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Fifty Shades Of Darkness

Chapter Seven:

APOV

"I'm… I'm sorry Ana…I just" Christian Apprehensively stutters. A trickle of perspiration drives down his perturbed face, while he brushes his rough hands through his copper hair. He steadily removes his hand from his roots and it venture towards my cheek. Instantaneously I toss my head in the opposite direction to prevent him from doing so.

Without turning back towards him I mutter coldly to him, "I don't care Christian… You left me when I needed you… Just…Just please leave me alone." I harshly close my eyes in an attempt to ignore his presence.

"Ana… Please… I didn't want to disturb you…"

"Christian! You promised to never let go or leave… but you did… I woke up needing you…" I snap irately, I turn back towards him with a sour look masked across my face. I witness the worry camouflaged on Christian's face. His face is flusters and his eyes have swelled with water.

"I'm here now…" He hesitates to reply.

"It's not good enough Christian!" I firmly snap. I can feel the temper blazing deeply within me. The fury must be evident in my face, as I feel my cheek begin to burn. I just need him to leave! "Get out Christian!" I explode with frustration. My teeth grind together as I wait for his next action, and hopefully that is of him leaving!

"Ana… This…This…is unreasonable" I automatically see the regret fill his eyes, I'm silent. How dare he? I'm being unreasonable?

"HOW. FUCKING. DARE. YOU!" I roar.

"Christian, I think you should leave now" Grace's voice fills the room. The tension vibrates of the cream, painted walls, as does my previous scream. Christian gingerly steps away from my bed, staring timidly into my eyes. He reluctantly exits the room, glancing back at me every so often, but I glare into his eyes encouraging him to continue leaving. I release a deep breath and close my eyes to ready myself for graces interrogation.

I unwillingly reveal my blues pools and look directly at Grace, who is frowning heavily. Her usual smooth forehead is tainted with deep creases of uncertainty. I suddenly notice the guilt rising within me. The guilt continues to advance into my throat, leaving a burning sensation in the process. I acknowledge that my mouth begins to fill with water. I reach over for the card board dish next to my bed and empty bile from my stomach into it. I continue to heave as Grace slowly rubs my back encouraging me.

Once the dry heaves end I collapse back against my pillow. I immediately regret my actions when my head comes in contact with the mattress. A sharp agonising ache rapidly erupts at the back of my head. I let out a gasp as the pain doesn't subside. Graces' gentle fingers lift up my head to inspect the injury. Although she doesn't touch the obvious wound, she does patiently observe it.

"Ana… I think you're going to need to have stitches" She lightly informs me. I feel the dripping of liquid in my hair and assume that it is blood. "I'll go get one of the nurses" she subtly explains. My eyes shoot open. I abruptly tense my sore muscles at the thought of a stranger treating me. My hands promptly grip at her wrist before she has a chance to get a nurse.

"Can't… you do it…Grace… Please" The uneasiness is obvious in my voice. Her eyes instantly settle, and the corners of her pink lips curl into a reassuring smile. Her dainty features compose me, as I know that I can absolutely, and completely safe with Grace.

"Of course sweetheart… I'll just go sanitize my hands and put on some gloves from your examination." She slowly explains. Once I nod my head cautiously, she scurries towards the sink in my hospital room and gets prepare. Within second's Grace has returned to my side. He petite hands are covered in latex gloves and she is wearing a doctors gown. "Now Ana, Christian has told me what has happened, for this reason I will be required to carry out a set of examination to collect evidence and to treat you… do you understand Ana? I need to know that it is ok for us to proceed with the examination?" She questions me with an encouraging stork on my quivering arm.

I faintly nod my head, as I cannot gather the energy to speak. I fasten my eyelids together for a long duration at each blink. My fingers begin to knot together anxiously, as I watch Grace open up one of the many swabs. "Ana, before I treat your wounds it's vital that we take some swabs, it's only so that we can collect some evidence against…," Grace instantly stops and reverts to her next question. "Is it ok for me to proceed? And then we can clean you up, and you can consider writing a statement, if you feel up to it." My stomach twists and I fight the urge to gag. Similarly I just nod in approval.

Once Grace has taken the appropriate swabs, a sample of my urine and cleaned me up, she exits the room to get my samples sent to the lab, leaving me with a glass of water and the morning after pill. I know that my shots is activated yet, so I cannot take any risks. The thought of becoming pregnant from such a horrific event petrifies me. A child should be made out of love. I automatically swallow the pill and feel slightly relieved as I do. I sheepishly tuck my knees into my chest and stare out at rainy Seattle. I distract myself from the tempting thoughts and memories by staring absent-mindingly at the condensations frosting against the windows. Each of my blinks are painfully slow, as are the deep breaths I inhale. A continuous thump on the hospital door draws me away from the window.

