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CHAPTER 4

Isabelle woke up and panicked. Where the hell she was?

She slowly looked around the room and remembered that she was at Ana's place. Sighing, she closed her eyes again. The memories from last day came back into her head, making her emotional again. The tears started rolling down her cheeks as she remembered every single word Elena had said.

Isabelle hugged a pillow tightly and tried her hardest not to sob. She couldn't let Ana see her like that. She hated when people saw her crying and after yesterday she hated it even more. She thought about how Ana had acted yesterday, and it made her cry harder. Anastasia was a stranger but she acted better than Isabelle's biologic father.

"Good morning," Isabelle heard a voice. She immediately wiped away the tears and faked a smile, before sitting up in the bed and meeting Anastasia's honest smile. Ana was already showered and dressed.

"Morning," Isabelle said back. The crying had made an effect to her voice: it was snapping and obtuse. Ana gave her a small sad smile and sat down on the edge of the couch, where Isabelle had slept.

"How are you feeling today?" Anastasia asked, and looked at Isabelle's face. Isabelle just shrugged and looked down at her hands. She didn't want to talk with Ana, she didn't want Ana to ask her about what happened yesterday. She didn't want her to know the terrible true.

"I'm good, thank you," Isabelle lied and faked another smile. Ana shook her head: she wasn't stupid, she knew Isabelle wasn't saying the truth.

"Look, Isabelle, I know that we don't know each other, but you can trust me. If you think that I support your father, then you're wrong. I don't know why he acts the way he acts, but I wish I could understand him." Ana said, looking straight into Isabelle's eyes.

"Thank you," Isabelle whispered, because if she would say it out loud, Ana would understand that she was almost crying. But Ana understood it anyway.

"Come here," Anastasia said and pulled Isabelle closer, wrapping her hands around the girl. Isabelle hugged Anastasia back tightly and let herself break down.

Isabelle couldn't describe how she was feeling right then. One part of her thought that her life was falling apart but other thought that maybe it's a new begging.

After a few moments, Isabelle calmed down and pulled away. She wiped her tears away from her cheeks and looked at Ana with a small smile on her face. She was so thankful to her.

"Okay, now stop crying and go to the shower. I will make breakfast for us, okay?" Anastasia suggested and stood up. Isabelle nodded her head, still smiling and rushed to the shower.

"So, I called Grace yesterday." Ana said when Isabelle sat down to the table. Isabelle's eyes widened as her brain functioned the information. "I told her I will bring you to her house in the morning, so I think we should go there after breakfast." Ana added and started eating her breakfast.

"I don't want to go there," The smile, which was on Isabelle's face for the whole morning, disappeared. "I don't want to see Christian." She said, shaking her head. She wasn't able to face him just yet. In fact, she didn't think that she would want to see him ever again.

"You won't see him. You know, he's working, like always, he won't be there," The sadness in Ana's voice was so bright but Isabelle just let it go through her ears. She didn't want to bother herself with thoughts about Christian.

"Okay," Isabelle mumbled and started drinking her tea. Suddenly she realized that she had no place to go. After all, what she had found out about Christian and her mother, she didn't want to live with him anymore. In fact, she didn't want to live with his family or have any kinds of communications with him. She wanted to delete him from her life but she couldn't do it because after all, he was her father.

Anastasia sighed and started drinking her tea too. Her heart broke into million pieces when she saw Isabelle's face when the girl 'heard' Christian's name. Although Ana had no idea about what Elena had told to Isabelle, Ana didn't even know that Isabelle saw Elena; she could understand why Isabelle acted that way. If Ana was at the same spot as Isabelle was, she would do the same. She would ignore Christian, too.

As soon as Isabelle walked into Grey's house, she was embraced by her grandmother. Grace couldn't help but started crying as soon as Isabelle was in her embrace. When Christian had called and told her that Isabelle was missing, she thought she would never see her again.

"Don't you dare to disappear again," Grace whispered and kissed Isabelle on both cheeks. Then she pulled away and gave a hug to Ana. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," She repeated, making Ana blush. She wasn't used of people acting like that around her.

