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11.
Anastasia
That was it. I had enough of it.
She was coming with me and I wasn't having it any other way.
Not that Emily put up much of a fight.
For the past hour, she had told me how this boy named Gary had joined her high school in the senior year, around the time she started getting weird dreams.
Her friend Sara, the one who had oh up the blog, was the only one to believe and worry about her along with Gary.
But Gary was playing the role of a caring friend until she remembered everything and he attacked her.
The same hit-on-the-head-with-a-rod manner. The only difference was that no one was there to protect her. She was all alone.
She had been all alone for the last three years. Waking up in a hospital with hallucinations and delusions of Pinnacle Race.
She had been declared as an unstable personality suffering from Schizophrenia and sent here.
No matter how hard she tried to convince people about the Brooke, it was all labeled as her illness.
Nevertheless, Emily had fought all by herself. Coming here has actually helped her. With the help of therapies, she had regained stability. She had learned the difference between her fears and reality.
But she also knew that she was somehow, the safest here. That the moment she stepped out of these four walls, anything could happen to her.
She has been the strongest of all of us.
Even for Jose, it had taken him two years to remember everything. Emily had regained back all of it in just a year.
And she had been trapped here since then.
But not anymore.
I filled her with what I have been through, what we all have found out. About Jose, Christian, and Christopher still trapped there.
The only thing I haven't told her about was Brandon.
I wasn't sure why I did that. But somehow I felt like it would be too much for her to handle.
Brandon, oh my god, he had been painting her for years. The desolated look in his eyes that was set forever and grew every time he looked at her paintings.
I rejoiced wondering what their reaction would be to see each other healthy and alive.
At least physically healthy.
Mentally, we all were broken in some way or the other. The Brooke had fucked us up.
Now as a team, as we all reunited, we could be each other's support.
We could mend each other. And be there for other.
That is if some people want to open up and let others in instead of sending them away.
Somehow, I knew Brandon wouldn't be like that. I had this feeling that he would never let Emily out of his sight once he found out she was alive.
Even if he didn't remember everything.
He was brave enough to let her in. She would be understanding enough to aid him in whatever way she could.
A nasty bitter feeling started stimulating inside me, taking the shape of envy.
Here I was, imagining their reunion and getting jealous about it.
What the hell was wrong with me?
It wasn't as if I hadn't tried helping Christian. He was the one to slam all the barriers between us.
I shouldn't care whether he would ever let me in. I was done with him and his walking away tactics.
My friends needed me more than his asshole attitude.
Emily needed me to get her out of here.
"What do you have in mind, Ana?" Mia asked me in a wary tone.
"Why do you think I have anything in my mind?"
"I don't know. Maybe because of that devilish smirk you got there?"
I didn't even know I was smirking. Though she was right. I had something devilish going on in my mind.
"When was the last time you rescued someone from a mental hospital, Mia?"
She thought for a moment. "Months ago, in my dream. I was with Sam and Dean."
I threw a dirty look at her.
"What? It was one of my favorite Supernatural episodes."
"Are you really that dumb or just naturally blonde?"
"I'm naturally blonde why?"
I shook my head. At times she would be the smartest person in the room and then there were times like these.
"Forget it. We are going to sneak Emily out. Okay?"
She nodded. "How we gonna do that?"
Ah! My little smirk was back again.
"You got this?" I asked both of them.
"Yes," Emily replied steadily while Mia just saluted me with two fingers.
It had been so very easy if there had been a window in this room but we had no such luck.
That meant we had to try the other way around. The messier way.
We waited for Emily's roommate to come who had arrived just now almost forty minutes later.
I was afraid that Dr. Anderson would come to find us and demand we leave. Or that she might get suspicious that what we were doing here for past an hour and a half when neither of had any research or case study material with us.
Luckily, nothing like that had happened.
The roommate had come and settled quietly on her bed.
She was a bulky one. With her hair going on in every direction and dark shadows beneath her eyes.
