A/N: Hi guys! So it's my first time writing for this fandom, and first person isn't really my expertise (or writing for that matter). Anyway, I decided to take a swing at this storyline, and here's the result. I don't own Fifty Shades of Grey, and as always, all mistakes are mine. :)

Fifty Shades: The Break-Up
Chapter 1

It's day five of post Christian Grey, and I am a complete mess. I can barely hold it together at work, and it doesn't help that Claire always asks me if I'm fine. I probably look like I've been to hell and back. Day three had been by far, the worst. Getting those flowers from him just opened all the flood gates. It's not getting any better either. They say time heals all wounds, but I don't think it applies to my situation. God, I hope I'm wrong.

"Hello? Earth to Ana." Claire says as she waves a hand in front of me. I really have got to stop zoning out. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asks. We are at the deli shop across the street to pick-up some lunch. If it were me, I'd skip yet another meal, but Claire had insisted that I get something. She said I looked dangerously pale. She dismissed anything I had to say, and here we are.

I offer her a small nod, not really paying attention to what was happening around us. My mind starts to drift to Christian again. I can imagine how mad he'd be if he found out I hadn't been eating right.

"So what are you getting?" I hear Claire ask as she looked up at the menu. "Sandwich? A sub?" She eyes me, and I can't help but pay attention to her question, I almost wanted to laugh. The irony does not escape me.

"I'll have a clubhouse sandwich, to go." I place my order. We go back to SIP lunch bags in hand. I know I won't be eating any of this, but at least I got Claire off of my back. As I lounge back into my chair, my e-mail pings. Curious to know who it's from, I immediately open it, thinking it could be from Kate. Oh, how wrong I was.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8, 2011 14:05
To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia,

Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers?

I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you—should you wish. Let me know.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

So he's offering me rides now? My subconscious sneers. But soon enough, the gravity of his e-mail dawns on me. Why is he doing this? Doesn't he know he's done enough damage? Still doing damage? I try to force back the tears that are threatening to fall. You don't need him in your life, Ana, my subconscious chides. On the other corner, my inner goddess rolls her eyes. Who are you kidding?

Taking a deep breath I re-read his e-mail. After re-reading it again and again, my subconscious finally wins out. I type my reply to Christian.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8, 2011 14:25
To: Christian Grey

Christian,

I hadn't had the chance to thank you for the flowers. They're very beautiful. Thank you.

I will no longer be attending Jose's show and won't be needing a ride. Thank you for your kind offer.

Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP

There, formality is the best way to go. I'm still going to Jose's show. I'll take the bus, or whatever, but Christian doesn't need to know about this. If I know him, he'll just insist on taking me, and I'm not very sure how I'd handle myself if we come face to face. My body language always seems to fail me when it comes to him.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when my e-mail pings again.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8, 2011 14:27
To: Anastasia Steele

I'm glad you liked them, but they're not as beautiful as you.

Why are you not attending? Is it not important to your friend that you be there?

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

What is he up to? My subconscious sneers again. My inner goddess has been battling her since I walked out of Escala five days ago. He wants to see you, genius, my inner goddess chides. I let out a frustrated laugh, close my e-mail and focus at the tasks at hand. I cannot deal with this right now. Not when I'm at work.

I've been asked by my boss to provide summaries for a few chapters for a couple of manuscripts. Honestly, work is the only thing that's keeping me sane right now, and it is a very welcome distraction. By 5PM, I have handed the final drafts to Jack and prepared to head back to the apartment.

"Hey Ana, we're going for a couple of drinks, do you want to come with?" Jack offers, but I'm really not in the mood to go out right now, or in the near future.

"I think I'll pass Jack, maybe next time?" I give him a small smile, as I turn him down. He seems nice enough not to push and lets me off the hook for now.

"Okay, maybe next time. I'll see you tomorrow." He says before walking out of the office leaving me to myself.

I mindlessly make my way back to mine and Kate's apartment. It doesn't feel right as I lay on my bed. Kate won't be back for another two weeks. What I'd do to have my best friend with me right now. But I guess this is - for the lack of a better term - okay, at least she won't pry me for details. Nobody wants to be on the other end of the Kate Kavanaugh inquisition.

I close my eyes, and once again, I'm taken back to that scene in the playroom five days ago. It wasn't the physical pain that scared me the most. It was the fact that he feels pleasure in hurting me. I don't think I will ever understand that feeling, that need to hurt someone only to fulfill your desires. Unknowingly, I've soaked my shirt in tears again. Sleep won't be coming anytime soon.

I awake to the sound of the doorbell ringing. I check my clock, and it's a quarter past nine. I bolt right up, then I realize it's Saturday and it's Jose's show later. Getting sleep last night was a miracle. The sound of the doorbell ringing again startles me. Who could it be?

I'm in my pajamas, and a tear soaked shirt - thankfully, it's dry now. I look through the peep hole, and I have no idea who's standing behind the door. Quickly, I grab a hair tie and pull my hair in a less than acceptable bun. I try to school my features, then open the door. I look like a complete mess.

