"Ana!" I hear Christian yell from the phone. He sounds so desperate and terrified.

"Oh God" I think to myself. "This is really happening. This is really happening…again, only this time Christian is going to have to hear the whole thing." This is so wrong. No, I'm not going to let this happen.

"Get away from me!" I yell as I pull away quickly and begin to run down the street.

But once again, he's faster than me. He drags me by my hair closer and closer to his house. I kick and scream but my actions seem to have no effect. Oh God, if he gets me in there he can do whatever he wants to me. I can't let that happen. I have to make sure we stay out here in the open. "Help" I scream as loud as I can as I dig my fingernails into his hands.

"Help" I scream once again as he fights me to the ground. "Help he's going to-" but his hand presses against my mouth.

"Oh God" I hear Christian sob and I don't think I've ever heard him sound so…devastated. Oh God, poor Fifty.

"Hang up" I think to myself. "Don't do this to yourself."

"I thought you learned your lesson last time" the man says through gritted teeth. "Don't fight me."

He grabs my face and slams my head onto the hard concrete. I can't hold back my scream, it hurts so much.

"I'm going to blow your brains out you sick bastard!" I hear Christian yell through sobs from the phone that I'm now lying next to. "If you hurt her again, I swear to God…"

The man slams my head into the sidewalk once again and my vision starts to blur. Oh God, oh God no! I can't pass out, not now. I won't be able to fight him.

I muster all the strength I have left and quickly press my thumbs against his eyes as hard as I can.

"Fuck!" he screams as the pain causes him to fall over.

I get up and run away as fast as I can. But I'm so dizzy. I feel so hot. Oh God, no! Everything goes black…

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"You're damn lucky Anastasia" I hear Christian whisper. I can hear his voice, I can feel his hand on mine, but I can't see him. What? I'm unconscious, but where am I?

"If Taylor hadn't followed you…"

Oh. Oh God, I remember now. The man, he attacked me again. But did he…?

"He could have killed you" Christian says his voice breaking.

I hear him sob for what feels like an eternity. God this is torture, I want to comfort him but I can't talk I can't move.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he says as I fell him stroke my face. "God" he sighs. "You were trying to save me. If it weren't for me…."

No, no, no. "Christian" I think trying desperately to fight my way back to consciousness. "Do not blame yourself for this."

"Thank God" he sighs. "Thank God Taylor got there when he did. If he didn't… God, you're still suffering so much from the first time that bastard…"

Suddenly I'm overcome with gratitude myself. God, it almost happened again. And Christian's right, he really could have killed me.

"I just wish" he says his voice breaking once again. "I just wish he got there sooner. Then you wouldn't be…"

Wouldn't be what? Wouldn't be what? Oh God, what's wrong with me?

"Excuse me Mr. Grey" I hear an unfamiliar voice interrupt.

"Doctor" Christian responds quickly.

Doctor? So I'm in a hospital. Fuck.

"Are Ana's test results in?"

Test results?

"Yes" the doctor replies. "You're wife has suffered yet another concussion. Luckily, she didn't suffer any more serious injuries to her brain like we initially thought. But, this concussion is more severe than the first, and her brain still hasn't healed completely from the first one."

"What does that mean?" Christian asks in a small, broken voice.

"It means-" the doctor says as he takes a deep breath. "It means that your wife may take some time to wake up, but she's going to be fine."

"Thank God" Christian sighs.

"If you have any questions-"

"I let you know" Christian responds coldly. "Thank you."

I hear the doctor exit, and I feel Christian move closer to me.

"You hear that baby?" he asks softly. "You're going to be fine." He sighs. "But the son of a bitch who did this to you isn't."

Oh God, what did Taylor do?

"He's going to prison for a very long time. He's never going to touch you again."

In my head, I sigh a huge sigh of relief.

"You can't ever do anything like that again" Christian says, his voice hardening. "You really could have gotten yourself killed. The bastard, he had a fucking knife Ana. I don't know what he was going to do with it, but…

Shit. A kife? Oh God, I really could have died.

"Christian!" I hear a female voice scream. "What the hell is going on, what happened to her?"

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