"No need to thank me." Anastasia smiled. She looked at Isabelle and found Isabelle almost crying again. Ana opened her mouth to ask what's wrong but somebody was faster than she.

"So you are here," It was Christian's voice. It was so strong and frightening, just like always. Isabelle immediately tensed and looked down at her hands. That moment she started feeling guilty… but not because she had ran away… She felt bad because she came back. She made his life much more difficult and he would be better off without her. Isabelle was sure.

"Chris-" Anastasia started but Christian cut her off.

"And you?" Christian glared at Ana but then quickly turned back to Isabelle. "Don't you two fucking understand that I was worried?"

"Worried?" Isabelle couldn't help but started laughing. The sarcasm was so clear in her word and her laugh. Who was he trying to fool? "Are you fucking kidding me?" She shouted walking to him. Grace was about to discipline Isabelle for talking like that, but Isabelle didn't leave her time. She continued her speech. "You, worried? Who are you trying to fool, Christian?"

"Don't talk to me like that," He said as calm as he could although everything inside him was burning from anger.

"Or what?" She asked, stopping in front of him. She sighed and looked straight into his eyes. "You know, I spend all my life trying to figure out why you didn't love me…"

"I love you"

"And after yesterday, I finally know." She ignored Christian. "Why did you take me?" Isabelle stopped shouting, right then she was barely whispering. "You could just bring me to the foster house… And maybe there I would have found someone who would be able to love me? Don't you think I deserve something better than your hate? I know I was a mistake, but you, Christian Grey, could get away from that shit. Why do you torture me?" The tears filled Isabelle's eyes as she looked straight into Christian's eyes. She didn't want to look away, she wanted to see his reaction.

The room was full of silence. Grace and Anastasia stood there as if frozen, while Isabelle stared at Christian. The seconds, minutes passed by but Christian didn't say anything. He was just standing there and staring back at her.

"Whatever" Isabelle muttered after a while and closed her eyes tightly. She swallowed the knot of tears and looked to Christian one more time. Then, she quickly turned away and rushed upstairs.

Grace looked and Christian and shook her head before turning around and rushing after Isabelle.

Anastasia continued standing there and staring at Christian. For a few moments they stood like that but then Christian couldn't take it anymore. He walked closer to Anastasia and when he was about to kiss her, she stepped back.

"Don't." She whispered.

"What's wrong?" Christian asked and put his hand on her cheek, making Ana look up at him.

"I don't know what's wrong with you," She snapped and walked away from him. "I don't understand how I could fall in love with man who acts like an asshole. You know, right now, I understand what you meant when you said that you don't know how to love." With that, Anastasia walked out of the house, leaving Christian alone. Alone with his thoughts. Alone in the dark.

"Sweetheart," Grace sat down on the edge of the bed, where Isabelle was laying and crying. Grace had to control herself because the tears were in her eyes again. She couldn't believe that her son, her cute boy, could treat his daughter like that. All those years Grace thought that they had a really good relationship but she was wrong. She was so wrong. "Belle, look at me," Grace asked again, stroking girl's back.

Isabelle didn't look at Grace. She didn't want to see anyone, even Grace, who was like a mother to her. The girl wanted to be alone forever. She wanted to drown in the sadness.

"If I would have known," Grace whispered and looked up at the ceiling trying to stop the tears which were running down her cheeks.

"It's not your fault," Isabelle wiped away the tears from her cheeks and sat up in bed. She turned to Grace and gave her a small sad smile.

"Belle," Grace wrapped her hands tightly around her granddaughter. "I promise you, for now on everything will change. You can stay here as long as you want. You don't have to live with him, if you don't want to…"

"I don't want to." Isabelle answered immediately. "And thank you," She added before pulling away.

Isabelle laid down on the bed again and turned to the side. She closed her eyes and pretended that she started sleeping.

After a while Grace stood up, picked up a blanket and covered Isabelle with it. She left a quick kiss on her head before walking out of the room and closing the door behind herself.

Isabelle opened her eyes and started crying again. Her life was so fucked up. Everything what had happened during these last days, changed everything. It was much easier to fool herself and hope that Christian loved her just didn't express it well but after she heard the whole story, there was no point in fooling herself anymore.

Her life was over.