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Chapter 2

Confused

(Ana's POV)

I wake up to a terrible pain. My head is pounding and my face is pressing to something hard. Is that…. Why am I lying on the ground? My eyes suddenly open, and I'm frightened. I look around. I'm in a room which has dirty brown walls. The windows are on my right, and all I have in here is a couch. Where the fuck I am?

And then suddenly, I remember. The roses, the running, the strange woman and me struggling against the handkerchief. Did she brought me here? Probably.

Tears are falling from my eyes. Why did she kidnap me? She didn't even know me… Because, I'm most certainly kidnapped. I start to shiver. How long have I been here? My eyes fall to the door. I have to get out of here.

I try to stand up and run, but I fall to the ground. Something is holding me back. I look down and see a chain on my leg connected to the wall. It's about one meter long. I desperately try to get my leg out, while the chains are rattling loudly.

"Damn it!" – I yell, as I hit the wall. I lean on it, pushing my head to the cold wallpaper, slowly sliding down to the floor. I sob into my arm. I don't understand anything. Why me? Why?

Then, the door cracks. I go silent. I look for something around me, that I can protect myself with, but I don't see anything. Without breathing I wait for the door to open. She stands there. She is wearing the same clothes as she did in the park. Her hands are hanging next to her body, empty. I relieve a bit. At least no guns or knives. Or chainsaw. Calm down, Steele.

She just stands there, looking at me. Her eyes are dull, without any life in them. She doesn't says a word.

"Who are you?" – I ask with a shaky voice. – "Why did you brought me here?"

Her eyes stay emotionless, but I think I see a little sad smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Meee? I'm nobody" – She says, with her groggy voice. – "I'm nobody." – She repeats and she sounds broke, shaking her head slightly.

"What do you want from me? Please, let me go! I will... I will give whatever you want" – I beg, as I start to cry again.

She tilts her head to the side, as she watches me.

"What do you have that I don't? What makes you so special?" – She whispers with a pain in her voice.

What does that supposed to mean? I don't understand, I don't understand any of it? What makes me so special? And in that moment I can see it on her, that she has mental problems. The way she looks at me, with her dull eyes, her movements, the way she talks.

Maybe she wants money. Yeah, I can give her money. Even if I don't have enough, I will find a way.

"Please, please, let me go" – I beg. – "I will give you money, if that's what you want. I will do whatever you want, just let me go, please"

She is apparently having fun as she looks at me. "I don't want his money"

Whose money? Wait… Was she referring to Christian? He has money. Or is it just a coincidence? Nothing is a coincidence when it comes to Christian. I don't know, I can't be sure until I ask, but I'm so afraid.

"Wh… Whose money?" – I stutter.

And then, her face changes from blank – I wish it hadn't though. Something evil, painful and hurt emotion take over control over her face. Her cold blue eyes glare at me, and I wish I could run from her.

"You know it very well. You took him from me" – She hisses at me. I stick to the wall as close as possible. She looks over me. "What do you have, that I don't?" – She asks, before, closing the door with a loud bang.

The meeting with the ghost girl shook me up pretty well. Is this all about Christian? Of course, everything is about him. Why does she knows him? I am confused, scared and thirsty. I lay my head to my knees and I start to cry for the numerous time of the day. How did it all got so messed up? Christian. I need him now more than ever.

(Christian's POV)

I stare at the glider on my desk. It took me forever to make it, but I like it. I feel bitter. I want her back, I don't want that glider. I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I should get ready, but I can't. I miss her. I sent flowers to her, but she didn't reply. Is she that mad at me? Who wouldn't be, actually?

I decide to e-mail her. I know her new e-mail address at the SIP, it didn't even took me five minutes to find out. I hesitate before I type.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2015 14:05

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia,

Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers?

I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you—should you wish.

Let me know. I miss you

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I reread the e-mail. All fine, except one thing. I delete the 'I Miss you' part. I will tell her that personally. Hopefully. I don't know what would I do, if I couldn't take her. Or if she wanted to go with someone else. Like that prick José. I already growl at the thought.

I need her. The past few days… has been a torture for me. I can't remember ever feeling that bad. Some kind of unknown pain is tearing me from the inside. I suddenly find myself angry. With myself. How could I possibly let anyone that close, to hurt me. Maybe she is in control… but no. I have to be in control. All the time. No one else can take the lead.

Andrea comes into my office after knocking.

"Your meeting is going to start in one minute, sir, on the fifth floor" – she say and she walks out. She doesn't expects a 'thank you' from me. She rarely gets those words from me, to be honest.

I stand up, and fix my suit. Putting my Blackberry in my pocket, I close my laptop, and leave the office.

I expected her to answer when I get back. That was a two hour meeting for God's sake. Why didn't she reply? It's 16:10, so she probably left the SIP to go home. Just to make sure I quickly write another e-mail.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8, 2015 16:10

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia,

Even if you decide not to come with me, please let me know. I hope you are okay.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I send it.

I'm worried. Maybe she is ill. So she wouldn't go to work, ergo she wouldn't see her e-mails either. But that's not any better. I didn't want her to be ill. I decided to check on her.

I called her cell phone. She didn't pick up. I started to have a bad feeling. I gather my things and step into the elevator.

I greet Taylor coldly in the car.

"To Miss Steele" – say, as I try to call her again. No answer on the phone. "Could you please speed up a bit?" I ask, and that surprises Taylor – I never ask him to go faster – but he silently comply.

My fingers are next to me on the seat, hitting the leather rapidly. I am worried for her. She doesn't she answers my e-mail or my phone call. Did I really made her hate me so much? But she was so stupid too. Why didn't she use the safe word? And she just walked out, and apparently she is not coming back. I don't think I can live with that….

The car stops and that jerks me out of my thoughts. I go to the door, and try to go in. It's open. They should have better security here. Anybody can just come in. I go up the stairs, looking for the 'Steele' label on the doors, and I hear as Taylor follows me. That's rare, he only comes after me if something is wrong.

On the second floor, I see the label finally 'Kavanagh & Steele'. I knock on the door. Taylor is standing next me, tense.

We wait for a while but nobody opens the door. I knock again.

"Ana, please. Open it!" – I say loudly to the door. No answer. "Please, even if you are mad at me, let me know that you are okay!" Silence. "Ana!"

Taylor is nervous now too. Even though she doesn't know Anastasia that much, he probably knows that she would answer the door.

"Ana, if you don't say a word… I might have to get in there with force. Please, open the door" – I nearly beg. I look at Taylor. "Taylor, could you kick the door in, please?" He nods.

"Stand back, sir" – he says and he takes a step back as well. Then with a well-directed kick, the door falls to the ground.

I go in. I see nobody in the house. "Ana!" I call. I look to the ground and I see my roses, laying there. Taylor reaches for his gun when he sees the mess on the floor. He quickly checks the rooms, but comes back soon.

"Nobody is in the house, sir" – He says.

I think all the blood runs out of my face. I sent these flowers yesterday. They should've been here by the afternoons. Since Kate is away, travelling, she must have get them, or else the roses wouldn't have gotten into the house. So Ana, didn't come home since yesterday.

"Ana!" I shout. I furiously open a door, and see – probably – her bedroom. I know that Taylor said that nobody was in the house, but I had to make sure. I see her clothes on the floor. And I see her phone on her bed too. I pick it up. 4 missed calls, two from me, and two from the SIP.

"Damn it" – I say as I kick into the bed. "Where the fuck is she?! She couldn't just disappear!"

I reach for my phone. I am going to find you Ana. Just wait for it. I will find you…

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