HI EVERYONE

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME. I HAVE BEEN READING SOME WONDERFUL STORIES ON HERE DURING MY BREAK AND I AM HOOKED ON ANYTHING BY SDAISY. CHECK HER STORIES OUT BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL BRILLIANT. ESPECIALLY "ENOUGH"

THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER FANFICTION WHICH I CAN NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER THE NAME OF BUT I READ ALL THE CHAPTERS AND I WAS HOOKED BUT THEN THE STORY DISAPPEARED WHICH IS A SHAME BUT THE STORY LINE STUCK IN MY HEAD AND SO I DECIDED TO WRITE MY OWN VERSION.

ITS ONLY 4 CHAPTERS UNFORTUNATELY AND I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO WRITE IT AS MULTI CHAPTER BUT I KNOW IF I DID THAT THEN IT WOULD BE WEEKS AND WEEKS BETWEEN MY UPDATES AND I KNOW AS A READERS HOW FRUSTRATING THAT IS WHEN YOU GET INVESTED IN A STORY AND THEN WAIT ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT FOR AN UPDATE BUT I THINK THIS STORY WRAPS UP WELL.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND I WILL POST A CHAPTER A DAY UNTIL IT IS FINISHED LIKE MY OTHER STORIES.

ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY IPAD WHILE ON TRAINS AND PLANS AND AUTO CORRECT IS A BITCH SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES.

CHRISTIANS BACK STORY IS THE SAME BUT ANA'S IS VERY DARK AND NO WHERE NEAR HER ORIGINAL STORY.

THANKS FOR READING :)

CHEERS

GG89

CHRISTIAN GREY's POV

I hate this place. Detest this place. Would rather be anywhere else in the fucking world than this place, yet here I am.

Motherfucking Detroit!

If it wasn't for the fact that I have almost ten million sunk into this fucking project then I would have refused to even come. But ten million is not to be sneezed at. Plus, this buyout will create almost 500 jobs in the local area and Lord know they need it around here.

I plan to be here for the least amount of time possible. I've already been in this meeting all day so tonight I will go back to the hotel, grab some food and a work out and then tomorrow I will come back and get this fucking thing sorted before lunch and then I'm going home to Seattle.

When I leave the meeting I walk down to the lobby and find Taylor waiting for me. We walk outside and he opens the back door of the hired Audi. When he gets in the drivers side I tell him to take me back to the hotel.

On our drive I try not to look out the window but when I see the diner on the corner called "Bill's Beef Joint" I know we are in the area I lived in for the first 4 years of my life. Memories of the crack whore and her pimp assault my mind and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Shes dead but I wonder briefly if he is still out there? Is he still burning toddlers for his own sick amusement? Does he have a poor defenseless young girl who he abuses, debases and borderline tortures? If I knew his name I would get Welch to track the fucker down and make sure he left him in such a state so he would never hurt another person again.

Unfortunately I can't remember his name. All I remember is his smell, his eyes and his cigarettes. His eyes were coal black. They were demonic looking and I remember always being scared when he would turn his gaze at me.

When I open my eyes again we are stopped at a red light.

Directly opposite the apartment block where I lived.

My breath catches when my eyes train on the dirty window and door on the ground floor. That was our home. It's an even bigger shit hole now than it was then.

Just as Taylor pulls the car forward I see the door of the apartment and out steps a brunette with a small boy.

For a split second I think I've somehow traveled back in time twenty three years.

Before I can register what has happened, Taylor is speeding down the street.

What the fuck was that? Who was the girl? Who was the little boy? By the time we reach the hotel I have come to the conclusion that I imagined them.

I make my way to the suite and order myself a steak dinner. After wolfing it down I start doing some push ups in the bedroom. After a couple of hours of working out, I take a shower and change into some clean sweats and vest. I flop down on the bed and try to clear my mind so I have some hope of getting a little sleep tonight.

Only problem is that I can't get the image of the woman and the little boy out of my head. I toss and turn for an hour before I give up. I grab a hoody, my wallet, my sneakers and my phone and slip out of the room. I don't bother calling Taylor because I know he would stop me. Detroit at night is not the safest of places.

When I leave the hotel I start jogging in the direction of the apartment block and it only takes me twenty minutes before I am stood outside it. I just stand and stare at the door for ten minutes before it opens. I hide myself behind a car and watch as the woman I saw earlier stands just outside the door, leaving it open a bit, and lights a cigarette. She takes a couple of pulls and points her face to the sky when she blows out the smoke.

She looks...oddly peaceful. And she's beautiful. Even with her dirty hair and grimy clothes. She looks between 18 and 20. I wonder where the little boy is? And what he is to her? Brother? Son?

As I am contemplating my thoughts I see a man walk down the street and head towards her. There is no mistaking the look of fear in the girls eyes when she sees him. When he gets to her he roughly pushes her against the wall. She struggles to get out of his grip but he is a giant compared to her.

I sprint across to them and pull him off of her. When he turns and sees me he tries to throw a punch but I get my shot in first and crack him in the jaw. He goes tumbling to the ground making the girl scream. I grab her and put her behind me when he jumps to his feet and glares at me.

"I don't know who you are, but you just signed your own death certificate" he spits out a mouthful of blood and then throws a look at the girl.

"Don't even think your ass isn't going to pay for this one, Ana!" He turns and walks back down the street where he came from.

I turn to the girl and she is so pale I worry she is going to pass out.

"Are you OK?" I ask her gently.

My voice breaks her out of wherever she went to in her head and then she looks at me with angry eyes.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Do you fucking realize what you just did!? You dumb fucknut!"

