A/N: Sorry for the absence. I had a bunch of important exams plus a slight writers block and I still have it, I just forced myself to write today, because I wanted to give you a chapter.

Chapter 4

(Christian's POV)

For the entire night I didn't leave her side. No matter how much my inner me screamed to let her go. To stay away from her, I simply couldn't do it. I let her down once and I wasn't going to make that mistake again. I'm supposed to protect her, make her content and happy, but all I've done is the opposite. She's a wreck, internal, and externally she tries to hide everything. I really don't want to get to the point where she'll have a total breakdown. And I didn't even know why I cared so much.

This is repaying a debt. A huge debt I owe her father. Nothing more.

But there is more. I can feel it. I've never worried so much about someone, other than my family members. Then again maybe I just naturally care for the ones who get out of Mark's hell? Though when Aspyn first came to us, I cared about her like a brother, a friend and a protector.

With Anastasia.. It's different. I do feel like her protector, but there was something else. Another feeling I couldn't put my finger on.

But I couldn't let her know. She can't know how much I really care. I need to keep up my facade.

''Mr. Grey?'' Anastasia murmured sleepily next to me. She moved a little and opened her bright blue eyes. For a way too short time, neither of us said something and we just stared into each others eyes. She looked so tired and innocent and beautiful.

''Yes, Anastasia?'' I said, trying to hide my amusement. She was definitely confused. I didn't have my arms around her, even though I wished I could. She was simply lying next to me.

''Why are we sleeping in a bed together? We didn't er..'' She started and her cheeks started to get slightly red.

''No we didn't. Why would I use you when you're drunk?'' I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. I could see how uncomfortable she felt under my stare, because she kept stirring around.

''Some do..'' Ana mumbled and snuggled up in her pillow.

''That's impossible. Mark told me you're a virgin.'' I answered, my eyes widened. They always promise their costumers a virgin. Someone who is untouched, there is no way that someone raped her. And if they did I could actually get my money back. No Mark wouldn't do that. He isn't a fool.

''I am. I just meant men in general..'' Ana told me, suddenly all insecure. My instincts told me to hold her closer, make her feel secure, but my mind kept me off it.

''Well I'm not like other men, Miss Steele. Now I suggest we stand up.'' I said fast, removed the blanket off my body and stood up from the bed.

From the corner of my eye I spotted her doing the same, although once she stood up she made the bed and while doing it had a smile on her face. I really don't think that's normal. How can she pretend as if nothing has happened? It is making me curious. Extremely curious.

''Before my mother passed away, I used to make all the beds in our house. And it gave me some sort of pleasure to see everyone smile once they saw they're bed made.'' Anastasia grinned proudly at the bed.

''Are you sure you're alright?'' I asked, coming up to her.

She got merely confused, but still smiled. ''What do you mean? Of course I'm alright. Why shouldn't I?''

''Because you're constantly smiling and acting as if nothing has happened. Ana, you've been in that basement for 34 days. I don't even want to imagine what happened to you there, but you're behaviour right now is so unusual.. '' I said and paused for a few seconds.

''I also just took you. I'm a stranger and older than you. Just like Mark. Why aren't you afraid? You don't even know what my plans are with you, or why you are here. We're going to get married.'' I told her softly, but confusion was noteable in my voice.

I couldn't understand this girl. She's so different from anyone I met yet. She behaves so strangely and even though she's been here for only a short period of time, I already worry the heck about her. If she only started dealing with her trauma properly. Then I'd relax a bit.

''The past is the past.'' Anastasia said simply, avoiding any eye contact with me. She started searching for something and I grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at me.

''True. But you've had a traumatic experience. You have to deal with it Ana. Pushing it away won't help, it will only make it worse.'' I explained to her, hoping she'd listen to me.

''Oh and you know that, Grey?! What do YOU know of having a traumatic experience. I've gone through so much in my fucking life and here I stand in front of a fucking billionare who thinks he can fucking tell me how to handle my life?!'' Anastasia suddenly burst out in anger. Her eyes were wide open and were burning, she was literally giving me dead glares.

I'm sure her glare could kill someone right now. But I surely didn't expect her to react this angry. I thought she may realize everything and might start to cry, but this.. Taylor was right. I should have talked to Dr. Flynn first before talking to Anastasia. I wasn't an expert at all.

''God damnit I'm here to help you! Don't you see it?! Why on earth would I bring you here otherwise? To simply have fun or what? My fucking sister has to hide for years now, just because I brought you here!'' I shouted back, not able to contain my anger myself.

I knew I have a short temper, which is exactly why I was trying to calm myself down. And instead of getting all lost in my anger, I balled my hands into fists and concentrated all my emotions in my fist, by squeezing it so tightly that it started to hurt.

''Then go. I don't need to be here, Grey! I can go and you can happily ever after live with your family.'' Anastasia replied stubbornly, still glaring at me.

''I can't let you go and you know that.''

''Yeah because of Mark and his gang, huh? And it's silly. Do you really think they are fools? They'll realize that you just faked everything and then we're both dead!'' She yelled. Again.

''No. They'll only check if we are married.'' I told her through gritted teeth. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but I failed. I was beyond angry. Angry with her, Angry with the whole situation.

''And we're not, super smart CEO.'' Ana snapped at me.

''What the fuck is wrong with you?! 5 minutes ago you were the happiest person on earth and now you're the biggest bitch.'' I told her frustrated.

''Ahh now I'm a bitch? Didn't you tell me to handle my trauma? Well this is my way of handling it, Grey. Get over it and leave me alone.'' Anastasia snapped again and walked away, fast. I went after her.

''God stop avoiding me and running away?! Do you always push everyone away in your life?'' I said calmer than before, but I was getting annoyed by her mood.

And then she did something I would have never expected her to do it this moment. She started to cry. Really cry. And meanwhile I would have been glad if she actually cried before, now it just seemed inappropriate and weird.

''That's what my mother told me too before she died.'' Ana cried and collapsed on her knees. She brought her hands to her face and just cried. I was frozen. Not knowing what to do.

''Sir? What is wrong?'' Taylor rushed to me, as he saw Ana.

''I don't know. I don't know.''

She needed help. Desperate help.

A/N: Before anyone asks, Ana's mom died when she was still a little child and she feels responsible for it. I'll explain it soon. And sorry for the many mood swings, but here she is mentally broke and really unstable. Anyways.. hope you enjoyed the chapter.