Chapter 26
I awoke with a start like a crash and a bang in my front hallway, sounding like glass breaking, then the alarm came on. I grabbed my pants and ran to the top of the stairs, there in black was an intruder. "Hey!" I yelled to the robber, all of sudden they charged at me. I stood there frozen with fear, they pushed me into the room and pushed me to the ground and put me in a choke hold. I fought him and he had a strong grip, I twisted and shouted. All I heard was "It should have been you, you trampy bitch." It sounded like Elena in my ear. I then felt my body falling.
"Ana wake up." I awoke gasping for air, as I did, I looked around my room it was eight in the morning and I was having a nightmare. As I did, I looked to Christian.
"I think Elena had something to do with my mother's death," I spoke as I said it, it felt bile was taking a one-way trip up my throat. As it reached the back of my tongue, I bolted to the bathroom and emptied the contains of my stomach. I heaved, until nothing but bile was stinking the back of my throat. Sweat prickled along my head, Christian came in and flushed the toilet and put a cold towel on my head. As he did I wanted to slump over and sleep again. He picked me up in his arms and he laid my naked body back on the sheet, we slept naked at this point in the dead heat of the August heat, the sweat collected in pools and nothing but the breeze and fans could cool our bodies.
"You had a very restless sleep, I'm glad you weren't alone, you seemed to have a very powerful nightmare." As I thought about his words I didn't think about the nightmare that took over me. He was about to pull the sheet over my body I stopped him and looked deep into his eyes, I pulled him to kiss him. "I love you but if we do this we need to have you brush your teeth first." He noted.
I nodded, and climbed up, he let me stand, I walked to the sink that housed our toothbrushes as I took the brush out, I ran the cool minty paste over my brush, I ran the water over it as I did, I didn't see him come behind me and I felt him within me. He placed his body in line with mine and thrust deep within me. I hung on to the vanity sink, as he assaulted my body with his thrusting. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and tongue. Raised my mouth out, and tried to turn in his arms. He blocked me and held me there as he thrust into me. His hand traveled up to my breast, and held it in his hand, the other on my hip, I held on as I watched him, I smiled and I looked at him, I wanted this man in my life, if he was willing to give up a week of his life and work for me. I was worth it, I looked down at my fingers, there was no hope for me, the sweat of the summer collected on our bodies and it made us sticky for sex.
Feeling fingers play within the folds of my body as Christian then took his sweet time fucking my body. He then pulled me back and withdrew from me. He picked me up like a princess. He carried me to the bed and laid me down on the sheet less bed and pushed his massive cock in between my legs. I cried out as he took me like this. With the early morning heat creeping in, I loved when he would leave the windows open and the cold air would tickle my vagina while he thrust deep within me. Feeling the cool air and the heat off us brought me closer to nirvana than any drug I had. I could feel the head of his cock rub my little nub of my g-spot in me, I started shaking under him, he knew I was close.
"Come on baby, come for me!" He yelled as I began moaning his name,
"Christian, Harder, Please!" I asked as he thrust. He thrust his cock harder, as he did I dug my nails into his flesh.
"that's it baby, come on, give it to me," I screamed as he told me to give into my orgasm. I rolled my head back as he thrust into me screaming his name. I felt his seed pour into me again, and I looked at him. "What?"
"We haven't been using protection, I thought we talked about this?" I demanded.
"Clam down," He pulled his cock out, making me feel empty, and pulled me beside him on the bed. "we both make enough to have a child right now, I get that is not the point I do, but really, we both knew we would work out enough to have a future together, so yes if we get knocked up it won't be a big deal, will it?" He asked. I thought about it as the sun now out was making the bay radiate in blues and greens of the ocean and trees around it.
"ok fine, so let's say I'm knocked up today. But what if you get hit in the head so bad you won't remember me?" He stopped breathing.
"Ok tell you what, let's go to a lawyer and draw up something." He spoke after a few minutes of thinking to himself but I cut him off.
"No, I want you to put my pictures all over the house, and I will write you notes, about the days leading up to this one and continue onward, and for you to come back to me I will wait. If I am pregnant, I will write about the moment I found I was, even if you do or don't remember it." I nestled beside him so sure of my plan.
"What if in the next game I get hit hard and I forget right then and there?" He asked.
"Then I will ask your mom for some help, so that doesn't happen," I commented.
The next morning when Christian went to practice I went to his laptop and started typing about the first time we met, how I felt over the railing, how he rescued me. Every last detail, about what I was wearing, about the boat ride, about our fight about Elena, about our kiss at his family's farm, about Cindy and I riding into the back country to get stoned. The night out at the fireworks, about him taking me into his playroom, all of it. I teared up when I talked about him opening up and us talking about the future together. About me finding the ring in his pocket. As well as about our catch phrases where which was "right now?" He loved it when I would ask permission like that. At the end of the typing I printed it off and handed it to Grace to read over, to which she did, and he eyes just rolled into the back of her head. She edited over things that missed, just as I took back to the office and edited it over again, as I did I got a call from the RCMP.
"Hello?" I answered the phone.
"Miss. Bonds?" I heard the woman say on the phone.
"Yes?" I answered still questioning what the phone call was about.
