Chapter 2:

1995

Christian walks home that evening with his head held high and a broad smile on his face. However when he reaches his home his face falls. He walks into the house and tries to go straight to his room but he gets stopped. "Come here boy." He hears his father call him. He turns around to see his mother straddled across his lap, thank god she was fully clothed this time. His father lifts her off and stands, walking towards him. "Where you going?" Christian avoids eye contact with him and shrugs.

"I have homework." He goes to turn around again but his father pulls him back roughly.

"See? This is why you're no good going to school. You don't spend time with the family." He gestures to his mother who is smirking on the sofa, and two of Christian's uncles and his brother, Bobby, who is sneering at him.

"This ain't a family." His father slaps him across the face, hard.

"What did you say to me boy?" Christian looks up and raises his fist, swinging it fast. His father catches it and shakes his head at him, tutting. "Oh Christian, you shouldn't have done that." He pushes his arm away and punches him in the eye, knocking him backwards into the dresser. Christian stands up and picks up his things before going to his room. He gets his duffel bag and rummages around for things he may need. School books, clothes, a few dollars. He packs them all and slowly opens his window, climbing out carefully into the rain. He puts his hood up and runs into the woods, hoping he'd come across one of his neighbours who didn't know his dad well. He ran and ran until he got to a small shed next to a house. He ran around the shed and saw a window, jamming it open he climbs in and looks around. Right in the middle he sees an old looking truck, so he walks slowly over to it and gently pulls the handle to the back seat. Luckily it opens and he climbs in, stripping off all his wet clothes and changing into dry ones. He settles down and puts a blanket over him that he packed. Eventually, after listening to the rain for what felt like hours he falls asleep.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Ana says, as she lays next to him in a meadow filled with flowers. "The sky, the trees, everything." Christian takes her hand.

"Not as beautiful as you." She giggles and rolls on top of him, her face changes and she looks like she's in a daze for a moment, gazing into his eyes.

"Christian, kiss me." Ana says as she hovers over him, propping herself up on her hands.

"What?" She smiles angelically and lowers her head to his, but right before their lips touch she nudges him in the chest. He looks up at her and she nudges him again, jolting him awake.

"Wake up boy." The woman says. Christian opens his eyes fully to see that the woman is in fact holding a shotgun, that's what she was poking him with. He jumps and sits back, a look of terror in his eyes. She frowns and puts the gun down. "So, what's your story kid?" He looks up at her confused. "Well either you wanted to steal this car and fell asleep in the process or you have a story to tell. I assume it's the latter so go on, what's your name."

"Christian Grey." He mutters quietly. She sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

"You're Christopher and Ella's son?" He nods, avoiding eye contact with her. "And I assume you didn't fall?" She points towards his black eye and he shakes his head, she tuts and sighs again. "Alright." She turns and walks out the shed. He frowns and just stays in the same position until she returns a few minutes later with a blanket and a plate of food. "You can stay in here until we can sort something out for you. The heater's over there, here's another blanket and a pillow, and some breakfast for you. If my husband finds out that you've taken anything you're out and I don't care what your papa does to you. My husband is called Luke and I'm Agatha. You just call my husband Sawyer though, he likes that. If you need anything then just come to the house." She gives him what she brought out and goes to walk out the door.

"Agatha?" She turns back. "Thank you." She smiles and walks out, shutting the door.

2015

Ana was sat with Jamie in the living room, waiting for Jose to come and pick him up so that she could get going. When there's a knock at the door an hour later she sighs, getting up and opening the door. "You're late." She says, looking at him dead in the eye.

"Sorry, Michele was getting her teeth whitened. Where are you going?" He says, pointing to her suitcase. She rolls her eyes at him.

"I did tell you on the phone yesterday. Sawyer passed away so I'm going to sort out his house." Jose frowns and looks at her.

"That old guy?" She leans back against the wall and shakes her head at him. He never liked Sawyer, right from the beginning. She should have seen it then, that he wasn't right for her.

"Jose." She warns, and he holds his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, sorry. I know he meant a lot to you and I hope you're ok." She frowns at him suspiciously. He hadn't shown any sort of affection like that since a year before they got divorced. She nods and looks away.

"Jamie! Get your stuff your dad's here!" She shouts to him and hears shuffling then running up the stairs. She turns back to Jose and he's staring at her. "What?" He smiles slightly.

"You're an amazing mother Ana. I miss you." She was taken aback by his sudden confession.

"What?" She says, taking a step back.

"You look beautiful today as well. Have you done something to your hair? Got it cut?" Jose says, reaching out to touch it. She moves away from his hand and folds her arms.

"Well I've had it cut like twenty times since you cheated on me. Jamie!" Jose retreats and avoids eye contact with her. They stand in silence and she stares at him while he tries not to look at her. Jamie eventually comes down with his bags. She smiles when he hugs her goodbye.

"See ya mom, have a good time. Say goodbye to Sawyer for me." She can feel her eyes sting and she sniffs, nodding. She kisses him on the forehead and sends him off with his dad.

"Bye Ana." Jose says, if their son hadn't been there she would have given him the cold shoulder but she smiles weakly and nods. Once she hears the car pull away she locks up everything and gets in her car, driving back to Wichita Falls, where it happened.

The car ride was filled with sorrow and dread. It wasn't that she didn't want to say goodbye to him properly, it was because the last time she was here Sawyer was comforting her like he did god knows how many times. Even after what happened he still had all the love in the world for her, and Christian. She shook her head and thought not to dwell on these things. When she finally pulled into the driveway she got out of the car, looking around the garden, at where all the flowers used to be. Now they were just weeds. There was a lot of work to do. She was walking towards the shed when she saw something in the window out of the corner of her eye. She frowns and walks towards the door, opening it. She jumps back and falls flat on her ass. Strong hands pull her up and once she's brushed the hair out of her face she looks up to see who it is. Christian.

A/N - Hi guys! Here's another chapter of this story. I'm not feeling the name so can you guys give me some ideas on what to call it? Either PM me or put it in a review. Are you liking this so far? Any changes you want me to make? Just let me know, I'm writing for you:)

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