Chapter 7
Nothing will keep us apart
Ana opened her eyes. They were flipped. She looked over at Christian. "Christian? Baby?" She asked, reaching for him. She heard footsteps. Fear gripped her as she heard shoes crunching on the glass. She saw knees by her head. And there he was. Jack Hyde. He had a crazy smile on his face.
"Hello, Ana." She struggled to get free from the seatbelt. She whimpered when she noticed that her ankle was pinned. She could feel the blood running down her ankle. She looked at Jack. "Jack, please." She begged. He smiled and he took a knife. She moved from the knife.
He took it and cut her seatbelt. She looked at him. He grabbed her by the wrist and wrenched her from the car. She cried out in pain. "Jack, I'm stuck." She said. He pulled harder. She screamed in pain as he pulled her so hard that she was free. She took shaky breaths. She looked down.
Her ankle was bloody and there were deep gashes in her skin. "Come on bitch tease." She squirmed from his hold. She looked back to the car. "Christian! Please! Wake up! Christian!" She screamed as Jack dragged her to the car. She heard breaks squealing. She looked up. Taylor came out of the car, his gun aimed at Jack.
"Let her go! Now!" he yelled. Jack took his knife and put it to her stomach. Ana whimpered. "Please." She whispered. He looked at Taylor. "You take one more step, they both die." He said. Taylor stopped.
Ana struggled against his grip. "Taylor, please." Ana begged. Taylor put the gun down and he put his hands up. "Good, now you will not follow us. If you do, then she dies." He dragged her to the car. "No, let me go! Let me go! Please! Taylor! CHRISTIAN!"
Jack shut the door. He jumped into the car and he sped off. Taylor rushed to the overturned car. "Sir!? Sir, can you hear me!?" he yelled. He reached in and felt for a pulse. Thank God there was one. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Christian's eyes fluttered open. "Taylor?" he asked, barely awake. He nodded. "Don't worry sir there is an ambulance on the way." He nodded slightly. "Ana, check on Ana." He said faintly. He fell back unconscious.
Christian was rushed to the hospital. He was luckily not severely injured. He had a concussion and fractured ribs along with other scrapes and bruises. He woke up in the hospital room to his family standing in the room. Grace rushed over to him.
"Christian, thank god! We were so worried." She said, hugging her son. "I'm fine, mom. Really." He looked around the room. "Wait, where's Anastasia? Is she okay? What room is she in?" He asked, sitting up.
There wasn't a sound. He looked from his parents to his siblings. "What the hell happened? Where's Ana?" he asked, fear gripping him. Taylor entered the room. Christian looked at him. "Where is she Taylor?" his voice, shaking slightly.
"Hyde has her." He said with a frown. There was a collective gasp in the room. "How do you know that's where she is?" asked Christian, his voice shaking in anger. "Because I watched him take her."
"You watched him take her!?" He yelled. He shot up and groaned at his sore ribs. Grace pushed him back to the bed. "Christian, easy." she said. He glared at Taylor. "You better explain yourself!" He yelled. Taylor picked up his head.
"I arrived as Hyde had cut her from the car. I drew my gun and aimed it at him. He took a knife and he put it to Mrs. Grey's stomach. I couldn't do it sir. He threatened them both. If I would have taken another step, he would have killed them both."
Anger, sadness, and guilt filled Christian. He looked at Taylor. "Then we need to go and look for her." He looked at his mother. "Can I check myself out?" She nodded. "If I make sure to tell them that you will be well taken care of." He nodded.
He got dressed and he checked himself out. He looked at Taylor. "Okay, let's go find my wife."
Ana was waken up by a slap in the face. She opened her eyes and she was in a shed. He was tied up, her arms tied above her head. Her legs were also tied up. And she was gagged. She struggled against her restraints.
"Beautiful, as always." She glared at him. He took the gag from her mouth. "Let me go Jack, please. It's not too late. You can still fix this." He slapped her across the face. "I have nothing to fix. This is your screw up."
"All you had to do was give it up to me. That's all you needed to do. You teased me every day and the moment I wanted you, you freaked out. And you ran to your precious Christian. And you had him fire me. You both have fucked my life up. And now I am going to fuck both of your lives up."
Jack took his knife and ran it along her body. He rested it on her stomach. Ana tried to back away from the blade. "Please, the baby is innocent in this. Please. Don't harm the baby." She begged.
He backhanded her. Ana spit out blood. "Jack, please. What will end this?" He leaned in so he was mere inches from her face. She flinched. "When you're dead." Ana took a shaky breath. He took the knife and he ran it across her collarbone, across her chest, leaving a line of blood.
Ana whimpered from the pain. She felt sick to her stomach. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. She bowed her head. Jack laughed. "When you join Christian in death, that will be the end of this. I wonder how Christian's family is coping." She picked her head up and looked at him.
"What are you talking about?" fear coursed through her. "Oh, you didn't know? Christian died in that accident."
Ana's world stopped. She wasn't able to check and see if he was still breathing. "You're lying. Christian is alive." She said, her voice breaking. Jack laughed. "Really?" he took something from his pocket and threw it on teh gorund. It hit the ground with a clang.
Ana's breath caught. It was his wedding band. And it was covered in blood. Tears filled her eyes. "No." She whispered. She went limp. She couldn't believe this. Christian was dead. And it was all her fault. If only she hadn't married him. She was the reason that he was dead.
Jack laughed. "The real fun hasn't began yet, Ana. We will start that fun soon." He said with a sick smile. He looked at her. There was no reaction. She was in shock. He laughed. "The fun will begin soon."
Ana stayed, chained to the wall. She was limp. She was numb to the pain in her raw ankle. She was numb to the wound on her chest. To the other injuries that she had. She felt nothing. Her worse fear came true. Christian Grey was dead. And it was all her fault. And that would be something that Anastasia Steele-Grey would never forgive herself for.
