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"Ana!"

I almost fell out of the bed as I heard my name being yelled. I frantically looked at the door and saw Kate knocking over a nurse as she entered my room. "Kate." I said, trying to hide my smile.

"Oh, my fucking god." She rushed over the bed and dropped to her knees, taking my hand and trying desperately not cry. "What did he do to you?"

"I'm okay, really." I said, "It wasn't really even him, it was that damn wife of his." I tried to stretch my aching body without causing too much pain.

"Elena?"

"Yeah, that bitch."

"That fucking gold digging whore!" Kate yelled. "I can't believe this. And my dad, what the hell was he thinking." She seemed to be thinking to herself. "Oh, Ana, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to tell him, I had no idea he would do something like this. Please forgive me? I'm the reason you're in here, if only I kept my mouth shut…"

She was rambling. "Kate, stop, it's okay. You didn't know."

"I-I know, but still." She looked down at her hands. "Does it hurt?"

"Everything hurts." I said with a halfhearted laugh. "I'm guessing Christian told you I was here and what happened?"

"Yeah," She smiled. "He seems to care about you a lot." Well, I would hope so. "He seems sad too."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not really sure, I just, I don't know, his eyes seems sad." She shrugged it off. "So, when are you going to get out of here?"

"Hopefully tomorrow. The doctor said he wanted to keep me one more night for observation, so I'm guessing I get to go home tomorrow."

"Well, that's good." She smiled, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, actually. Can you bring me a canvas and some of my paint?" I felt like it's been a long time since I've picked up a brush and my fingers were itching to paint, to do anything besides nothing. I needed to escape this hospital and if I couldn't do it physically then I had to do it mentally and emotionally. Painting, for me, was the best way to do that. Picking up a brush made me instantly relax, stroking the canvas made my imagination come to life, and the outcome made me want to do it all over again. "I really need to paint."

"Yes, of course, anything for you." She smiled and breathed out, looking around the hospital. I stared at her with a look of expectation on my face. "What? Oh, you want me to get it now?" She asked when she looked at me.

"Uh, yeah." I laughed.

"Ha, okay." She got up and went out the door, "I'll be back in a few."

I nodded and watched her rush off. Christian came in right after and gave me a small smile. I could now see what Kate meant by him looking sad. It was in his eyes. He walked over to me slowly and sat in the chair, scooting closer towards me and taking my hand. "I love you, Ana."

I looked at him skeptically. "I love you too. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you." He gave me a sad smile. "I feel horrible right now. I still cant get over that this is my fault."

"I don't know." I said, trying to lighten up his mood, "Kate says it's her fault so you two are definitely competing for the title."

He smiled but he didn't laugh. "No, this isn't her fault. It's all mine."

"Ugh, why do you insist on blaming yourself? It was everyone's fault! How about that?" I shouted, I was getting a little frustrated. "It Kate's fault for telling her dad about me, it's your fault for not telling me that you were in on it, it's my fault for not listening to you when you said to lay low, it's David's fault for being a fucking follower, it's Kate's dad's fault because he's a fucking psycho, it's Mr. Kavanaghs mom's fault because she gave birth to the lunatic and it's his dad's fault for impregnating his mother, I could go on!"

"You forgot Elena." He pointed out.

"And it's Elena's fault because she's a fucking blonde!"

Oh, sure, when I'm being serious is when he decides to laugh. "I'm sorry." He said, after he caught me giving him the evil eye. "That was…funny."

"Okay, so now can you stop blaming yourself?"

He nodded.

"Christian? How did you even get mixed up with this? With her?" I always was curious as to why, but I never gathered the courage to ask him. And quite frankly I was nervous; maybe even a little scared as to what his answer would be.

He let out a small sigh and shut his eyes tightly, opening them after he took deep even breaths. He looked down for a few seconds until looking back up at me. "I-I didn't have the easiest life. Um, I grew up in various foster homes until I was sixteen." I didn't like his story already. I've heard horrible things that happen in foster homes and the only reason those people took children in was because they get paid for it. "By that I time, I had enough. I was tired of being tossed from home to home, disappointing each family every time. Kids there were very mean and did bad things, while others were shy and kept themselves isolated from everyone else. It was very…exhausting. I decided, I was done, so I packed my bag one night, and escaped out the window. I never once looked back." My heart was already breaking for him. "I spent the next two years, roaming the streets of Brooklyn.

I guess you could say I was homeless, but I found abandon houses I would sleep in from time to time. After two years, I decided to do something different. I needed another way to survive and at first I wasn't sure how to do it. I contemplated on killing myself." I felt a tear escape my eye and fall down my face. He smiled sweetly and wiped the second one that threatened to fall down my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "But I didn't. I few weeks after that, I met a boy who was a few years older than me. He was nineteen, I think. We were in a bar, illegally I might add, and I watched him as he conned a man out of his money. It seemed so easy. To make a long story short, we became good friends and starting conning people out of their money and priceless artifacts for a living. At first I wasn't happy about it, I felt bad, but being able to feed yourself, to have things you never thought you could was life changing for me and I-I just couldn't stop." He sighed.

"Please, keep going." I was intrigued. I was heartbroken for him. I was impressed by his devotion, and I was admired by his strength.

"I then met Elena." I held my breath. "Elliot, that was my friends name, him and I were going to steal her money. She was beautiful," Gag! "She looked really wealthy so we thought she would be stacked with cash."

"Was she?"