Emily told us she was suffering from some kind of anxiety disorder with manic depression.
She was fine for most of the times except the rare periods when she'd get panic attacks and rages.
That kind of worked in our favor. I just didn't want it to be problematic for the poor girl.
Taking a deep breath I stepped in her direction.
She looked up from her coloring book, giving me an arched eyebrow in a questioning look.
"Hi... uh, I'm Emily's friend."
She just stared at me.
Okay, this might be a bad idea. Nonetheless, I proceeded to attempt it.
"We need a bit of distraction here. Could you help us?"
Another long stare.
"What would I get in return?" Her voice was unfriendly and deep.
Ah! She speaks.
Wincing, a pulled out my wallet, producing a note of fifty dollars.
"What do I need to do?"
"Just act or something. Create a distraction out there that would help us sneak Emily out."
Mia scolded at me.
I knew she was worried regarding me telling the girl about my plans. She thought either this girl would ask to take her with us too or straight away refuse to assist us.
But Emily told us the girl had volunteered herself to be here. Meaning, she could walk out anytime she wanted.
For Emily, it would be different. Although she had stayed here on her will, she hadn't come here voluntarily.
Which meant if she wanted an out, she had to appeal officially, go through loads of paperwork and observations.
It could take her months. We didn't have that long.
"I'll do it but fifty won't be enough." The girl said.
Mia rolled her eyes as she walked to us, fishing out her purse.
"Would this be enough?" She smiled cheekily, flashing two big Benjamin's.
My mouth gaped open.
The girl smiled and took it from here then went outside the room, in the lobby.
"You just did not give her two hundred bucks!"
Mia winked at me. "I certainly did."
Damn she had more money than brains.
Continuing with our plan I quickly darted out of the room to summon a nurse.
"Excuse me! I need a little help here." I called out as soon as I spotted one.
My voice was careful but not panicked. I didn't want her to think it was a bigger problem and bring the whole team with her.
She smiled at me with hospitality and entered the room.
I closed the door behind her followed by my own eyes.
This was the hardest part of the plan.
Come on Ana. You got this.
Squeezing my eyes tighter once before opening them, I clenched my hand into a fist and threw it at her temple.
The brunt of my punch took her directly to the floor face first, knocking her out.
"I'm sorry." I said to the now unconscious nurse lying on the floor.
We quickly carried her to the bathroom.
I dug out her lab coat and her ID card tenderly from her limp body.
God knew how long she would remain knocked out. It could be hours or just minutes.
I didn't want to punch her again into oblivion but if she woke up before we made our rescue, I might have to do that.
Mia did Emily's hair and makeup. Braiding her long hair in a formal bun and over-panting her features to make her look less recognizable.
She even went as far as drawing a beauty spot on her chin.
We also took the glasses from the nurse's pocket but not before leaving her an estimated bill for stealing it from her.
With the lab coat, ID, makeup and huge round glasses on her eyes, Emily looked completely different.
As long as no one came right on to her face, she wouldn't be easily recognized as Mallory.
It was another thing I noticed. Doctor had told her not to call by her real name, that it could cause her to burst out.
Yet I didn't once call her Mallory and she kept her cool.
Maybe because we knew who she really was. I think I'd mess up a little too if someone out of nowhere started calling me Mia.
That person was made in the Brooke and left there only.
But when Emily had called me Mia it didn't hurt. Because she had known me from that name, that identity.
I guess it was the same for her also.
A loud shout fell upon my ears from the corridor followed by several chaotic sounds.
The girl was doing her work.
"That's my cue", Mia said as she moved out of the room to join the girl in her drama.
Her role was to summon the guards at the back entrance and bring them up to where the girl was disrupting the peaceful harmony of the hospital.
I handed my phone with Mia's portable charger to Emily.
In case we got separated, she was to meet us at Marie Grolich Park and contact Mia from my phone.
I had Mia's number memorized so it wouldn't be a problem for me to find a pay phone and contact them.