"Can I help you?" I ask, eyeing the person in front of me. He smells of soap, and mint, it's kind of...relaxing. He's wearing a white V-neck cotton shirt, and cargo shorts. He stares at me for a moment, as if taking in my features. Suddenly, his expression changes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and there's something about him that makes me believe he shows genuine concern. I eye him suspiciously, and his behavior relaxes. He offers me a smile as he scratched the back of his head. His teeth are pearly white, his hair ashy blonde, and his eyes are the clearest of blues. His jaw line might as well been chiseled by Picasso.

"Right, I'm Jeremy, I live next door, and I brought you something to eat." He tells me and shrugs, like it's the most normal thing to do. I stare at him questioningly, and as if reading my mind, he continues. "Just wanted to welcome you to the complex." He says, then pushing what he brought towards me. "It's lasagna." He adds.

Before I even make a bigger fool of myself, I recover and accept it.

"Thanks." I say and he nods with a smile. A black SUV driving away catches my attention, but I immediately dismiss it. "I'm Ana." I say, and I extend my hand. His hand is warm, a little caloused, but still soft to touch. He gives my hand a firm shake. "I'm sorry about...I just woke up." I trail off, as I assessed how I looked.

His eyes widen, as if in alarm. "Shit. I really didn't mean to pry or wake you, I'm sorry." He scratches the back of his head again. It must be a habit.

"It's okay. I was already up when you rung. Do you want to come in?" I offer, although the living room is in no state to be accepting visitors. I didn't want to be rude.

Thankfully, he shakes his head no. He must've sensed my discomfort. "I don't want to be intruding. But I'll see you around. I'll just be next door if you need anything." He smiles a sheepish smile and I force a smile of my own.

"Thanks, I'll see you around." I go inside, and close the door behind me. What just happened? My subconscious is doing a victory dance. I shrug it off, I still need to call Jose. After the third ring, he finally picks up.

"Ana! You finally decide to return my calls!" I'm puzzled by his greeting. No "Hi" or "Hello." Suddenly, I realized that all my calls are still being diverted to the Blackberry. Shit.

"I'm so sorry Jose, I've just been out of it the past couple of days." That would be an understatement.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I sense the alarm in his voice. "Is it that Christian guy? Did he try something on you?" Before my mind even reels about how hypocritical his last question was, I realize that he's just being my friend - the kind who looks out after me.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Anyway, what time do I need to be there?" I ask, hoping he will drop the subject.

"You're still coming?" He says, surprise evident in his tone.

"Of course! It's your first show!" Liar! My inner goddess spats. I really need distractions. I have to stop thinking about Christian. I'm doing it again. Stop this now, Ana!My subconscious chides.

"Well, door opens by 7:30, is that okay for you?" He asks, and I can feel his smile on the phone.

"Alright, see you then. Bye, Jose!" I'm startled with another doorbell ring. Did Jeremy forget something? Without looking who it is, I open the door, surprised to see a delivery man outside.

"I have a package for an Anastasia Rose Steele?" He asks, and he appears a little anxious. I wasn't expecting anything to be delivered. No orders, no anything. My brows furrow. "Can you just sign here, please?" He hands me a pen and the delivery receipt of the package.

"I'm sorry, but you must've mixed up the names?" I tell him and he shakes his head no.

"No ma'am, I was told to have this delivered ASAP, I might lose my job if you don't accept it, and I really need this job." He reasons, almost pleads. He must have a family to support. He then asks me to sign again. I do as I'm told. After his revelation, I can't help but let out a frustrated sigh. There's only one person who can do this.

Retrieving the package, I bring it inside, into the living room to open it. Inside are the things Christian loaned to me. I can't believe he had them delivered to me. I'm starting to get mad. Mad is good.Inside, I find a note. It's typewritten, and it's easy to think that he just had his secretary type it out for him, but the words say otherwise.

Anastasia,

These things were never on loan. They were yours the moment I got them for you. Please don't think otherwise. Don't be stubborn.

I would've had the Audi driven to your apartment, if it would not risk you getting anymore mad than you are. You'll have to take the bus for now. Perhaps we can arrange for Sawyer to drive you to and from work?

I miss you.

Christian

I don't know how to react to his note. I'm livid, I want to hurl this package into him! Don't be stubborn? I gape. What am I, a child? After all that's happened, he has the nerve to ask if his security detail can take me to and from work? What the hell?

And then, there's his last line...he misses me? I don't know how to process it. He makes me so mad. How dare he say that? But does he really? Is he as miserable for the past few days as I had been?

No, I have to stop wondering about that possibility. This is just probably his ploy to get me back in his Red Room of Pain again. My inner goddess is tsk-tsking. Are you stupid?

I can't take this anymore. I need to be free of him. He has to stop doing these things, because I don't know how long I can push him away. I don't even want to, but being in that kind of relationship is pointless. I'll always be afraid of him. What if next time he doesn't stop? I can't fulfill his needs. We can't be what each other needs. Tears run down my face once again. I feel sick. I don't think I can make it to Jose's show after all.

