DEADLY MISTAKE

****THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO EL JAMES. THE STORY LINE DETAILS BELONG TO ME*******************************

Chapter 14

(C POV)

I start shaking her to wake up; I need to find out why. Why has she done this to herself?

"Ana! Wake up Ana! Please Baby wake up!"

I am not getting a response from her. I am starting to see Ana falling at a fast rate and head first. I try stopping her from falling, but due to the wires that are hooked up to me, I stop for a brief moment and deciding to let any wires that are preventing me from saving my wife be pulled away from my body. I feel the painful tug and fluid now coming out, but it was seconds too late and I hear the loud thump from Ana landing on her head.

My heart stops and I leap from my bed. I am hovering over her body trying to see if there are any visible injuries. I don't understand why I see so much blood, than I notice my IV was pulled out and it's dripping everywhere. I notice a small cut on her head from her fall and I can't tell if this is from my injuring or hers.

"Ana, please open your eyes, wake up for me!" I am now yelling as loud as possible. I am probably making her deaf in the process of checking her wounds.

As I have Ana in my arms I hear the door swing open with a loud bang from hitting the wall. I see my mother and Sawyer Just staring at me with horror in their eyes. I notice my mother hold Sawyer back and just nods to him. He stops moving forward and stays standing next to her, but keeping an eye on Ana and myself. His actions are confusing me. My mother comes running towards us trying to figure out which one of us is bleeding.

"Christian, are you hurt?" my mother is asking me with so much fear in her voice.

"No, it's not me…it is Ana!" I am breathing so hard it is hard for me to speak clearly.

"She looked up at me and fainted, but I couldn't stop her from falling and hitting her head." I am pleading for my mom to understand.

"Christian, you need to move away from her so I can check on her injury and the nurse needs to work on yours as well; you are bleeding from yanking the IV lines out from your arm. Let me do my job so I can help her!" My mom is pleading with me.

I am starting to feel the anger inside of me build up to a point that I can no longer contain it. Why are my moods being pulled in every direction? I start shouting my disappointment I am feeling towards her without realizing what I am doing until I hear the words come out of my mouth.

"Like you did your job as doctor watching Ana waste away in front of your eyes! You are a doctor and you stood there doing nothing to prevent this from happening! Why should I trust you now; when you couldn't do your job then?" I shout at her.

The expression of hurt and self-hatred radiating from her eyes is beyond heartbreaking to witness. Knowing I am the reason my mother is feeling this way shatters my heart into a million pieces. How can I blame her for something that I know is not her fault?

I watch her collapse to her knees and starts sobbing hysterically with her hands to her face. What have I done? Why do I continuously hurt everyone who loves me? I was right and Ana was wrong… I don't deserve to have happiness in my life. I deserve all the pain and suffering I have experienced from an early age.

While I am sitting motionless watching Ana being treated, I now realize another nurse is treating my wound as well. The nurse should just let it bleed out, I don't deserve to live. I see my father rush towards my mother and without saying a word to her or me; he carries her out holding her tightly. Sawyer is now standing guard next to Ana. He is standing there just waiting and watching for a threat to walk into this room and do what is necessary to protect her. Or am I the one he is protecting her from?

The nurse finally encourages me to return to my bed. The doctor tells me Ana will be fine from the fall, but she is extremely weak from dehydration and lack of food. Why would Ana do this to herself? I ask this to myself continuously with having no answers.

I hear my door slam open and I notice my father standing there just glaring at me. I feel as if I am a teenager again and about to be scolded. He nods at Sawyer to get out of my room and to leave them alone. He leaves without hesitation.

"Christian, do not even attempt to interrupt me while I am talking to you, do you understand?" my father asks with so much anger that he is trying to control. I can only nod in agreement.

"I will explain everything to you, but before I do let's get something clear. If you ever speak to your mother in that tone, I will not hesitate to put you on your ass even if you are on that bed and I will never speak to you again. Your mother may forgive you or not even blame you, but understand that we would not be sharing the same feelings." Carrick slowing informs me with so much acid in his voice.

I am shocked from his words, but I know I deserve every word of it. I only nod with tears running down my face making him aware I understand every threat. My father looks slightly calmer and sits down running his hands through his hair, a habit that picked up from him at a young age.

"I love you Christian, more than you will ever comprehend. Please don't think otherwise and start doubting yourself with the events that are unfolding in front of you. What I am about to explain may be troubling and hard to understand. For the love you have for Ana and your mother, you need to push those feelings aside and not make them hurt more than they are hurting already. Can you please do that for them…for me?" Carrick is now pleading.

I nod in agreement and keep repeating his words so I won't disappoint or hurt anymore of my family. He is now explaining my condition and I am so stunned. This is the last thing that would have ever thought to come from his lips. I don't understand how and why this would happen to me. I notice there is more he needs to tell me, but is trying to find the right words. He reminds me of his words and I only can nod in agreement.

"Do you recall any of the events prior to waking up?" whispers Carrick. I can only nod no.

Carrick reaches for my hands firmly and starts explaining the situation that started everything, eventually landing me in this room. Every time I try to get out of his firm grip, he holds on tighter and nods to me; informing me that he is there for me even if am feeling I don't deserve his compassion. He is now hugging me with dear life as I am sobbing uncontrollably as if I am a child.

He doesn't say a word. He is just holding me tightly and rubbing my back to console me and letting me know that he will always be there for me, no matter how hard the situation we are in. He allows my tears to run its course and understands that this is something I may not be used to, but desperately need in order to move forward.

I don't know how long we been in this position. I do feel a huge weight being lifted and I intend on following through his advice for the sake of my family. I feel the self-hate running through my body for hurting my love in that manner. My only goal in life is to care and protect Ana from any danger that may linger nearby 24/7 and at any cost. To realize that I am the one she needed protection from is beyond heart breaking.

Knowing that I accused her of such an unbelievable accusation is just beyond me understanding how those words would come out of my mouth and not believing a word she is speaking in defending herself. How can I be so stupid? That alone is unforgivable, but to think that wasn't the worse of it.

My father informing me of slapping Ana was the most excruciating feeling I have ever felt in my life, even worse than receiving the many burns on my body. I would take them for a life time if I could just to erase this memory and never have had it happen in the first place. How could I do this to her? I know before Ana I was a sadist beating brown headed girls every chance I could, believing they all deserved it. But never in my life have I assaulted a woman in that manner. Even after beating their ass, I still treated their wounds, thinking that I was a sick bastard for causing them this pain, even if we had a contract.

I still have nightmares to this date the day Ana had left me after spanking her with a belt; when I knew better that was a hard limit she could not take, but refused to listen to myself or Ana's pleas thinking she could handle it. Ana only wanted to prove to me that she could be what I wanted in the beginning. She wanted any part of me I would give her, even if it meant being a sadist towards her and making her into something she would never be due to the pureness that radiates off her soul. That nightmare of that day holds nothing to this devastation that I have caused her again. Ana does not deserve this life; she deserves someone without the fifty shades and who ends up hurting her somewhere down the line.

"Christian…can you please say something?" My father pleads with me and still holding my hands with dear life.

"I remember your words of advice and I promise you that I will not let you down even though I deserve worse for my actions. I will not make this harder on her or to the rest of the family. I will talk to Dr. Flynn as much as possible to keep this promise." I squeeze his hand letting him know I am speaking from my heart.

"Thank you Christian. I better start sharing your time with your mother before she loses her patients with me and I will have a bed next to you." Carrick smirks trying to lighten up my mood. I find myself smiling and giving him one last hug before I face my mother and Ana.