A/N: I want this Ana to be much more independent than the one in the book. She just allowed a lot of things that Christian did, that should bother her. One being his constant need to "protect" her. She's freakin' 21 years old. Leaving Christian was her "growing" up in a sense and reverting back to something she got away from wouldn't do the character any justice in this story. I don't claim to be a perfect writer, as I'm far from it. I'm sorry if some did not like my choice to have Ana go to her own apartment alone, even with Lelia out and about. If you recall, she went alone into her apartment with Taylor and Christian in the car in the book. I digress.

Now, anyone have any opinions on whether or not she should be pregnant? I'm debating on it. Not sure if I want to do it. Send me a PM or reply via review if you'd like to leave your opinion.

I stand, frozen in my bedroom. I'm looking at woman who has broken into my apartment, not once, but twice. She has blood coming from these cuts on her arms and she's holding a freaking knife at me. Eh, not how I saw my day going.

"You must be Leila," I say as friendly as I can muster. I'm going to have to be clever here.

"Bitch, don't even try. Christian will never love you. He is incapable," she says crudely. She walks a circle around me, twirling the knife in her hand. I take a moment to get a good look at her. She looks so disheveled. Like she hasn't bathed in a few days. She's also still bleeding. The new blood mixing with old blood. She obviously needs help.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"I had to see for myself. The woman who thinks she can tame Christian. You have no idea what he needs. How could you? It's been, what? A couple weeks. Try more than a year of his constant orders and beatings. Then come talk to me," she says, continuing to circle me. I thought maybe this was her longing for him. No, she's angry. Really angry.

I keep my eye on her hand with the knife. I don't want to push her too far but I want answers. "If you're so in tuned to him, why are you here and not showing Christian "just how much you love him"?" I ask, sarcastically.

"Well, he seems to have a big yen for ya, so I needed to elimin-size up the competition," she corrects herself.

She started to say eliminate. Why me? She looks like me, or I look like her.

"You've got to be insane if you think you can handle him. He is mine, not yours. You are-"

"Me? Insane? You should look in the one mirror left that you didn't break. You've broken into my home, trashed it, and are here now to, what? "Teach me" a lesson?" I ask, finding my backbone.

She gives me a wicked smile. Then she back-hands me across my face. I taste blood in my mouth. BITCH.

I stand there stunned. What the hell?

Before I know it, she tackles me to the ground. And we are struggling. All the while she has the knife. I throw a punch at her face and connect, throwing her off balance. It gives me enough time to kick her in the leg and get up, attempting to make a run for it. She manages to swing the knife and get the back of my calf. That stings, a lot. But, I cannot care right now, as I try to make my way to the door so I can scream for help. Suddenly I'm back on the floor. She has me by the hair and hits my head to the linoleum floor.

I stir and am unable to move or speak. What the fuck? I am fully awake now and I realize I'm in my apartment, bound and gagged to my bed. Leila stands there, smirk and all, looking damn pleased with herself.

"I told you. You just can't handle it, can you?" I try moving my legs and arms, which is a bad move. It hurts. My head hurts. I feel a bead of, what I can only assume, is blood trickle down the side of my face. She managed to tie my feet together and my arms to the end of the bed and I'm sitting on the floor. This is not good. She grabs her cell phone and makes a call.

"Yes, it's done. Well, she won't be posing for any magazines any time soon. Did you take care of Taylor?" She asks and I gasp. Oh, no. Taylor. What did this bitch do to him? I will kill her if she hurt him. "Yes, he's my next call."

What if he's been shot and he's bleeding outside and now I cannot help him? What am I going to do? Oh God, he's hurt or maybe worse because of me. I close my eyes.

"Christian?" Leila says aloud and it pulls me from my thoughts. She's crying? Oh, she's good. "I need you. Please come. I need your help." She immediately disconnects the phone. "That gives me a little extra time. It'll take him awhile to track my cell. And by then, I'll be done with you. Rid of you."