Five minutes later, I peeked out of the room to see many patients out and everyone assembled in the lobby.
Now was the time.
Grabbing Emily's hand I took her to the back doors. She kept her face down, going through the girl's coloring book so seriously as if studying in her case.
We made it downstairs with none the wiser around us.
And then we got busted.
A ward boy waved at us casually as he passed us. But then he stopped, narrowing his eyes in concentration at Emily.
"Mallory is that you?"
Shit.
Emily ran for the doors while I stood frozen in my place.
The ward boy ran after her, completely oblivious to my presence.
I twisted and hit the ground on my butt, stretching my right leg in contact with his running steps. He tripped forward and I was on his back.
"Run Emily!" I screamed, both my hands tangled over his mouth.
He bucked under me while I fought for balance. But keeping his heavyweight under control was proving to be a real challenge.
"I'm really very sorry." I murmured before getting up at lightning speed and throwing a kick at his balls.
He grunted loudly in pain, making me cringe.
For now he all he cared was his balls and the pain erupting from it. That should buy us enough time.
I quickly ran for the exit. Where a security guard seemed to be running after Emily.
Oops. Mia must have been able to get only one guard go upstairs.
Sprinting in their direction, I tackled the guard from behind, buying Emily enough time to leave the property.
The guard rolled beneath me, sending me crashing to the grassy ground.
My foot came up, striking Unger his gut.
He grunted and launched at me but I twisted at the last moment, losing a sandal in the process.
With my back to his front, I thrust my elbow to his chest at the same time he yanked my hair in an attempt to contain me.
I head busted him, praying it didn't hit him in the nose.
"Uuugghhhh." His wail was loud enough to alert the whole hospital.
I needed to get away. Fast.
Entangling my foot in between his, I pulled and made him fall.
Just as my sprinting began, a hand curled around my ankle sending my straight to the ground.
My elbows broke my fall as I kicked at the guard's face, this time intentionally aiming at his nose.
A groan followed by his hold being released was a small joy of victory which I didn't get to celebrate as two other guards emerged from the doors.
Instantly I was on my feet and running with one bare foot across the road.
They were following me. The threats to stop confirmed it but I kept running.
I was crossing a heavy rush of traffic on a busy street with the guards just a few feet behind me when a familiar looking car stopped right beside me all of sudden, blocking my way.
Christian's silk blue Jetta.
"Get in." Came the voice from the window rolling down. Hard and angry.
I'd deal with him when I was not being tailed.
Opening the back door I sprang inside.
The moment I closed the doors, the car wheels screeched before making a hasty exit, leaving two guards behind, coughing up the smoke.
Don't look at him. Remember, you're still angry.
But he saved me.
You wouldn't have been in this position if he hadn't sent you away.
I doubted that.
He is an asshole.
Nothing new.
He hurt you.
Again, nothing new.
He'll hurt you again.
Duh. Nothing new.
You can't forgive him easily.
I wasn't thinking of forgiving him ever, actually.
Yeah so just don't talk to him, Steele.
As if that was easy.
Just stay angry on him.
What else was I trying to do?
"Where are we?"
"Elgin Bypass." His response was short and clipped.
Fine. Be that way.
I realized we were going the opposite way from where I was supposed to meet Mia and Emily.
"Turn around. We have to go Marie Grolich Park."
"I don't think I'm in the mood to follow your commands." He sounded barely controlled.
"Well, I'm not in the mood to deal with you PMS-ing moods. We need to pick up Mia and Emily."
"Emily?"
Oh, I didn't tell him.
Yeah, and how would I? We weren't exactly on talking terms since last... 20 hours?
"Wait, how are you here?"
"I drove."
I was losing my patience with him. "I got that, I'm not stupid! I mean how did you drive here so fast? Or were you following me?" Suspicion rang in my voice.
He glowered at me. Any other time I would have been left withering under his harsh stare but I right now I was pretty sure my stare matched his.
