This story begins in Fifty Shades Freed, chapter 22. There is a bit of lead-in from the original book to help orient you. The horizontal rule is the start of my original content.
Note: I know this is a super-short chapter, but I start changing the story at the VERY END of this chapter in the book and I didn't want to reprint too much of the book. This is the only non-original content in the story!
Chapter 22
"Get out," Elizabeth snaps, yanking the rear passenger door open.
Shit. As I clamber out, my legs are shaking so hard I wonder if I can stand. The cool late afternoon breeze carries the scent of the coming fall and the chalky, dusty smell of derelict buildings.
"Well, lookee here." Jack emerges from a small, boarded-up doorway on the left of the building. His hair is short. He's removed his earrings and he's wearing a suit. A suit? He ambles toward me, oozing arrogance and hate. My heart rate spikes.
"Where's Mia?" I stammer, my mouth so dry I can hardly form the words.
"First things first, bitch," Jack sneers, coming to a halt in front of me. I can practically taste his contempt. "The money?"
Elizabeth is checking the bags in the trunk. "There's a hell of a lot of cash here," she says in awe, zipping and unzipping each bag.
"And her cell?"
"In the trash."
"Good," Jack snarls, and from nowhere he lashes out, backhanding me hard across the face. The ferocious, unprovoked blow knocks me to the ground, and my head bounces with a sickening thud off the concrete. Pain explodes in my head, my eyes fill with tears, and my vision blurs as the shock of the impact resonates, unleashing agony that pulses through my skull.
I scream a silent cry of suffering and shocked terror. Oh no — Little Blip. Jack follows through with a swift, vicious kick to my ribs, and my breath is blasted from my lungs by the force of the blow. Scrunching my eyes tightly, I try to fight the nausea and pain, to fight for a precious breath. Little Blip, Little Blip, oh my Little Blip —
"That's for SIP, you fucking bitch!" Jack screams.
I pull my legs up, huddling into a ball and anticipating the next blow. No. No. No.
"Jack!" Elizabeth screeches. "Not here. Not in broad daylight for fuck's sake!"
He pauses.
"The bitch deserves it!" he gloats to Elizabeth. And it gives me one precious second to reach around and pull the gun from the waistband of my jeans. Shakily, I aim at him, squeeze the trigger, and fire.
"Jesus!" I hear Elizabeth hazily.
I blink. Did it connect? Did I hit him? I guess not, he's advancing on me. I fire a second shot, and another, this one grazes his leg and he winces, slowing momentarily.
Elizabeth is screaming, or is it me. I can't see anymore, my vision is black and everything I feel is pain. I can't hear the screams. There's no sense anymore except the pain, so I let myself drift towards oblivion.
