A/N: Beware of the language in this one. Thanks for the reviews!

Are you FUCKING kidding me? This cannot...I mean…seriously. WHAT THE HELL?! I'm so done. SO VERY FUCKING DONE.

Elena shuts her trap and looks at the two of us. Is that a faint fucking smile on your face bitch? Seriously?! I look to Christian. He sees my reaction to this whole situation and the smile greeting me is now gone. I walk up to him, smack him right across his fucking beautiful face, and get the hell out of his office.

I make a run for the elevators, even before Taylor notices. I'm in the elevator fuming. Oh for fucks sake. I make it to the main level and bee-line for the front doors. I don't even bother awaiting Taylor. I just run until I'm out of breath and slightly dizzy. Holy shit. The sky has opened up and began raining since I went into GEH. So of course, I'm soaking wet now. I stop in an alleyway, hunched over catching my breath, and puke my guts out. Ugh. This sucks. I don't even remember where I'm at. I make it back to the sidewalk and look around. Great. I'm like 10 blocks from my apartment with Kate and the rain is picking up. I have no option. If I stop, he'll find me. If I keep going, he'll find me. I make up my mind what to to next and briskly walk to the apartment.

I inform Kate of my plans and begin packing. I cannot even believe this has happened. You mean to tell me a man I've fallen madly in love with enjoyed beating me and I left him, so he comes crawling back and then I get attacked by his crazy ex sub, figure I'm being too much over thinking things, and so get out of the damn hospital to find him with the queen of dom's?! Are you fucking KIDDING ME? What did I do? Seriously? Who did I piss off? Karma really is a bitch.

I am finished packing when I hear Kate's raised voice. "You've done enough, don't you think, Christian?" Oh great.

He opens the door to my room and looks at me. Dead in the eye. His face changers from determine to, what is that? Fearful? Well, all I can say is that I hope I'm portraying anger and the "go fuck yourself" attitude that I feel.

"Ana-"

Through gritted teeth, I stop him. "Don't 'Anastasia' me. I have been in a constant battle with myself since a few weeks ago when I originally walked away from you. I have felt nothing but inadequate. I have constantly felt as if I am not enough for you. And every single FUCKING time I tell myself to get over my gut feeling, you have some stalker ex attack me or are with another ex "adjusting" yourselves in your office. I am so done, Christian. Do not follow me. Do not even think of saying another word to me. You have broken every promise you have given me and have hurt me more than anyone else has," I take a breath. And throw his blackberry at him in the process. "Do not call me. I am leaving town. I have quit SIP. Don't go looking for me there. Leave me alone," Woah, I feel sorta better.

I think for the first time in Christian Grey's life, he is speechless. He says nothing. Maybe now he can hurt a fraction of how he hurt me. His word has meant nothing. He never loved me. That feeling makes me want to heave, again. I gave myself to a man who could never find me to be enough. And even knowing that, I let him take me. Claim me. I must be pretty stupid, a glutton for punishment, or all of the above. I mean seriously. I do not need this in my life. I am barely out of college, already quitting my first real job, and all because of a man. I am better than this. I will not continue to be treated like this.

Georgia, here I come. I breeze past him, bag in hand, and he grabs my arm. I tense immediately. I turn to him and he gives me a look of desperation that tugs at my heart. I know he's going to have the nightmares again. But, I also know he made his bed. And I cannot be what he needs.

"Ana, I swear to you, it's not what it seems. We didn't-" he starts.

"-Christian. I'm done. If these are the types of people you associate with, psychopaths and child molesters, I refuse to be apart of it. One of them attacked me and put me in the hospital, and all you could think of was becoming her dom for a few moments. Your Mrs. Robinson can have you. I'm tired of fighting to mean something to you." There, I said it. I'm tired of fighting for him. And it's the truth.

He still has my arm and I rip it from his grip. The tears escape my eyes as soon as the door shuts leaving him in my apartment and Kate leading me to her car. I have no idea if I'll ever see him again. And the thought scares me. In the short time we've been together, I cannot imagine my life without him in it or having not met him. And the thought makes the tears fall harder.

Kate reaches over and rubs my hand. "Ana, get away. Clear your head. You have been through a lot of BS. I know you are quite personal and choose not to share all of it, but in the last almost 5 years that I've known you, you have never been this distressed about anything. Go, take this time, and get back to the girl you were before you met this asshole. You deserve so much better.." she trails and my mind is blank. Filled with nothing.

And I bask in the nothingness. I barely register the fact that I'm headed to the gate or taking my seat. Of course, it is first class again. And the thought pisses me the hell off. I just want a peaceful flight and to get to Georgia. I want to tell Christian to go fuck himself. I pull out the laptop that I kept and draft an email. And then decide, why in the hell am I thanking him for this?! He's the reason I'm leaving on a plane to Georgia in the first place. ARGH. I cannot wait until I get the hell out of the "Land of Christian Grey" and his influence. It'll be refreshing.

I want to feel the sun on my skin and relinquish this anger. This is an escape I need. So, I order a few drinks on the flight and charge it to him. Fuck you then, asshole. At this point I just don't care.

The flight begins its take off and I grip the seat. Take off is the worst. As we're up in the air, I decide to close my eyes. I know I won't sleep very well, considering the circumstances but I just do not care. I am just blank. There's not a good thought forming in my mind. Not good or bad. I'm just here. On this plane, headed to Georgia. I'm not forming the thoughts I was earlier. It's just all blank. And I relish it for the time being.