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A/N: I'm so sorry for leaving you waiting longer than anticipated! Between work last night, feeling ill and ending up sleeping I didn't get to update... So I left you with that cliff-hanger... Seems you all loved it ;) Today, I set myself the deal of getting chapter 14 finished and chapter 15 started to update before I update again so I'm still ahead a bit... and that's what I did... So I'm going to shut up, thank you all and allow you to read... Enjoy!

Fifty Shades Abandoned – Chapter Twelve


Rage pulsated through Christian's entire being. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't shaking with the anger that was firing him up, readying him to dare take on Jack. "You let me get to her!" Christian bellowed, his tone tight with fury, "I'll give you every dollar I have, if you just let me get to her!"

Christian's main aim was to now get to his wife and save her. Her life was on the line now, hanging in the balance and he would rather take a chance than leave her sitting there helpless. The image of her bruised and battered, tied with a knife protruding from her chest was not going to leave his memory in this lifetime. He would give up his life just to get to her to help ease the image, to touch her, kiss her, whatever.

"Every dollar?" Jack asked and looked to Ana with an impressed smirk. Glancing back, Jack rose his eyebrows with expectation that this was just a lie.

Nodding, Christian didn't lose his cool, his tone stayed steady as his spoke with certainty. "Every single dollar," Christian repeated with ease. His money was useless to him if he didn't have Ana – Life would be useless without her.

"Oh wow, every dollar," Jack chided, obviously enjoying this torture he had created. "She must mean something to you," Jack spoke as he limped across the room a little. He could feel the blood loss taking effect on him, but he was absorbing the pain, using it to his advantage.

"She's my wife, money doesn't even come into it," Christian fought back, feeling his nerves blowing up with each passing minute. His palms were twitching, and not for the good reason, but because he was becoming feral.

"She's a gold digging bitch, Christian!" Jack exclaimed, putting his hands out for emphasis, the gun now point at no one as Jack started a new triad. "Open your eyes and see her for what little she is worth," He said and kicked her hard at the top of her thigh making her scream out with aggravated and fresh pain. "You can make one call so choose wisely."

His loss of attention was his downfall as he went from standing to feeling the force of a fully grown, well built man land on him. It took him a moment or two to register that Christian was on him, pulling punch after punch, immobilising him with such force.

Reaching out, trying to find the gun, Jack felt the gun at his fingertips and immediately felt the power radiating back into his body. When he managed a firm grip, he drew it up, still taking Christian's hits, making him believe he was winning and then with a smirk, he held the gun up to Christian's head. Jack heard Ana begin to cry and he laughed. Christian stopped hitting as Ana's crying and pleas finally burst into his hearing and he realised that Jack could end it all. "Get the hell off me and make your call."

Standing up, Christian shook his head, "Let me get her help and then you'll get your money."

Jack shook his head, "Not the deal," Jack commented. "Your mother's a doctor, she' downstairs. I've seen her, you can call her for advice," Jack told Christian, "That is the only help you're allowed for your whore of a wife!"

Christian bit his tongue, controlling all of his irrationalities. This man knew what his mother looked like, knew about her and was withholding out on getting help for Ana. "If she dies, you don't get any money!" He pointed at Ana, his tone venomous once more.

Jack smirked evilly at that, "Better start dialling," Jack said and tossed his phone over to Christian as she came to stand between Ana and Christian. Jack wiped the blood he had been ignoring from his lip. He then coerced Christian to dial with a simple hand gesture and watched as the call was obviously immediately answered.

"Mom, I'm not allowed help up, but Ana's been stabbed," Christian said, trying to keep his tone even and stop the fear from rising to noticeable levels. He wanted to cry at how weak and useless he felt at protecting his wife, but he refused. He had to be strong and he had to fight.

"No! Money first," Jack said hitting the butt of the gun to Christian's head. He watched Christian's head lull forward before he gained composure again, "You sort the money first, then you get to sort your wife." He raised the gun up, but Ana's voice stopped him.

"Stop it," Ana cried out weakly, "Don't hurt him. Please."

Christian, recovering his bearings quickly, haphazardly patted around for the phone. As he raised it to his ear, he could hear his mom screaming at him and winced, "Mom," His voice calmed her down. "I'm going to ring the bank to liquidate all of my money. I need someone to get there and pick it up. You have to be back within the hour. Ana's hurt, please, you have to do this as quickly as possible."

"Tell them you'll ring them back after you've sorted things at the bank," Jack said as he paced a little, already able to smell the paper of the money. He phased Christian out as his attention and came to focus on Ana, "So pregnant, eh? I bet the little sucker isn't alive after this."

Ana paled once more, and cried out unashamedly at the idea. She was losing all of her strength with each struggled breath, and the pain was becoming too much. She had managed to forget about Little Blip until then. All of the nasty, vindictive scenarios had been forgotten and lost in the back of her mind until now.

"Stop torturing my wife or I'll stop taking your command," Christian cut in seeing the emotional pain Ana was being inflicted with.

"Then I'll fill you with bullets," Jack said and pointed the gun back at him with more precision. He looked at the distraught look on Ana's face, "Not sure she would cope with that." He continued to speak even as Christian rushed the bank. "I should have put that blade in your back. Stab you there like you did me."

