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*** Ana ***

My mother, the woman that was always there for me, always, didn't believe me. She was pissed at me for lying about the man she loved, and i couldn't blame her. i couldn't believe it myself when i first saw him, it was completely unreal. But now, after hearing her say that she did not believe me at all, my whole world shattered and i felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the dark path my life had taken. The one person that i could always rely on had just abandoned me and now, i was truly and irrevocably alone.

"I'm going now, i can't do this now. I'm really disappointed in you Ana. I never thought you could do this to me, to Bob. But i guess i was wrong." she says, and with that, ends the conversation and leaves me to my never ending sobbing and crushing feeling of loneliness and helplessness. Who could i turn to now? If my mother didn't believe me, who would? And then, one name comes to my mind, like a whisper, and i knew that if i wanted to come out of this dark place i found myself in, i had to tell him what had happened to me and hope for dear life that he would believe me. He had to. I wouldn't survive this if he too denied my truth.

"Are you ok sweetie?" my angel asks, entering the car again, her girls sitting safely and buckling her seatbelts behind me. I could see the confusion splashed across her face but i couldn't talk about it, not right now, the feeling was too fresh, too raw.

"I'm fine. Thank you. We can go now. Thank you so much for lending me the phone" i say, giving her a small smile, trying to reassure her that i was ok, but failing miserably, causing her to gently grab my hand and squeezing it, in the hopes that this small sign of affection and understanding would light up my world a tiny little bit. I mean, this woman, that had never met me before, believed me and was doing everything in her power to help me and make me feel safe and better about this whole thing. And my mother had literally pushed me away. What kind of fucked up world was this, where you couldn't even depend on your loved ones to keep you safe? My life had literally been struck by a fucking tornado, broken pieces everywhere and nowhere to turn to but grief and sorrow.

Finally, my body cave in, and i felt myself falling into the warm embrace of the dream land i craved so much. Maybe there my life would make some sense and i could actually be happy. Because right now, that was not going to happen at all and i was tired of feeling helpless.

*** Christian ***

"What? What do you mean she's not there?" i yell at the delivery boy, feeling already annoyed by his obvious incompetence. What a difficult task, deliver a gorgeous, and i might add, huge bouquet of red roses to a beautiful woman. Some people were just born to be useless.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Grey. I asked about Miss Steele but they told me she wasn't there. That she had resigned yesterday."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Fuck this, stay there, i'll meet you there" i yell at the already frantic guy. What the hell was he talking about? Ana was loving her job at SIP, she wouldn't just leave. Maybe i should call her and get this straightened out first. Yeah, good idea. I dial her number immediately, eager to get to the bottom of all this and there's no the hell, no signal? What the fuck is going on?

"Taylor, bring the car around, we're going to Miss Steele's house right now!" i yell at my phone. There was something wrong, i could feel it. Anastasia wasn't one to pull a stunt like this off out of the blue. Something was going on and i needed to know what.

"I'm here sir" Taylor says

After a fast drive to Ana's place, i can't help but think that if something is truly wrong, and if she's hurt i will lose my mind. I walk towards the door of the building and after 5 attempts, she doesn't pick up. What the hell? Is she avoiding me? Is she even home? I decide to check for her car. Yes, the car is here, so she should be home. Could she be sleeping? Fuck, the anxiety is killing me so i decide to make good use of my stalker moves. I call Finch and ask him the combination of the building front door. Maybe it was too much of a stalker move but now was no time to dwell on such formalities. I needed to see Ana, make sure she was alive and well before taking her across my knee for making me worry like a fucking fool. I arrive at her door, and after many attempts, she still doesn't open the door. Ok, this was starting to freak me the hell out. She wouldn't be this stupid to avoid me here, at her door. I seriously consider breaking in, but i restrain myself. Instead i call Taylor and usher him upstairs, so he can pick the lock of her door and let me in. Yes, Taylor was definitely a man of many trades and i was glad to have him on my side.

After a few seconds, i'm finally in her apartment and Ana is nowhere to be seen. I walk around, trying to make sense of the situation, looking for any clue that would indicate where she was or who she was or if she was ok. And then, on top of her kitchen table was a note, not written by her obviously, her handwriting was much more gracious and perfect. The note says she's leaving, with someone called Bob. I recognise the name but not the person. It also says she resigned from SIP and she's going to live with Bob somewhere south. What? What the fuck is going on? Who de fuck is Bob? Bob, Bob, Bob! Fuck! Her stepfather of course! What? She's leaving with her stepfather? Ok, this is not right! Something is seriously wrong here and i'm officially losing my mind.

"Fitch, get me the number for Ana's stepfather Bob something! Now!" i yell at my phone, now full on pissed and raged mode. She wouldn't do this, not my Ana! She wouldn't leave me, not now, and with her fucking stepfather! She couldn't! She wouldn't!

"Sir, what is going on?" Taylor asks, obviously concerned about my fully enraged mood.~

"Read it" i give him the note, letting him make his own conclusions. I'm in no mood to talk right now. I need to see Ana stat!

"Sir, this doesn't seem like something Miss Steele would do. There's something wrong here" he finally says, bringing me back from my dark place.

"I agree. She wouldn't do this. There's something seriously fucked up going on right now. But i bet she's with her stepfather right now. I bet she is" i say, truly believing my words. My Ana wouldn't do this, and if she wouldn't do this, she was been held against her will by someone she trusted. And just like that i knew i had to find her, bring her home and make sure that the person hurting her would die a horrible death.

"Sir, his phone is disconnected! No other contacts known." Finch says.

Fuck, this day just got a lot worse. Where are you Ana?

*** Ana ***

I woke up, feeling a little uncomfortable, like i had been upside down or something for a while. My head felt funny, i was kind of dizzy and every sound was muffled. My muscles hurt and i felt incredibly thirsty. And then i rubbed my stomach to ease the sudden pain i felt and i could feel it, blood, all over my belly and some on my legs. I tried to look to my left, and when i did, i saw her, my saviour, my angel, the one person that was helping me back to safety, eyes closed, her head dropped on the steering wheel, a huge cut on her forehead still gushing blood. I looked behind me and i could see her little girls crying and trying to release her selves from the seatbelts, but failing every time they did, causing them to cry out in pain, i presume, given my faulty hearing i wasn't sure. Immediately i felt an urge to help them, to keep them safe, but when i tried to take my own seatbelt, i felt the most agonizing pain in my life! Looking down, i realized something i hadn't seen before, i was literally impaled to the car by the front of the car, completely crushing my legs and making it impossible for me to move them. And then i noticed the most unusable thing, i saw a tree with big roots, but those roots weren't connected to the ground as they should be, they were connected to the sky, and the sky was incredibly dark and muddy and...OH NO! it wasn't the tree that was in the wrong position, we were! The car was upside down and that's why we couldn't take our seatbelts off! We were trapped in this trashed car and there was no living soul around to hear us scream and cry for help!

"Please! Someone! Help us! Please! We need help!" i cried, as loud as i possibly could, actually being able to hear a little of it so that must have been loud. And then, as soon as i woke up, i fell asleep again, pushing the pain away and i let myself go into the warm cradle of oblivion.