"I had no idea you'd decide to go all rogue." He hissed.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I called Mia when you were in a washroom in St. Louis."
Thus the reason we took a detour to Columbia.
That traitorous bitch!
"We need to pick her and Emily from the park", I repeated.
"Who the heck is Emily?"
"The girl from a mental institute."
"You rescued a psycho patient? Are you out of your mind?" He yelled at me.
How dare he yell at me? How dare he called Emily a psycho patient!
My hand was itching to slap him again.
"Stop the car."
He ignored me.
"Christian Grey I said fucking stop the car!"
No reaction.
"Emily is from the Brooke. She was there with me, with us, in the Pinnacle Race. You remember I told you? Brandon's Emily?"
"Huh."
What? That was all the response I got from him? A freaking huh?
No how is she alive or are you okay or what next?
A bloody fucking huh?
The sun was setting, leaving the town merged in the colors of evening's yellows and night's dark blues.
The sky was a beautiful shade of red, orange, purple and navy blue. Doing absolutely nothing to enlighten my mood.
Something else picked at my mind.
"Where were you when you called Mia?"
"Back in Sandy Springs."
It had taken us about eight hours to come from St Louis to Elgin, thanks to Mia for dragging us through Columbia.
With the addition to the two hours we had spent in the Health Center, it had been ten hours while I knew the drive from Georgia to Elgin was a minimum of thirteen hours.
"You drove a thirteen-hour drive in ten?" My mouth shot open in disbelief.
And he had had to drive to Sandy Springs from New Orleans also sometime back in last twenty hours.
Was he human?
Christian continued to ignore me.
"You have two options, Christian Grey. Stop this fucking car and let me go like you always do or better start communicating with me. I'm tired of your alpha male shit."
With a curse he took the cut to an isolated street, stopping just before an alley. The front of the car facing the deserted area.
For a moment I feared that he had listened to me and was choosing the first option rather than talking to me.
Why would he leave me on a deserted street? Out of spite?
That wasn't Christian. He'd never do that to me.
But the Christian I knew wouldn't hurt me either. I didn't know who was this man anymore.
A fist banged up on the steering wheel, the reverberations making me jump in my seat.
Another curse left his mouth as he opened the door and moved out, stopping in front of the car, at the mouth of the alley.
Opening my door, I followed him, meeting him from my side.
"What? Just spit it out!"
Both his hands were running through his hair, I could tell he was struggling with whatever he wanted to say.
"You think it was easy for me to let you go? I almost went to the airport to stop you myself. Imagine my reaction when I found out you never went there?"
Oops. Was I supposed to feel sorry for him?
"The point is, you let me go! I don't care what was going inside your thick head, you sent me away without my acknowledgment. You didn't bother to ask me or let me know beforehand."
"Because I knew you wouldn't agree to it. And I don't care what you think of me. I needed you safe Anastasia. That's all that matters to me."
Oh, my. Now was not the time to go all mushy over his words.
Now was not the time to feel butterflies fluttering in my belly.
I tried in vain to keep the anger on the line but I was already feeling it melting off.
"You hurt me C." Shit. My voice cracked. Oh just fuck it. "You made me leave you."
Ugh! I was such a slobbering pathetic mess.
Christian paled for an instant. His walls crumbling down to reveal the tired, frustrated, agonized and angry man left in the wake.
My arms ached to wrap around him, to comfort him, to let him know that he wasn't alone in this. But that could only happen if he let me in, and he was a damned stubborn man.
"Why you haven't called me Ana?"
"What?" He scowled.
"Since you remembered everything, you haven't once called me Ana. Always Anastasia. Why?"
He brows dug deeper in his eyes as if trying to make sense of it.
"I hadn't even realized it." He mumbled out to himself, but I was close enough to hear it.
I skipped to the big elephant in the room.
"What are you hiding from me, C?"
Blood drained from his face, his complexion turned to ashes.
"What had happened to you?" I stepped forward while he moved backward.
"What did they done to you?" Another step ahead. Another step back.