I feel, not only pain, but a chill in my bones. She's dead serious. I can't help but wonder, what happened to this girl to make her this angry. Who got into her head?

"And don't worry. Yours will be the only death today. Taylor has just been incapacitated for the time being. Then he will be fired for letting you get hurt…" she mumbles on and I stop listening. I have to figure out a way to get out of here. She's in the other room on the phone again and I lay down sifting through the stuff to try and find something to get me out of this ductape. Is that scissors? I sit up quickly, as she's coming back

"Oh Ana. We could've been friends too," she says, crouching down to put her face in front of mine. She takes out my gag. Whew. That's better. Trying to maneuver the scissors in my hands with them bound together isn't the easiest thing to do.

"But, you took him from me. You little slut. Jack told me all about you and how you are with men! Open your legs for anyone…." she trails off, grabbing a fist full of my hair and jerking my head to the side. I wince in pain.

"Someone needs to teach you a lesson," she says chillingly.

"Really?" I ask. I decide if I'm going to do this, I'd better do it quickly. "Is that someone gonna be you?" I say evenly looking her dead in the eye. I then pull my hands apart, stabbing her in the arm that holds my hair. She screams in fury and gets out of my face.

"You little bitch," she says, out of breath. She reaches behind her and pulls the revolver, pointing it at me. "You think you know everything? You think you can have your cake and eat it too? That you can take the only man I've ever loved from me?" she says, tears falling down her face.

Very quickly this scene changes. One minute she's pointing a gun at me and then the next I hear Christian's voice.

"Leila?!" he asks, shocked at the scene before him. "ANA!" he yells, coming towards me.

"No! Step back!" She yells, tears streaming down her face, shaking the gun at him with the finger on the trigger. Sawyer appears behind him, gun drawn on her.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Leila, I can help-"

"Help me? All I wanted was you and what we had! And she took it from me," she states, pointing the shaky gun back at me.

"Lelia. Let's pretend we're in the room back at Escala, just you and me." he orders softly and her ears perk up. "Now, kneel," he orders and she quickly obeys putting her head down, not looking at him. He grabs the gun from her hand and hands it to Sawyer behind him. He stands in front of her.

"Sawyer, get Ana out of here NOW!" he demands. Sawyer cuts the tape at my feet and helps me stand.

"No! She's insane Christian! What are you doing?!" I shout.

"Now, Sawyer," he says, not looking at us. I don't understand what he is doing. Is he really going to have some kind of sex fantasy out in my bedroom and expect me to be okay with it?

"Fuck you," I manage before I'm quickly escorted out of my own damn apartment, like I'm the criminal. Not sure if I meant that to both of them or just him. He's willinging put himself with a psychopath. And became an "insta-dom" right in front of me. It's like an addiction. Mine is him and his is BDSM. He'll never be able to go without it, will he? It's like second nature..isn't it?

I storm out of my building and spin around at Sawyer. "Where is Taylor?!" I shout.

"He was knocked unconscious somehow and is in the back seat of the car," Sawyer simply says. I open the door and there is Taylor rubbing the back of his head.

"Ana!" he says, relieved to see me. "Oh thank God. I thought you were…" I trail off, not sure what I thought happened to him. I just knew it wasn't good.

"One minute I was pacing outside of your building and the next I was hit in the back of the head with what felt like a brick. I'm so sorry Ana, I should've-" I silence him quickly.

"No. You do not apologize for this. Some psychotic bitch is upstairs and Christian is in there with her. This wasn't your fault," I say, anger rising in me. I decide not to tell him what happened inside.

As I look over to Sawyer, he's vanished. But, I see police pull up behind the R8. Oh great. Now we have the police involved. 'What did you expect, she beat you up and held you against your will in your own apartment,' my subconscious reminds me. She is a sick, sick girl.

And suddenly, I begin to let it sink in. Having a gun pointed at me, Lelia threatening me, being tied up, my head hurting, our physical altercation. And it's too much. And everything goes black.