It's a quarter past seven when I wake up from my sob induced slumber. I haven't eaten anything the whole day. I've stored Jeremy's lasagna in the fridge. I turn on the Blackberry, only to check whose calls I've missed. There are a few from Jose, from Tuesday to Thursday. There's also one from Kate, and my mom. Then there's also one from Christian. It's from Monday morning, after I left Escala the night before. It was also probably before he realized all calls are still diverted to this Blackberry. I sigh. He seems to be everywhere, waiting to overwhelm me. The next thing I do is to turn off the divert, but before I can, an e-mail alert catches my eye.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: My Offer Stands
Date: June 8, 2011 17:23
To: Anastasia Steele

Are you really not going? Or you just don't want to see me? If it is the latter, I can have Taylor drive you. You'll be safe that way.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I scowl at his e-mail. It's still from yesterday afternoon. I can't believe he's still acting this way, like he has still control over me. We are no longer together, Christian!I want to shout at him. If that isn't enough, I get another one. It seems to me, that this is newer.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Package
Date: June 8, 2011 22:45
To: Anastasia Steele

I have ordered for some of your things that you've left to be delivered at your apartment tomorrow.

As I am not sure you'll be able to read this by then, I hope that you accept the package. I'd hate for the guy to lose his job.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I am now boiling mad! So he did send them! Of course he did, Ana.My inner goddess rolls her eyes. And how can he use someone just to force something on me! How dare he!

I am startled when the Blackberry buzzes to the ever familiar sound of Sade's "Your Love Is King." I don't know if I should answer it. Deciding against my better judgment, I pick it up.

"Christian." I answer with the coldest voice I could muster.

"Ana… I wasn't sure you'd pick-up..." His voice trailing. I can sense his sadness, maybe even regret.

"Why are you calling me Christian?" I mutter. I don't know how long I can manage talking without breaking down.

"Ana...I-We need to talk, please, let me make this right." He says, and there's nothing I want to do than to be in his arms. But he's not here, and I can't let him hurt me like that again.

I can't hold it in anymore. My tears are already falling. "I can't see you Christian, it hurts to talk to you, to think of you, I don't think I can see you." I manage to mutter in between sobs.

"Ssshhh, baby. Please don't cry. I hate it when you cry." He soothes, but it has the opposite effect. "Open your door Ana, please, let's make this right."

Holy shit! Did I hear that right? Fuck! He can't be here. I can't see him. I can't be near him.Panic suddenly courses through me.

"What?" Suddenly, I find my voice. I'm getting angry again. This is good.

"We need to talk Ana, please." That's when I hear my doorbell, followed by a knock on the door. "Just please, open the door, baby."

I hang up. I don't know what to do. A loud knock comes again. I can't deal with this right now. I want to see him. I want to kiss him. I want him to hold me in his arms. But I can't, not when I'm like this. Another knock comes, and I realize he won't go away if I don't face him. After drying my eyes, I open the door.

He looks nothing like the mess that I am. His hair looks a little tangled, maybe he's been running his hand through it. He's dressed in his regular suit, looking like the multi-millionaire CEO that he is. I don't meet his eyes, afraid of what I might see. He smells his usual Christian smell, and it overwhelms my senses.

"Ana..." His voice sounds so defeated, like he's lost all hope.

"Please, Christian, I can't talk right now. Please, just go." My tears had started to fall again. When he tries to hold my hand, I recoil. I shake my head, indicating that I don't want to be touched.

"Ana, please, baby, look at me." I can feel him forcing himself to not touch me. His knuckles are turning white. "Please, Ana." He pleads again, and I cannot not look at him anymore. His eyes look like they haven't gotten any sleep. They don't shine like they do during the time we've spent at Escala. I can feel the sadness in them.

"Let's just talk, please." He tries once again, but I'm really in no shape to talk.

"Christian, please, just go!" I say rather louder, more forceful as I take a step back, holding back my sobs, but failing terribly. When I don't see him walkaway, I meet his eyes, and from the corner of my eye, I think I see Jeremy. Before I realize what was happening, he's rushing towards Christian and I.

"Everything okay, Ana?" He asks, eyeing Christian suspiciously, then me. I managed to meet his gaze, and nod slightly.

I think somewhere in between, I hear Christian growl. This is not good. "I promise we'll talk Christian, just not now." I say, trying to calm myself, embarrassed that Jeremy had to hear all of this.

"Look, man, I think you need to go." Jeremy jumps in, deciding to take part in the conversation. I hear Christian growl again, and for a moment I thought he's going to punch someone.

"Go inside, and I'll leave." It's not a request. Jeremy and I share the same look of disbelief. He did not just say that to me! "Now, Ana." He scolds. For a moment, I think about defying him, but I'm too tired. Seeing as there is no point in arguing, and that I have no energy in me to face him, I do as I'm told. I eye Jeremy apologetically before going in. I can't believe that just happened. Tears continue to fall as I slip down on the floor behind my door. Can't I just take a break from Christian Grey?

So what did you think? Is it bad? Good? Should I stop? Or is this still worth continuing? Tell me in a review, a PM, whichever is convenient for you. :)