"You think you're the only one going through this? That I haven't been where you are? Or Jose? Brandon? Emily?"
His legs met the bumper of the car, forced to stop. All the whole looking at me like a cornered tiger. Confused whether to pounce or stay hidden.
"I know what you're going through C, I can help you. You have been there for me, let me be there for you. "
"Don't come near me." His barking went avoided. "Please, Ana."
I didn't stop until I was standing right in front of him.
My knees brushing his, the tips of my breasts crushed to his hard chest.
"I am not stopping C. I won't stop fighting for you. You have to open up."
His breath embarked the scuffle going within him.
"You don't understand Ana. I'll hurt you, dammit. I can't bear to hurt you anymore."
I smiled mischievously. "You didn't know?" Dropping my voice low, I stage whispered. "I'm a secret masochist."
Christian's breathing changed. It grew deeper, lower, irregular. Huskier.
It affected my own breathing in return, my heart was beating faster, my breaths failing to catch up with its speed.
"I want this Christian. I want you. I want us. Please."
With me pleading, all his resolved burst up into sparks, leaving behind explosions of desire.
His mouth collided with mine, his tongue invading my mouth like a robber breaking into a jeweler's store.
My hands grasped his hair roughly, yanking him closer.
Our kiss was violent, fiery, forbidden, erratic and full of angst.
His tongue explored my mouth, curling around my tongue, tasting each surface of the warmth inside.
Heat traveled across my body, shudders ran through me. I molded myself closer into him, my arms wounding across his neck just as his wrapped tightly around my waist.
We couldn't get close enough. It was perplexing, afflicting, ravishing.
My legs came around his hips as he lifted me up. My hardening nipples poking through my clothes into his heated chest.
A thunderous sound escaped from his chest, echoing to my own moans.
His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, biting my tongue. Nothing about his actions was gentle.
And I loved every second of it.
He devoured me with his kisses, pulling me higher to his body until his hardness was cradled against my softness.
Like burning live lava, wetness gushed through my inner thighs.
I became wanton and achy.
Christian spun us in one fast movement so that I was lying across the car's hood while he demolished me with his hungry kisses and eager rocking.
My hips slapped against his in the contrast, rubbing through our denim jeans, creating a wondrous friction.
"Ohh Christian."
Our fingers moved simultaneously, unfastening each other's jeans like our lives depended on it.
His mouth and tongue traveled down to my throat, licking and biting against the softest areas making me writhe in anticipation.
His fingers won the race, stripping my jeans down my hips and legs, with my panties along.
Whereas my fingers still shook at his belt and zips. The humid air of Illinois hitting against my bare arousal.
My movements became frantic, more yearning. And Christian did nothing to help me.
His kisses moved down to my collarbone, my shoulder and landed in a bit at my nipple through my shirt and bra.
I yelped as his teeth captured my stone hard bud. His hands went beneath the back of my shirt, traveling up until they reached the clasp of my bra.
Tugging it open he brought his hand towards the front, cupping my breasts snug into each of his palms.
I arched against him, guttural sounds exiting my throat but I was beyond care.
Christian kneaded my swelled flesh with his palms and knuckles. I finally succeeded in freeing his impossibly hard cock and fisting it in my hands.
"Fuck... God damn Ana!"
His needy voice had me leaking down my thighs. One of his hands left my breast to drive his finger inside me.
My hips flew off the car's surface, taking his finger along me as I cried out.
His cock twitched in my hands.
As soon as my ass was back on the hood, hot from the engine, Christian added another finger with his thumb rubbing fast circles at my clit.
"Oh... Christian." I shrieked in despair. The urge to break through was consuming over me. My fist jerked his length as he started pumping his fingers in and out of me.
We moved in sync, our bodies knew exactly how and what to do with each other.
Like a perfectly choreographed dance, my free hand cupped and massaged his balls while he twisted and pinched at my nipples.
"Ana, you're killing me, babe."
