CHAPTER-4
My head throbs. I can't even open my eyes. I cannot believe I had so much to drink even though I know alcohol and me don't see eye to eye. Looks like Ethan and Jose got me home safe. Last night was crazy. At one time I am sad about Christian and the next I am gulping down alcohol and the next I am dancing and doing what not. Everything seems a blur.
I try to sit up and fall right back on the pillow. My head. Urgh.
I turn to my left and see a flash of copper.
My heart stops beating and I stop breathing. WHAT THE HELL?!
I lie back down and start laughing. Oh my goodness, I am still drunk and I am imagining myself on Christian's bed with Christian. I fall back to sleep again.
I don't want to wake up but nature calls and my bladder is on the verge of bursting. My head is still throbbing and my legs feel like jelly. I sit up and stand with great difficulty. Suddenly I am on alert. I am aware of my surroundings.
SHIT!
I really am in Christian's bedroom. Christian is nowhere to be seen. I quickly glance down and relax when I see I am still wearing clothes from last night. I feel fury seep through me, but before anything else, I charge inside the bathroom for my morning release.
HOW DARE HE? WHO THE HELL IS HE?
I am not the same old Ana Steele that he walked all over on. This is Anastasia version 2.01.
And Anastasia version 2.01 does not do with getting abducted.
Maybe I can just kill him. Sounds like a plan. My inner goddess wakes up from her deep slumber and gives me a thumbs-up. My subconscious just rolls her eyes at me.
Alright maybe I am just overreacting but I can maybe just kick him in the balls. He surely does deserve that. Bastard.
I come out of the bathroom, to find a glass of cranberry juice and Advil. I take them. I didn't realize how thirsty I was up until I drank the juice. There's also a glass of water and I drink that too. Aah that felt so good.
I hear the door open and in one whisk I am back inside the bathroom. Fuck.
My subconscious points at me and laughs. So much for kicking him in the balls. I roll my eyes. Shit. This seems even more difficult than I contemplated. I've missed both my inner goddess and subconscious so much in the past three months. Seems like they missed Christian too and left me all on my own.
Wait what? NO! Now is not the time for dwelling in emotions. It is time to make plans. Time for Ana Steele version 2.01 in action.
Think Ana. THINK!
Nothing.
Both my inner goddess and subconscious seem to sulk at the corner and I just slump on the commode seat.
Suddenly I know just what to do.
I tip-toe out of the bedroom. There isn't anyone. Christian seems to be in his study shouting at Taylor and Swayer. I slowly walk like a cat without making any noise and hurry to the foyer and call the elevator. While I wait, I pray nobody comes out of his study and sees me. The elevator pings and I jump in and put in the code. Thankfully the code is not changed and before I know it the elevator is descending and I am running out of Escala like a mad person. I realize I don't even have heels on nor do I have my purse but what the hell. I just need to get away from here as fast I can and make a mad dash.
I run till I can feel my lungs might rupture and I stop to take some breath. I am barefoot, and I have no money. I stop a man and ask for his phone so I can make a call.
"Ethan it's me Ana." I say trying to catch my breath.
"Ana? Where are you? We tried calling you the whole night! The bastard just drove off with you. Oh my God I'm so sorry. We went to Escala but we weren't even allowed up! The bastard that he is…" Ethan keeps on blabbering.
"Shut up Ethan. I escaped. I'll tell you what happened later but right now just come get me." I tell him.
"Where are you now? I'll come get you right away." Ethan replies.
I give him the address and 10 minutes later he drives up infront of me with Kate and Jose in tow and I rush inside the car. I let out a sigh and tell them about what a close call it was and how I literally ran from him like a coward.
So much for Anastasia version 2.01.
God! I'm such a loser.