Expect The Unexpected ch. 37
Elsa's P.O.V.
I could not believe that Hans would do something like this to Anna. I do not understand what was possibly going through that nimrod's head where he thought it was a good idea to tell the media about my pregnancy. How could he think that this would drive a wedge between the photographer and myself? Did he honesty think that I would just fall into his arms once we broke up? That moronic simpleton has another thing coming because I love Anna with all of my heart and I would never leave her.
She is the mother of my children and even our relationship doesn't work out like we plan, I will always have love for her. The male model is the last person that I would go to for a relationship and I never would fall for him because all makes me want to maim him for putting Anna through all this turmoil. I pray that he never show his ugly face anywhere near my family or I swear that I will make him regret it. I know that the photographer said that she is fine but I know that she is not because she has never been good at hiding her emotions.
One of the things that I love about Anna is that it is always easy to tell what is going on with her even when she does not want anyone to know that something is wrong. I don't want to say anything in front of Dylan because this is not something I think we should discuss in front of her. I cannot stand the thought of leaving her along with… with that man the few times that we had asked him to baby-sit for us and it obvious that she love spending time with him and I do not wish to ruin the image of her Uncle Hans has in place of him.
It is not long before we reached the park and Dylan makes a beeline for the playground as the photographer helps me out of the limo. We are lucky that the paparazzi is not around to follow us and harass us like they normally do which I am grateful for because I want the 3 year old to have a normal day without something interrupting it. Anna leads me to one of the park bench so we can keep an eye on our daughter from a good distance.
The photographer is leaning against the back of the bench with her arms along the top of it as she looks at Dylan playing on one of the slides but I can tell that her mind is something else. She's thinking about Hans. I wish that there is something that I could do to comfort her but I am afraid that it will not do much good.
"Anna?"
"Yeah" Anna sad not looking at me.
"Please talk to me"
"What do you mean, Elsa? I am talking to you" Anna said furrowing her eyebrows together.
"Anna, you know what I mean. I know that everything with Hans is upsetting you but you are trying to hide it" I replied.
"Elsa, I'm not hiding anything and I'm not upset" Anna said shaking her head.
"That is not true and you know it. Please tell me what I can do to help you and I will do it. Just do not shut me out. I love you" I said taking her hand in my own.
"I… I just don't know Elsa. I have so many conflicting feelings and I don't know which one I'm supposed to be feeling. I don't just understand anything anymore" Anna said trying to keep her tears at bay.
"You are not alone, Anna and we will get through this together like we have been doing" I said squeezing her hand reassuring.
"Thanks Elsa but I think that this is something that I handle on my own. Hans was one of my best friend; like a brother to me but when he did what he did to me. It hurt, it hurts deeply and badly. I think that I need to take a walk to clear my head. Watch Dylan for me" Anna said getting up.
"Anna wait" I called out.
It didn't stop the photographer from walking further into the park and away from the playground. I am torn from going after her and staying here to keep an eye on Dylan. Did I push too hard? Was my timing bad? Maybe I should not have pushed her into talking about things so soon. It is obvious that she is not ready to talk. What is wrong with me? Now Anna is upset with me. What am I going to do? Should I leave her alone to figure out things on her own?
Or do I go after her and bring her back to talk things out? I do not know what I should do. I continued to watch Dylan play in sand, unaware of the situation going on around her. I am glad that this is not affecting her and I will have to shield her from it to preserve her innocence. After awhile the 3 year old was done playing before walking up to me as she searched for her Mama.
"Mommy, where's Mama? She's not here?" Dylan asked confused.
"Sorry Sweetie but Mama… had to take care of something important but said she will see us back at the apartment. Want to get some ice cream?" I asked smiling.
"Okay" Dylan said grinning.
I hate lying to Dylan but I cannot tell her that her Mama ran off somewhere and I do not know where she went. I take the 3 year old by the hand before leading her to the limo so Olaf can drive us to the nearest ice cream shop for a frozen treat. I am hoping that Anna does not do anything that she will regret later so I texted Kristoff to search for her.
He ask what happened and I told him that it would be best that he asked the photographer when she found her. The personal trainer left it at and told me that he would let me know when he found Anna before sending her home to me. I never more thankful to Kristoff than I am right now but I will rest easier know that my fiancée is okay and in my arms. I just have to keep a brave for Dylan until them.