We both were. Murdering each other with the weight of our passion.
I was obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his taste. And he was with mine.
Christian left my breast, his other hand still fingering my rapidly as he reached in his back pocket to come up with a foiled square sheet.
I shook my head. I wanted to feel him. All of him.
"I'm on the pill."
"Ana..."
"Please, C. I need to feel you inside me."
He was just as much tempted as I was. When it came to me, he had zero self-control.
How had he managed to send me away, even for a while was beyond my understanding.
With dilating pupils and harsh exhales, he threw the condom away, rolling my shirt up till my breasts were bare.
He leaned down to kiss me while thrusting himself in my hands. My own hips bucking under his touch.
The luscious addiction of his tongue was like a sedative to my mouth. It calmed under his lapping, all the while demanding more of his licks.
Christian increased the pace of his fingers, twisting my nipples harder in turns.
"Come babe. Come for me, my cinder."
His nickname for me ignited my insides and left me to combust under him.
The first wave of orgasm was followed by his mouth engulfing mine. Swallowing down my kisses as wave after wave shook me to my core.
I hadn't even finished coming when suddenly he grabbed my hands into his and trapping them above me. My knuckles touching the windshield, while he thrust himself inside me.
"Mmmhhhh" was all he was capable of saying as we felt each other, him inside me and I clamped around him.
He felt so incredible.
Christian began to move and boy, did he move.
A second orgasm hit me right after the first one had barely ended.
Throwing my head back, I screamed my lungs out. Not giving a damn in the world if anyone or everyone heard us.
Christian stilled, his eyes locked onto my face, watching me with abandonment as I came around his hard shaft.
When I finally stilled he removed himself from within me and shed his t-shirt. His jeans hanging low from his hips while his glorious hardness out on display.
Christian looked sinful and scorching.
"Climb up the roof."
Oh, fuck. Tremors ran through my thighs as I turned over.
Planting my knees on the windshield and my hands on the roof, I began to push my weight up only to be stopped by a sharp sting across the cheek of my ass.
Oww!
He spanked me!
I was about to turn my shocked face in his direction when another slap vibrated through me.
"Ahh!" My moan surprised me but Christian seemed to know my body better than me.
He slapped me harder. Then rubbing the burn away with his soothing fingers and like molten lava, I melted under his touch.
"Climb up Ana." He ordered with a slightly soft and final slap at my ass.
Without any delay, I was up on the top of the car with my back against the roof and my legs spread for him to see.
Like a wild tiger just released from his cage, he roared and leaped at me, landing right on top of me.
Oh. My. Fucking. Holy. God.
He was a beast!
Hot heated liquid spurted from my core, spreading across the roof as I saw the animal coming out of the restraints.
I thought the naked Christian eyeing me with lust was the most beautiful sight for my eyes.
I was so wrong.
This wild, uncontrollable beast of him hungry to fuck me was the vision I'd live my rest of the life for.
The clouds in his eyes, grays swirling with bright blue were my sanctuary.
Christian flipped me around hastily. I landed on my knees and elbows on the roof and without a breath to waste, he was back inside me.
Fucking me like he owed me.
Damn right he did.
His hands palmed my breasts, played with my clit and wrapped around my hair to raise my head back and kiss me, all the while he continued to fuck me. Thoroughly.
It wasn't long when I came for the third and the hardest time till now.
Christian followed, shooting his load into my pussy, his tongue in my mouth, his soul into me.
In that moment, we were one.
Nothing could separate us ever.
It was only the top of his car, but I felt like I was at the top of the world.
Pfff! That was one helluva' chapter to write. Don't you guys agree? I have never written such a hot chapter. Christian and Ana's intensity really scares me at times.
Oh, btw, I would like to share a good news with you guys : I got an acceptance letter 4 days back from Michigan State University! Wohooo! Oh and that too with a scholarship, yayay! Though I'm waiting for more acceptances, I'm quite happy about this one. But I have never been to Michigan XD
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