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A Heart Worth Fifty Shades – Chapter Two

"You're not mine anymore," Christian's voice was stone cold, void of any emotional input.

Under his gaze and under the heaviness of his words, Ana's legs buckled under her and she fell painfully to her knees, her hands hitting the floor before her to keep her at least a little upright. "That's not fair to say," Ana spoke as though every piece of air was just taken from her lungs.

"You subbed for another man, you're a disgrace," He spat at her venomously. "You're a whore, Ana. Letting another man do that to you in those ways makes you worthless. How dare you sub for another man and think I'd be fine with it, dead or not!"

Ana heaved for air but was coming up short, "You had fifteen subs. I was potentially your sixteenth. You had Elena, but my one mistake gets you to look at me as if I'm some monster." She rambled out trying to smooth this over, "You were with other women before me!"

"But I was already fucking tainted!" He bellowed back to her and watched her flinch at his tone. "You were perfectly innocent and pure and now," He shook his head in disgust, "Now you're poisoned."

Ana looked up, as though made to by Christian's power.

"Little girls like you need a beating to repent," Christian tormented her and raised his hand to hit her.

All Ana could do was watch as his hand dropped ready to make a connection with her face.

As she felt the impact of the hit, Ana shot up screaming, once again her sheets soaked with sweat, her forehead beaded with it. She tried to stop her panting breath, but ended up crying at the memory of the dream.

The door suddenly opened and Ana looked up through teary eyes to see her mother entering.

"Same dream?" Carla asked her as she came to sit on the edge of her daughter's bed.

"No," Ana admitted, "This time it was different." Ana shuddered at that claim and looked to her mother as though she held the question to life, "Did I make the right decision, Mom?" Ana asked her mother. It was the same question Ana had sought a divine answer to for a whole month now.

Carla didn't speak immediately, "In your heart you know if it's right or wrong. Personally, I want to say it's done you the world of good, Baby. It's a slow progress, but you're dealing better now than in the beginning."

"I feel like I've made the wrong decision in one sense, but I needed to move away to move on," Ana fretted to out loud. "I just can't forget how much I hurt him. It was there, right in his eyes. I hurt him."

"No you didn't. If he loves you, then he would understand," Carla soothed lovingly, knowing that Christian didn't hate her, he never could. "It won't be an easy transition, Baby. I mean this isn't something you just go to sleep after and wake up fine the next morning."

"But I told him I would never leave him," Ana whispered as she wrung her hands together. "I left him behind."

Carla lifted her daughter's face to look at her, "If he loves you, he will get better himself and be waiting for you to go back to him. He loves you, Sweetie." Watching her daughter nod, Carla gave a reassuring smile, "Right, I'll be downstairs. Ray will be here in an hour for breakfast."

"Okay," Ana replied and watched her mother leave before getting up and getting ready. She just started her day in the same manner of everyday for the past four weeks, except she was thankful that today wouldn't involve talking to a shrink, bleeding herself dry emotionally.

Today was just a day to sit and indulge. A day for her to try and at least enjoy with her family – if that was possible.

However, like every day since leaving, Ana seemed to forget about time and just go with the throes, even if that meant spending it with her mother, Step-Father and Bob. Yet between the family support Ana was still lacking a part of her. There was a void and when Ana closed her eyes to imagine it, she could see it vividly. The void within her was just black and lifeless and a stark difference to how she was before the entire nightmare with Stephen had begun. This was something her family unfortunately couldn't save her from.

Carla came to her daughter with a drink and sat with her. She watched her daughter carefully every day and wondered when there would be a sense of open liberation, but still the wait was increasing.

"I know you always evade the conversation, but we need to talk," Carla prompted carefully, knowing her daughter's reaction already.

You definitely need to start talking! "What about?" Ana asked worriedly, trying to decide what it was her mother was going to say.

What came from her mother's mouth was not what she had even thought.

"Do you want to maybe call Christian? Let him know you're thinking of him," Carla started and watched Ana's eyes darken.

Ana shook her head, "I think I want to send this back." She held the engagement ring up, "It's a reminder of everything I left behind, of him and it kills me, Mom." Ana felt a tear trickle down her cheek; she had been holding the ring for hours, passing it through her finger tips and remembering Christian as though he were in the room with her.

"What about going back?" Carla asked with a small tone, not trying to push too much with her questioning. She saw that Ana was still susceptible seeing as she hadn't finished speaking. "Go back and give it to him. Get some closure," Carla then took her daughter's hand but she stole it back, not wanting the connection.

"I can't go back," Ana gasped fearfully at the thought. She was still a broken mess and before she could face Christian she wanted to be strong again and in command of her life. She wanted to be able to bite her lip how he loved and giggle freely.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go back – she did. However, how did she face the man she loved that she had saved when she couldn't bear to allow him to save her? How did she justify that? In her mind, at this moment in time, she couldn't allow anyone but herself be her hero.

What if she was like that for life?

With the realisation sitting heavily, Ana looked to her mom with glassy eyes, "I don't think I can ever go back, Mom."