Chapter 2

It has been two weeks since Ana crashed in Kate's and Elliot's life. She knew she couldn't just be the victim for very long and lying martyr wouldn't help either but she felt incapable of moving. She felt sick but the numbness was overwhelming. Christian had been so sweet previously that she had gave into the fantasy of creating a forever with him, now his mere name felt caustic on her tongue. Her insides burned. She knew she had always been meek so much so that it was what had attracted him but it was the moment where she needed to make a change, she had tobe strong for herself and the child, she had to be.

Kate had been very kind to her to the point of making her guilty. She couldn't just stay here and feel depressed. But depressed she did feel-She had LOVED him and look what he had done, he had fucked her up big time. If he had ever felt like making a clone of his messed up self he might have made one and that too spectacularly. She felt as dark as him- talk about being soul mates. She chuckled sarcastically they were indeed a perfect match.

"Kate can I help you with something?" she asked her feeling awfully shy. Being here and being a burden didn't felt right to her.

Kate looked up from her paper with a sympathetic grin "Oh sweetie you don't have to feel like a burden." Ana's eyes widened "You thought I don't know. Look we are worried for you what happened was wrong and should be reported." Kate looked up at Ana and sighed "I know you don't want to report him but what he did is as bad as rape. I am a goddamn reported reporter he won't see a living light with peace once I get him displayed on front page what he done." Ana could see her eyes burning with which gave her a little peace knowing she wasn't alone but she didn't want this. It was complicated because she knew what fifty was like or maybe she was those fucked up girlfriends who took abuse but never answered back.

"Can I help you? Please? I just need something that can keep me occupied or else..." She looked down not being able to say anything more.

Truth is she couldn't remember anything of that day except pain and shame. She could remember only through the emotions that went through her head that day and maybe blur of images. The words betrayed her, these were those times when you can't express your thoughts straight the contradicting emotions make sure you can't. She felt angry for herself, for her child but she felt pained for her and fifty and what they could have had. She wasn't responsible for the child alone he was too. It was supposed to be happy news for them.

"Well I shall be going out for a while for work so make sure my house remains clean." Anastasia rolled her eyes at the devilish smile of Kate -she was going to make some celebs life living hell she indeed was tenacious. Ana just stuck her tongue out "That's not a job but I will."

Kate gave a smile "That's my girl, be safe alright dear." she waved goodbye. Ana stood there and smiling she can be like a mother Ana knew both Elliot and Kate had been worried of her doing something awful which is also known as committing suicide. She might have considered it in her darkest moment but that didn't mean she would do it. She knew she was stronger than that.

She went back to the living room and plopped down on the couch. She didn't want to open any kind media device she knew his face would be in it taunting her. She picked up a book nearest to her afraid of the magazines too. Elliot had been out for business in Italy for the last week and half but she knew he was keeping himself busy. He had been furious when she had told them what had happened so much so that Kate had to restrain him from literally beating his brother down. Elliot had been the brighter one of the two, sweeter one of the two. She had been very happy when Kate had decided to date him. She had been happy with fifty too, she heaved a sigh.

She could not feel like a mother yet but hoped the child would cure her and make her happy. Maybe fifty would...Oh fuck fifty.

She should check with a doctor soon that beating couldn't be good for her but she was afraid of losing what she had still not realised she had. She should perhaps then be a clichéd heroine and go far away with an alias. Leaving everything behind, living as a single mother in a remote island. Yeah that would be perfect in an alternate universe. Sarcasm seemed like her new bestie. It would have worked if she hadn't been fifties... What had she been to fifty anyways? She felt herself drifting to sleep.

TRIIING! TRIIING! TRIIING!

She woke up with the phone besides her ringing. Sleeping in couch is definitely not a good thing especially if you value your spine. She clinked her neck and quickly glanced at the clock- Woah ,it is 10 at night I slept for 12 hours straight.

"Hello?" she spoke in sleepy hoarse voice she still felt sleepy.

"Ma'am, can I talk to Mr. Grey?" she felt like telling the women on other line some That she would find him shoving his dick in some random bitch's ass but she instead replied-

"He's out for business can I take your message instead of him?"

"Well Miss I am speaking from Seattle general hospital's emergency ward," I felt my stomach drop "Miss Kavanagh has met with a car accident." I felt the receiver falling from my hand. And I thought it couldn't get worse.


Can someone be my proofreader and please reaview. It's been long so pls be merciful with me.