A/N I don't own the Fifty Shades trilogy or the characters.
Ana POV
Darkness. It was consuming me.
Today is José's show, I don't really feel like going, but I promised I would.
I go through my work mechanically. Jack, my new boss, invited me for drinks tomorrow, I told him I would.
I head straight to the show after work. José greets me at the door. "Hey, Ana." I can tell he knows I'm upset from the look of deep concern on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I'm ok; I don't want to talk about it here."
Out of the corner of my eye I see Christian walk in, his gray eyes intensely looking for me. I tense at the sight of him after the beating I took last time we were together. He walks up to where José and I are talking, "Could I have a word with you outside, Ana?" I go with him to the side walk.
"Ana, I am so sorry. I've realized that I want a real relationship with you, 100% vanilla, if it would make you happy."
My anger explodes "YOU ARE SORRY? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY AFTER YOU BEAT ME?! YOU SICK SADISTIC BASTARD, DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW BAD I WAS HURTING? I WAS SORE THE WHOLE NEXT DAY! YOU SICK FUCK, WHO THE HELL BEATS SOMEONE THAT HARD FOR SEXUAL PLEASURE?!"
He stands there stunned as I turn to go back in, I see a reporter. Oh shit!