"This is Detective Gia Charlies from the Vancouver RCMP, I understand this a difficult time right now time right now and I just want to ask you a few questions about the day your mother was murdered."
Murdered? Wait, what?
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I continued typing.
"You say you were in the village at the time she was hit, you were on a call to 9-1-1. Are you sure you were not on the other side of the crosswalk watching her die?" She was grabbing at straws.
"Look if you are going to accuse me of her murder then you can speak to my boyfriend's lawyer as I have nothing to say to you, as well as that talk to Elena Roberts, as well as Carrick Roach, they have had a vendetta against me for a while now and they have wanted me out of his life, saying I was gold digging whore, even mentioned it to him and his mother. Why not ask them?"
There was a pause at the end of the line, "see here's the thing, Carrick Steele is have been unreachable during this time and Elena Lincoln we haven't checked out yet." I had no use for the call anymore and I wanted to get off the phone as soon as I was on it.
"I think anybody who has met me or my mother can say that she was a wonderful woman."
"Don't you mean Grandmother, Ana?" I wanted to slam the phone down and not talk to her any longer. But I should at least correct the woman.
"A woman who adopts her daughter's mistake and calls her, her own daughter, I think it's clear that the woman became more of a mother than my own mother." I paused as my heart rate shot up. "I think we are done here; any other questions you have can be asked to my attorney." I didn't wait for a good-bye I just hung-up the phone and went back to typing.
Shortly finishing the edits, I got a text from my brother asking me to come in and work for him the next day saying that Kate and he had a doctor appointment. I printed out the second edits and took and left in a spot where nobody but his mother and me would find it. Any big life changing moments I would add in the pages but until then, what I had was good enough, or I thought it was good enough. I sat in his den with a book in my hands Helena Hunting, Pucked Up. I heard the door open and close and I knew he was home. Or I thought he was, Grace went to the market to pick up some food for dinner.
"Hello?" I turned around the corner there stood Carrick at the top of the stairs. He looked at my slide that he put in for me.
"Well, well, the gold digger is still here, and looks like your planning on having a bastard child." Pointing to the slides. He started coming towards me.
"Stay away from me. He got closer to me as I backed up back into the den, he grabbed my wrist as he did, he said.
"It was too easy, it really was." I don't know what he was talking about but he pulled and he pulled on my wrist hard. As he did I screamed to be let go, he dragged me to the stairs I held my ground as he did he pulled even harder almost dislocating my shoulder, the main phone line was on the wall I grabbed it and pushed 9-1-1. As I did he ripped the phone from my left hand. And pushed me into the front hallway where the pantry was, he looked around as I being hurt in his hands.
"You bitch move!" He yelled. I squirmed in his arms, looking for a way out. Carrick looked down as I did, I grabbed the railing and he pushed me, he kicked my hand as my body felt forwards. The grips on the stairs stopped me from sliding down further, but he was right behind me kicking my body down the stairs he had a plan and it was for me to die to get me out of the way.
"He doesn't deserve you, you worthless whore." He mumbled as he continued his assault on me.
"Says the man who is abusing his son's wealthily girlfriend." He paused.
"What you say?"
"My mother she left me with 10 million dollars. And then some from my dad, honestly I don't give a shit about your son's money, if I marry him he gets half of my money, and then some. I have no will prepared so if you kill me he gets nothing." He thought about it. Then continued kicking me, just as my world was starting to go black. I heard.
"West Vancouver Police are you here?" I grabbed Carrick's ankle so he couldn't run.
"I'm down here," I yelled just as I did two broadly men came down to my rescue. They got Carrick up off of me as they did, they looked at me. I curled into a ball.
"We are going to need an ambulance." As the one cop took Carrick back upstairs he began yelling and saying I had let him in and that it was my fault. He was being carried out. I blacked out for a while as I did, Christian came beside me.
"Baby what did you tell him?" I heard him.
"It's ok he doesn't believe I'm a multimillionaire." He nodded and pulled me into his arms.
"Sorry to ask, but do you want to press charges?"
I nodded, I looked up.
"Yes, Yes I do. He let himself and attacked me unprovoked." The cop nodded.
"We'll get your statement later but can we take you to the emergency now? And get you checked out?" I nodded. I tried to stand only to have my rib cage and my body just ache, Christian, bent low and picked me up and carried me up two flights of stairs and place me on the stretcher. As he did he kissed my forehead and the paramedics lifted me into the ambulance. Christian got in with me as the paramedics got me hooked up with an IV, I held Christian's hand the whole way to Lion's Gate Hospital. As they admitted us, the doctor asked a series of questions, nothing out of the ordinary until "When was your last period?" I almost sat up in bed.
"What? Why would want to know that?" I fired back.
"Well, sometimes when you take a nasty fall or have a jealous family member push down the stairs we look into things like a possible pregnancy to see if the child is harmed in any way." I thought back to my last period.
"Christian, I don't remember my last period, it was a week after the fireworks I think." He looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face.
"No." I sputtered out. The doctor looked to me than him.
"We'll run some tests but it chances is if you are we would know by now."
I nodded and laid down, the doctor left as he did, Christian put his hand on my stomach and let it rest there, I knew and I think he knew now too. We weren't being careful. And now I was going to pay the ultimate price.