"Oh yeah." He laughed, "Who carries eight hundred in cash on them? I will never know."

"What happened next?"

"She caught us." He replied. "Elliot was striking up a conversation with her and I was reaching my hand in to grab her wallet. I took it out opened and grabbed the cash. I didn't know if she had the ability to smell money but as soon as I took it out she turned and stared at me."

"And then?"

"I was completely frozen. Elliot and I have never once been caught." I was at the edge of my seat, figuratively of course. Christian's story was like a movie that I could actually visualize in my head. "Elliot looked frantic and he took off."

My mouth opened in astonishment. "What? How could he just leave you like that?"

"We did it to each other all the time. Whenever one of us would get caught, the other would leave and we'd regroup later. It was easier that way. Only this time, I didn't get away. I pleaded with her to let me go and we'd forget all about it but she had other ideas." I gulped. "Elena found me very…attractive. This was around the time when she and her husband were planning their experiment with you. She told me that if I didn't help her gather information on you that she would turn me in to the police."

What a bitch!

"But she wanted me for more. I did what she wanted me to for the first couple of months, but after…I saw you for the first time, I just- I couldn't continue doing those things with her. Plus, she was married and I felt disgusting."

I would feel disgusting too.

Oh, god, he slept with Elena. Eww!

"I continued to help her with you. I wanted to stop and I almost walked out, but her threats took a toll on me. I didn't want to be put into jail and I didn't want to be away from you. I know that's weird since we never even met, but I knew that if I continued to do what she wanted when it involved you, I could at least be able to protect you from her, from him. That's why I stayed, why it seemed like I was helping them. But you have to know, Ana, that I wasn't. I needed them to think that so I could continue looking out for you."

"You told them you were watching Kate, didn't you?" I remembered some of the visions I had, where David and Elena were talking. She always mentioned his partner, but never revealed his name and David would always say that he's keeping an eye on Kate.

"Yes, I did." I took a deep breath. "David watched you and I couldn't protect you while I was with him. I would lie; say that I'm going keep an eye on Kate when in fact I was actually hiding in the alleys, the shadows protecting you. If only I said something to you sooner. I didn't think they would actually attack you like that and when David put his hands on you that first night, I couldn't handle it. There was so much rage building inside of me and there was no controlling it. And you know the rest."

"You were never planning on hurting me?"

"Of course not. The first time a saw you, I knew I couldn't do anything to hurt you. Your face seemed so innocent. The more I saw you, followed you, I noticed the things about you that drew me towards you. I loved the way your brown hair, flowed down your back. I liked how clumsy you could be. I like how you get so into the paintings that you were trying to do, like there was nothing else in the world that could get to you, distract you. You have a strong mind, and a big heart Ana. You can take care of yourself and you're independent. It can be frustrating but it's what makes you, you and I love you."

I didn't know what to say. Now, I do know that there are more sides to any given situation then just my visions. At least when it came to Christian that is. Now, I hated Elena even more then I already did. What kind of sick evil person, could take advantage of another person like that? It's black mail, and I'm pretty sure that's illegal or something along those lines. But I think it was safe to safe that I could fully trust Christian. I believe him. He saved my life after all, I didn't think there was any other reason to doubt him and he basically just told me his life story. The short version of it of course, but he told me and I could understand him more now. If I or anyone were in situation like him, we would have done just about anything to survive. I couldn't blame him and I wasn't in a position to judge, no one was, because they don't know. They wouldn't understand, how could they?

Christian was a kid, being tossed from place to place, family to family and even being homeless at a point in his life. That's tough for a kid to have to deal with and could really damage their perception for future circumstances.

I didn't know what that was like. I knew what it was like to be isolated and neglected, maybe emotionally unstable to an extent, but I didn't know what Christian's life was like and I was glad I didn't. I was sad for him. I wanted to make it better, to tell him he didn't have to do anything like that anymore.

"I love you too Christian." I gripped him in a huge hug. "You don't have to go back to that."

"I don't know what to do." His hands were warm as they circled me.

"Stay with me." His body stiffened and after a second he pulled back. His dark gray orbs peered into mine. "Please, stay with me."

"I can't do that."

"Yes you can. I want you to." I sighed and leaned in, gently kissing his soft lips. "I want to be with you. Please, stay with me."

He sighed, pulling me back into his warm embrace. After a minute he said, "Okay."

The nurse came in a few minutes later to check out my pulse and heart rate. She said everything was back to normal and that I would be able to leave by tomorrow morning. The doctor wants to keep me overnight just to be sure you're in the clear. In my mind I was hoping they would discharge me early. I wanted to get the hell out of here.

I was just about to fall asleep for a nap when the door to my room slammed opened abruptly. I practically jump from the bed, wincing and letting out a cry as the pain took over my senses. "You okay, baby?" Christian asked.

"Yeah," We stared at the entrance, where the policeman from a day or so ago came by to question me. "Is everything okay, officer?"

He had an almost impassive look on his face, but I could see a little bit of worry and anger on his features. "I don't know how to tell you this, but…"

He looked down, then to Christian and then to me. I was nervous. The first thing that came to mind was that they found out about Christian and that we were both in some serious trouble. I knew lying was bad and I did say that if I was caught I would happily pay the price, but now I'm not so sure. I think I'd lie again just to get out of the situation. Christian and I were going to be happy. I wanted to be sure and make sure of that.

"Elena had escaped from the hospital."

Shit! Now that I wasn't expecting.

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