Chapter 9
Come back to me
"Christian, you don't mean that." said Grace. He turned to look at his mother. "Yes, I do. I am going to kill this son of a bitch. Ana was right! He's never going to stop! And now he's going to not only kill my wife, but he's also going to kill my unborn child! He belongs in the ground!" He screamed.
"Christian, you can't kill him. You are better than that. You have to be patient." said Mia. "Being patient has done nothing Mia! Nothing! This is all my fault! I couldn't protect my wife and child! The only way I can do that is if I can kill this sick fuck!" He yelled. He took shaky breaths. Everyone was quiet. They all looked at Christian.
He choked on a sob. Grace walked over and she hugged her son. He hugged her tightly. Sobs shook him. Grace rubbed his back. "We are going to get through this. Together. And we are going to bring Ana and the baby home safe. Please, don't do anything rash." said Grace. They separated and Christian sat on the sofa. He rested his head in his hand, blocking his eyes. Grace sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Taylor tried to figure out where Jack sent the email from. Every time he tried, it bounced back. "Damn it," he said lowly. Grace walked into the room where Taylor was working. "How is Mr. Grey?" asked Taylor.
Grace sighed deeply. "He's a mess. I gave him a mild sedative. His anger is clouding his judgment. It's not strong. He just needs to rest a little bit. It should wear off in about an hour." Taylor nodded.
"Every time I get close to figuring out where this email is from, it bounces back. If I can break through this, I can figure out where Mrs. Grey is." Grace nodded. "I will leave you to it, then." Taylor nodded. Grace walked back to the living room where Christian was laying on the sofa.
Mia walked over to her mother. "Did you have to sedate him?" Grace nodded. "A bit. His anger scared me, slightly." Mia nodded. "Me, too. He loves Ana so much. And I can't imagine what he's feeling. I can't imagine the emotions he's feeling."
Grace nodded. "He's scared for her. For both of them. He needs Ana in his life. And if something serious happens to her, he will never forgive himself and we will lose him again. Maybe for good this time." Mia laid her head on her shoulder.
"I hope not. We just got this Christian. We need him to stay." Grace nodded. "I agree." They sat in the living room. Another hour passed. Christian came to. He sat up. Grace was covering a sleeping Mia. She looked at him.
"I'm sorry darling. It was all I could think of. You were so angry. And your anger would have clouded your judgment. And I will be honest, you scared us. We didn't know if you would have actually done it."
Christian rested against the arm of the sofa. "I would have. I was so overcome with anger that I couldn't control it. I am so worried about Ana and the baby that I can't focus. I can't erase the horrible feeling in my stomach."
Grace walked over to him and sat next to him. "We understand that you are worried about Ana and the child. We do. But you have to try and stay strong. Ana is going to need you strong. She can't have you scared and angry. She is going to need you Christian. And you are going to need to be there." He nodded.
He looked at her. "I am sorry for the language and the outburst. I didn't mean to scare anyone. I'm just on edge. But you are right. I need to let go of the anger for now and be the strength that Ana needs." Grace nodded.
"Got it!" yelled Taylor. He came rushing in. "I finally got through! I figured out where Hyde is located!" Christian jumped up, stumbling. Taylor steadied him. "Where?" He asked, looking at Taylor.
Taylor was hesitant. "Please Taylor. Tell me. I just want to get my wife." Taylor nodded. "They are located in the mountains, here," he said, pointing to the map. Christian nodded. "I have notified the police, and they are going to meet us there."
Christian nodded. He grabbed his jacket. They rushed to the car and to the location. Christian prayed that his Ana was okay. Ana screamed again as Jack ran the knife across her chest, from collarbone to collarbone, leaving more blood.
"Please. Please, Jack." She begged. He ran the knife from the center of her chest across her stomach, leaving a trail of blood behind. "Please, don't hurt the baby." she asked, she felt lightheaded.
Jack grabbed her mouth and leaned in to kiss her. The door burst open. In came Taylor, gun drawn, Sawyer behind, also with a gun drawn. Jack smiled. He dropped the knife. "Now, what did I say would happen if you followed me?" he asked, putting his finger to his lips, pretending to think.
"Oh, that's right. She died." He reached into his jacket and he aimed the gun at Ana's head. "Drop it! Drop the gun! DROP IT!" yelled Taylor. Jack cocked the gun. A shot ran out. Hyde dropped to the ground, clutching his leg.
Taylor rushed over, kicking the gun out of Jack's reach. Christian rushed over to Ana. He took a knife out and he cut her down. He laid her down on the ground, her head cradled. "Ana, baby? Can you hear me? Baby?" he asked, trying to wake her up.
She barely opened her eyes. She looked at Christian. "Heaven." She said lowly. She went limp. "Baby! Ana, come on, wake up! Stay with me!" He begged. "Dumb bitch just won't die." said Jack.
Christian turned and glared at Jack. He looked over and there was his gun. He reached for it. "Mr. Grey!" yelled Taylor. He stood up. Christian cocked the gun and aimed it at Jack. He laughed.
"You don't have the balls, Grey. You won't kill me." He straightened his arm, putting the gun closer to Hyde. "Mr. Grey, don't do anything stupid. You have Mrs. Grey. Leave it at that. Don't do this. Mrs. Grey needs you. Your child needs you. Don't throw your life away for this piece of garbage." said Taylor.
Christian's hand shook as he looked at the man that almost killed his wife and child. He felt such anger for this man. Christian stopped when he felt a slight tug on his jacket. He looked over and Ana's eyes were fluttering open. "Please, help me." She said, faintly. She was in and out of consciousness. Christian's focus went back to Ana.
Taylor walked over and took the gun from Christian. They could hear the sirens of the police and the ambulance. "The ambulance is almost here, baby. We are going to get you out of here. You and Blip are going to be just fine. We are going to get you out of here." Christian shrugged out of his jacket and draped across her pale, cold form. "Hold on baby, please, don't stop fighting. Please keep fighting." He whispered in her ear.