Fucknut? How dare her! I saved her!

"I just saved you! He was roughing you up so excuse the fuck out of me for helping you!" I roar and she flinches.

"Well you have only made it worse for me, Asshat!" She spits.

"Fucknut? Asshat? What are you, 12?"

"I'm 19 for your information, Fuckhead!"

"Wow! A whole 19? You're practically a senior citizen" I say sarcastically.

I run my hand through my hair in frustration and she snatched it to her. She gently examine the blood and cuts I have from hitting the fucker in the face and I can actually see the moment when she softens towards me.

"You need ice for your hand" She says softly.

"I'll get it sorted later" I dismiss it but she just rolls her eyes and gently leads me inside her apartment. The apartment. My old apartment!

My breath practically stops when I step into the living room. Apart from the couch and the rug it's the same. Same colour walls, same dingey kitchen. I think it's even the same picture on the wall! It's a lot cleaner than when I lived her. This has Nick Knacks and a few personal pictures. Put the whole contents of this room together and it wouldn't come to $50.

The woman, Ana, I think he called her, goes to the fridge and starts putting ice cubes into a dish towel. She motions for me to sit down and I take a seat on the couch. I try hard not to look at the spot on the floor where my mother lay dead for four days.

Ana gently takes my hand again and presses the ice cloth onto my skin making me hiss.

"You didn't have to do this. I can handle myself" She mutters.

"Didn't look that way to me. Who is he anyway?"

"My pimp" She says completely straight faced but I can see the embarrassment behind her eyes.

"Oh"

"Bet you wished you would have left it now don't you? You've probably broken your fingers and gotten blood stains over a hoody that probably cost more than a months rent all to come to the rescue of a whore" She actually gives a little laugh at the end of her little speech.

"I would have come to help you no matter what your...profession, is. What I saw was a pretty girl being man handled by a guy. From where I come from, that's not OK?"

"Pretty?" She snorts and again rolls her eyes "And just where are you from? I've never seen you around here before?"

I'm actually from right here in this apartment.

"I'm from Seattle. I'm in the city on business and I was going for a jog when I saw you"

She nods and then checks my hand again. I'm about to ask her more about herself when the bedroom door opens revealing a little boy in Angry Birds pajamas.

"Mommy?" He mutters sleepily and she is off the couch and to him in a matter of a second. She crouches down and scoops him up into her arms and presses a kiss to his head.

I rake my gaze over the boy an I am happy to see he looks happy and healthy. When I was his size I was multi colored because of bruises. I was under fed and half starved and I had a mother that just didn't give a fuck. I'm happy to see that this girl obviously loves and cares for her son.

"Teddy, baby you need to sleep"

"I'm thirsty" he mutters and she walks to the fridge with him in her hands and then she passed him a small sports cup and he drinks it down. She walks him back into the bedroom and I hear her singing to him softly. After five minutes she walks back out and looks at me shocked that I am still sat in the same place.

"You have son?" I ask stupidly.

She sits down on the floor Indian style and starts picking her nails.

"Yeah, he's called Theodore and he's four" she mutters

"Four? So you were..."

"Fifteen when I had him? Yep. I'm the walking cliche. Knocked up at 15. Ran away from home. Ended up spreading my legs for strangers in this motherfucking dump" It doesn't faze her at all that she has a stranger in her apartment or that she is spilling her guts to him.

"Why did you run away from home? Would your family not help you with the baby?"

"It's because of my family I had the baby in the first place" she tells me.

What?

"What do you mean? And why are you telling me all this?"

She looks up at me with big blue eyes and I see...thankfulness in them.

"You're the first person I have met in a long time that actually seems to give a shit about me. Granted all you did was guarantee that I get the shit beat out of me tomorrow but hey, at least I'll get a good nights sleep first" she shrugs like its nothing that a pimp is going to come back here tomorrow and beat her "As for the family comment, my step father took a liking to me when I was thirteen, by the time I was fifteen I was pregnant and when I told my mother she believed him over me. Hence the reason I ran away"

"Where are you from? Originally?"

"Texas"

"You're a long way from home"

"That I am" She smiles sadly "I never wanted this life for myself or my son. I was fine for the first two and a half years but then I lost my job and the money ran out. I met Jose, my pi...um, the guy from earlier, and he offered me a one time deal. Sleep with a guy he knew and he would pay my rent for that month and give me money for food. I agonized over it for two days and then when I looked in my fridge and saw that it was almost empty and my decision was made" She looks up at me with big blue eyes and I feel my heart thump. Why is she telling me all this?

"I'm not ashamed of how I live my life. My choice means that my son has a roof over his head and food in his belly. I would do anything for him. One day I'll get us out of here but until that day I'm doing the best I can" She stops talking and then looks at her hands. When she looks back up its like she has only just realized that she has spilled her guts to a complete stranger. She stands up and looks flustered.

"Thank for your help tonight...um, what's your name?"

"Christian" I tell her and then stand because I think my time has come to depart.

"Thank you for your help, Christian. And thanks for being an ear to talk to"

"You're more than welcome..."

"Anastasia, well, Ana"

"Here is my number. If you ever need anything, anything at all, just call me" I grab a pen off her counter top and write my number on a bit of paper and hand it to her.

She she takes it and tucks it away in her pocket. She then walks to the door and opens it for me. When I am outside we just stare at each other.

"Goodbye, Christian"

"Bye, Anastasia"

She shuts the door and I lean on it for a second.

She may have just said goodbye, but this is only the beginning.