is so light now. And she lied to me about lunch the other day and she didn't finish her dinner." I trail, looking at her half full plate. Graces' brow furrows as she thinks.

"Christian, I think you have to talk to her. I... I think she might be developing an eating disorder." She says sadly. I hear Elliot quietly say 'You're joking.' And Mia looks like she could cry. "I've seen girls with them at the hospital, it's not pretty, and you need to talk to her." I shake my head.

"No, she'll hate me accusing her of having a.. an eating disorder!" I say outraged.

"Christian, you have to, or she could die." Carrick speaks up this time. I sigh and nod as an image of Ana lying in a hospital bed all boney and dependant on IV's to keep her alive fills my head. Someone's hand clutches my shoulder and I shrug them off. "Christian?" I hear Ana's beautiful voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up and she's there, pulling her in, I hug her around the waist from where I'm sitting.

APOV

I flush the toilet and wash my mouth out. My skin looks so pale and my eyes look so tired in the mirror. Sighing I make my way back downstairs, I've been in the bathroom way to long. I see Christian and I smile, he's facing away and looking down at his plate. Even the back of him is beautiful. I put my hand on his shoulder, he shrugs me off. "Christian?" I ask hurt. He looks up and I see his eyes lighten up a fraction. He pulls me in by the waist and hugs me. "Christian, I'm not feeling well..."

"Would you like me to check you over darling?" It's the first time I notice Grace and the rest of the family are still around the table.

"No thank you. I think I just need to go home and lay down." Grace nods and stands to walk us to the door. Christian grabs my jacket and wraps it around me. The rest of the family had joined us and Christian kisses his mother on both cheeks and shakes his father's hand as I hug each member in turn. Christian gabs and squeezes my hand as we walk down the drive way to the car where Taylor is waiting. Christian opens my door and I scoot in. Then he walks around to where Taylor has opened his door and he crawls in beside me. He pulls me into his lap and I relax against him. The ride home is quiet and I know Christian is thinking about something but it is useless to ask so I just enjoy his embrace. Before I know it we're outside Escala and Taylor is helping us out of the car. The door man greets us as we make our way to the elevator. Christian steps aside and ushers me in first. "Thanks" I mumble awkwardly. Christian nods and punches in the pass code for the penthouse. The elevator shoots up and bings as the doors open to our foyer.

"What would you like to do?" I hear Christian ask.

"I think I'm going to take a bath." "I'll join." He says striding past me. I follow and when I reach the bathroom Christian has the running and the smell of vanilla fills my nose. I watch as Christian strips. "See something you like Mrs. Grey?" I hum in affirmation. He smirks. "You're far to overdressed." He says sliding my dress up and over my head. His eyes rack over my body and land on my ribs. His face looks as if he is in pain, he slides my panties down and unhooks my bra. He sighs and helps me into the bath then slide in behind me. My eyes flutter closed and I feel him start to massage my shoulders and soon I'm dozing off. The water sloshes as Christian tries to drain the tub.

"How long have I been out?" I ask. His hand starts rubbing my back.

"Not long but we should get you to bed, you look exhausted." I nod and we go through the night routine and climb in bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out again.