Kristoff's P.O.V.
Getting a text a from Elsa asking me to look for Anna was weird but what was really weird was I have been having this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach for a while and I don't know why I have this feeling for. I tried calling the photographer but she was either ignoring my calls or her phone's dead. I would have called Hans to see if he could get a hold of her but I remembered that he's in Paris for some photo shoot or something.
I wasn't listening when he told me so I tried to call Anna again before hoping into my car. I drive up to all of the places that I thought the photographer might go to and asked everyone there if they saw her but unfortunately no one's seen her. What the fuck, Anna? Where the hell did you go? I drive around for awhile I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I pulled it out to see that it's Anna calling. It quickly answer it.
"Anna, where the hell are you? Why haven't you answered my calls?" I yelled angrily.
"Hey Kris, long time no see" Anna slurred.
"Anna, are you… are you drunk?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe hic but you should come hic drink me. It'll like old… Uhhh what was I about to say?"
"Anna just stay where you are. Where are you right now and I'll come get you" I said trying to get Anna to focus.
What the hell happened to here? She rarely drink and even more rare occasions gets completely trashed with the last time being resulted in Elsa's pregnancy. So what happened? The photographer talks randomly about anything and everything and it takes a lot of coaxing in getting her to tell me where she is. The Eldest? Why the hell is Anna at the eldest for? The Eldest is this old bar that me, Hans and Anna found when we talked her into getting a fake ID.
We almost busted for using the ids we had but the owner is this Norwegian guy that could possibly be the photographer's boss' twin. He let's us come in as long as we don't drink anything alcoholic and if we do then we have to make sure that we don't get too wasted. We haven't been there in awhile so why the Eldest the place Anna goes to and why is she drinking.
None of this is making sense but I can't worry about that now so I put a move on it. Once I get there, I make my way inside to find the photographer sitting off to the side with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass of whiskey. It looks the redhead is a sitting in a drunken stupor as she glares unfocused at the nearby wall as I walked over to her.
"Anna, what are you doing here and why are you drinking so much?" I asked sitting across from her.
"Because I want to forget. I want to forget the past and Hans. The fuckin bastard" Anna said taking a long swig from the tequila bottle.
"Hans? What did Hans do?" I asked confused.
"The bastard is out to ruin my life because he's jealous of me. Instead of talking to me like a normal person, he plotted behind my back like a snake before to steal my girl and kid. Who fuckin does that, Kristoff? Who does that? I'm just so angry and confused, man and I don't know what to do or to feel. I just wanna pucnh him in the fuckin face" Anna said as angry tears fell from her eyes.
HANS DID WHAT?! I CAN'T FUCKIN BELIEVE HIM! I can't believe after everything we've through that the male model would turn his back on his family like that especially Anna. After everything she did for him over the years and he pulls this shit on her. When he gets back from Paris, his ass is grass but I have a drunk Anna on my hands. I think that I might need a drink after all this but I can't send her home like this. Anna wouldn't forgive herself if Elsa and Dylan saw her in a drunken stupor.
I get up out of my chair before taking the crying drunk out of the bar and into my car. I drive towards my place and it wasn't long before the photographer cried herself to sleep. Hopefully she's just sleep the alcohol off and not remember what happened because I hate seeing my friend in pain like this especially the pain is caused by someone that she cares about and viewed as family. I hope that Hans has the balls to back so I can punch his pretty little face in so the doctor won't be able to fix.
I arrived at my place and I parked the car before carrying the sleeping woman in my arms inside. Luckily Sven went to bed early tonight so he won't ask questions about his Auntie Anna. I carried the photographer to the guest room before placing her under the covers and leaving her alone for the night. I called Elsa letting her know what she's okay and that she's staying at my house until the morning. The supermodel wasn't happy about it but she was grateful that her fiancée is safe and she'll come to get her tomorrow.
All of this sucks so badly. How could I not see this coming? How did I not see Hans going off of the deep end? How could I not see want he was turning into or what He was going to do Anna? What is happening to my family? What do I do? What do I do? I sit on the couch with my head in my hands as I pull at my hair in frustration. This is so messed up.
End of ch. 37