Fifty Shades at Fault
Chapter 2
Aftermath
A/N: First off, I am AMAZED at the response I've received for this story! I'm at awe! So for all you 'cheatin' cravers' here's some more for you. And I'm honored that you all loved what I wrote and your reviews meant so much. Thank you. Enjoy.
Christian sits on the edge of the soft white leather couch, the same one he'd cuddled up with Ana or sat on cradling his son in his arms, a broken man. He twirls the glass half full of Scotch in his hand, gulps the rest down and tosses the empty glass across the room. He doesn't care where it land or what else it breaks as long as it shatters into a trillion fragments like his heart feels and definitely what he's done to Ana's. He starts running his fingers through and pulling on his hair, pacing back and forth in agony, How could I have been so fucking stupid for so long? I've got to be the dumbest fucking son-of-a-bitch out there. Whatever made me think she'd never find out?
He couldn't eat or sleep; he wouldn't play the piano or go to work. The half-shell of a man named Christian Grey wouldn't leave his home, the home he shared with Ana. He had no desire to. The memories of being abandoned by his crack whore of a mother washed back to him. He sat in a submissive position on the floor and wept feeling like that little copper haired four year-old again. His world had now come crumbling down around him like it had before but this time it was his own fault. Fifty shades his fault.
Nobody had heard or seen him for days. This worried one of the Security guards named Peterson. He had no idea what to do so he called the one person he knew of who would help and love him unconditionally. He called his mother Grace.
Grace rushed right over. She walked in and found a disheveled, cowardly human being sprawled out across the floor. She was aware that Ana had left him, taken her grandson with her and the incidences leading to why but this was her son. Tears welled in her eyes to find him in this horrid condition again. She came over and stood next to him; he quickly wrapped his arms around hers legs and clung on for dear life. He said nothing just closed his eyes and squeezed her tighter. Her lower lip quivered and tears streamed down her cheeks. She ran her fingers through his dirty hair. This was no more the strong man she'd raised. He had transgressed completely.
Grace's POV
Oh my poor Christian. Look at him. Nothing but a hollow mass of despair huddled on the floor. I've never seen him this distraught. True, he's only to blame for bringing this whole mess on himself but I'm still his mother. I have to help him if I can. I don't blame Ana for leaving him either. I'm sure I probably would have done the same if Carrick had pulled that to me, if he'd let infidelity ruin our marriage. I just wish I knew where she's gone or if she and Teddy are safe. My first obligation is to see if I can help fix Christian's psyche if it can be fixed so he can try to fix his marriage if indeed that can be fixed. I hope so though I hate to sound negative I have my doubts it can. Getting him mentally sound again I have a feeling will be like starting from square one. And it scares me. I so want the vigorous, confident take-charge no nonsense man again who despite the traumas and insecurities he's had to deal with in life already still has a deep love and concern for his family and not the weak lost frighten soul trembling at my feet. Oh my dear Christian, what have you done?
Christian's POV
Mommy, Mommy I've been bad. Hold me, Mommy. Hold me! I'm sorry Mommy, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll be good Mommy, I promise I'll be good. Please don't leave me Mommy. Please don't leave me! Help me Mommy. I don't know what to do.
AA/N: I know it's not much but more drama will come later. Please let me know what you think.