"You did that all on your own," Ana bit back, she might be feeling incredibly weak, but she wasn't about to let her sharp wit weaken. "Even here I took you on and shot you. If you were some strong, clever man you wouldn't have let that happen. Again."

"Like your husband?" Jack asked snidely.

"My husband is twice the man you'll ever be," Ana retorted. No matter what!

"Hmm, one that threw you out on your arse when you're with child," Jack made the comment with malice and ice and saw how it struck Ana. "You should have taken his money and ran like hell, Ana."

Don't listen Ana! He's trying to catch you out. "Why would I do that?" Ana asked Jack as suddenly the heated sensation erupted in her wrists. In all of the chaos that had broke out she had forgotten about the pain, now, however, with Jack calming and making Christian ring his bank it was quiet and collective. "I'm not in it for the money." After speaking, Ana slumped, her head feel light headed as the lack of oxygen registered with the constant blood flow.

"It's done," Christian broke into Jack's torment. "Carrick's going to get the money now. He should be half an hour tops. Now please let me get to my wife," Christian almost sounded too desperate but it worked.

"Knock yourself out, and remember to ring mommy dearest," Jack said and hobbled over to the bed, immediately relishing the pain relief it gave him. "Bitch won't have much longer left in her."

Ignoring his snide comments, Christian dropped to his knees by Ana, "Oh God, Ana, I'm so sorry."

Biting her lip, she looked at him and before she could be told off for biting down on her lower lip she spoke. "Don't let me lose the baby, Christian," She sobbed out at him. Here he was, her mercurial man, his eyes alive with fear, his hands attempting to save her, but not knowing how to. "I can't lose the baby. Not when you just started to love it."

"You aren't losing our child, Ana," He told her and kissed her as if to verify that claim and quickly he hit recall on the phone and quickly put it on speaker. "Mom," Christian breathed as his hand continued to hover around the knife in her chest as if not knowing what to do next. "Her breathing's getting worse, if I take the knife out-"

"The knife's still in place?" Grace cut off his sentence.

"In her chest," He told her simply, his brow beginning to sweat, his voice quivering.

"Do not remove the knife," Grace tells her son in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Remove that and you risk compromising her breathing."

"It's already compromised!" Christian bellows in frustration. "Untie her," Christian demanded Jack to take orders, he had done the worse damage – he had hurt Ana, his Ana.

"No can do, Mr. Grey," Jack says snidely, his tone full of gleeful malice. "She stays like that."

Turning to face the man who was enjoying this too much, Christian bent and broke, without a moment's thought, Christian reacted to every live wire emotion within him. Jack's guard was down, the gun on the bed, his focus on his still bleeding leg. Taking his opportunity, Christian flew at the man, tackling him from the bed and unleashing a furious beating. The punches he issued earlier were nothing compared to this. Christian was beyond feral now, he was wild and uncontrollable.

"Christian," Ana called out weakly over the punches. "Christian, please," She tried but he was faraway now, lost in his own hatred. "Christian, come back to me." Her voice was weak, but it worked and Christian stopped, looking down at the blooded face of Jack as he now lay unmoving and seemingly not breathing on the floor, "Christian."

Looking up, his breaths heavy, his eyes steeled over, his skin splattered with Jack's blood. Seeing his wife calmed him, cooled his anger. Climbing off of Jack's lifeless body, he went back to Ana, grabbing the phone. "Get up here now." He then dropped the phone and searched for something to cut the cable ties away from Ana's cut and bleeding wrists.

As he cut her free, he held onto her wrists, being mindful of the cuts on them from the ties and memories of using them on cascaded him. Never again would he bind her up with them; never, ever. He heard her groan as her body finally lost its tense posture and she fell into his arms freely.

"Christian," He breathing got worse, her voice verging on breaking. "I love you, Christian," She whispered and her sudden crying made her breathing hitch painfully. "I love you so much, and I'm sorry for not calling and I'm sorry for ever making you mad. I'm sorry for not coming home sooner," Her rant was erratic and her breathing mirrored that.

"Shh," Christian soothed, "We can have this chat in the morning, Mrs Grey." He tried to remain normal, trying to give her some point of their semi-perfect life to enjoy. "I love you too," He relented in telling her, scared that if she lost consciousness he would miss the chance to tell. "This last fortnight has been the best and worse week, Ana. You made me realise so much, and I love you for that even more. We have a family starting up, Baby. Just fight, Ana, please fight."

"Don't let me die," Ana whispered at her husband as he cradled her body completely aware of the knife. "I said I wouldn't leave you, don't let me." I need you to fight for me, Christian! It's getting too hard to do it alone.

"Oh, Ana, I won't let you die. Not my Ana," He vowed as he held, kissing the top of her head. He still hadn't removed the knife, but he was well aware of his mother and Taylor running into the room with back up and EMTs. "Just promise me you'll come home for good."

As consciousness slipped away, she heard her name being called out to her, "I already was finally coming home for good." She finally got lost in the painless oblivion, no longer able to hold on and fight against the pain and struggle.

The help was there, but she couldn't be strong anymore.

Even in the darkness, Christian's hauntingly painful scream of her name was still something only her nightmares held.