"Come in" My croaky voice manages to shout. The door harshly swings open. A women with short dark brown hair, appears in front of me. Her green eyes illuminate the room, and her elegant, young features cause a gasp to escape from my mouth. She is dressed in a typical grey trouser suit, with a white blouse underneath. She confidently strides over towards the chair situated at the left of my bed. I feel a sudden rush of jealous arise within me, as I realise she is the perfect candidate for Christian. My face turns sour and my cold reception is probably unnecessary, but at this moment in time, I honestly don't care.

"Hello Miss Steele, I'm detective Holderson, do you mind?" She gestures towards the chair.

"Not at all," I reply. "However I would appreciate if you could get my boyfriend, if you're going to question me" Although our fight was merely an hour ago, I feel unsettled in here without him.

"Well at this moment in time, I don't think that's appropriate, do you Miss Steele?" She pulls out her notepad, but her stare doesn't leave my confused face. Her question and comment makes me uncertain. What is she implying?

"I don't… quite understand…" I shrug. Her brow draws into a questionable arch. Her gestures seem interrogating.

"It's a few informal questions Miss Steele, nothing to worry about" She attempts to reassure me, but her gaze informs me that her previous comment meant something entirely different. "I would like to start by saying, I understand this is a difficult situation, but these questions are vital to commence the investigation" She boldly explains, as though she has said that statement a hundred times. The term 'investigation' makes me nervous. It's obvious who attack me, what else needs investigating? That bastard just needs locking up!

"No investigation is required! I can confirm who sexually assaulted me… Jack Hyde!" I scream. The urge to vomit presents itself again, when his name rolls off my tongue. I however ignore the urge and hold back my emotion. The detective doesn't seem interested or fazed by my revelation, instead she just continuously writes notes in her notepad.

"We will get to the bottom of everything; just answer us a few questions..." She says composedly. I stare into her green eyes with fury. She however ignores my deadly glare, and begins with her questions. "Where are the clothes that you were wearing when you were attack?" Very subtle detective my subconscious sarcastically scoffs. I gaze blankly into her emerald crystals, while I gingerly recollect the events of earlier today.

"There…there in the…trash" I comprehend now that my actions was foolish deposing of evidence. But at the time it felt right, ridding myself of the horrific memories that were sealed into the seams of the clothes.

"Hmmm, and why would you do that Miss Steele?" She inquires politely with a bewildered look on her face.

"I felt… dirty" I wirily reveal. My eyes screw shut as I block out the excruciating images that are plunging into my mind. I naturally twill my finger together to comfort me, it's always been a habit of mine in stressful situations. The detective aimlessly scribbles in her notepad as she studies my expression.

"This won't take much longer" She convinces me, once she recognises my discomfort. "How is your relationship with Christian?" She challenges me. I abruptly lift my head and inspect her eyes. I squint slightly in the process. I clearly see her motivate for the interview, and I instantly see red as the atmosphere saturates with tension.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with you!" I viciously snap. He eyes wonder around my body and face searching for a small give away.

"It's a simple question Ana," Oh so we have dropped the informalities now My subconscious spits. "Do you have a problem with the question?" Detective Holderson quizzes with a slight smirk lining her face. I raise my eyebrow, demonstrating my composure, as I understand that my answer has to be crucially right.

"Of course not!" I disclose tactfully. "Our relationship is fine, not that it actually matters to you" I fiercely affirm. The detective smirks as she grips hold of her notepad and slips it into her blazers inside pocket. Her elbows find her knees as she leans forward towards me, unnecessarily closing the distance between us, instantaneously I shuffle to the opposite side of the bed.

"So can you explain why you were screaming for him to leave earlier? A bit irrational, don't you think, especially towards someone you love?" She articulates as she smoothly settles back into the chair. I carefully deliberate my next words before assemble the energy to speak.

"I wanted to be alone" I justify.

"So why was Doctor Grey still in the room? And your tone with him was unnecessary in that case then"

"What are you getting at?" I boldly question her. Her long winded questions are beginning to irate me, and I grasp the motive behind her questions, I just want to be certain.

"Did Christian get a little too rough? Or has this happen before?" The accusation the detective accumulates astonishes me. My mouth gaps open at her accusation and I blink rapidly. Surely she cannot possible accuse someone like this! Why on earth would she think that Christian would do this to me?

"We both know what I'm on about, don't we?"


Don't you just hate cliff hangers?;) OF COURSE I WASN'T GOING TO MAKE ANA PREGNANT WITH HYDES BABY;) BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO SPOIL THE SUSPENSE. SO YEPP ANA TOOK THE MORNING AFTER PILL!:)

I have many many many ideas floating around in my little head, which I hope you will all love!

I've been getting impatient because I want to get to the juicy bits, but of course I will not rush it the story!

Did the detective search Christians apartment, and discover the playroom? Does she now know about Christian and his kinky fuckery? Or is Ana just being paranoid?

How do you think she knows? What's going to happen? She is trying to pin it on dear Christian?

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