A/N IMPORTANT. Hi guys. I'm posting a trigger warning here for sexual assault. It's non- graphic. The only reason I'm posting this chapter at all is because I think it's needed to see exactly what happened with Christian. Please feel free to skip if you need to, and wait until the next chapter where Christian will explain to Ana what happened.

Some people have pointed out that I said this was a fluffy story and therefore do not want to continue to read and that's fine. However, I did mention the rating being changed to M several chapters ago in preparation for more darker themes. It is still a fluffy story but not every single chapter can be purely fluff. As mentioned in the bio, 'the trials one undertakes of being a teenager' is definitely not always smooth. Plus, Christian is a troubled boy. He has a troubled background and troubled things have happened to him. He's a flawed character, as most humans are. I wanted a fluffy story, but I still wanted it to be relatable and reflective of real life and authentic to fifty shades. Hope you can understand and will continue to read – Love always, Elizabeth x

*Christian POV bonus*

The night of Elliot's party came quickly. I was getting ready in my room when Elliot burst open the door, swigging from a beer bottle and wearing a bandana over his head. He sat down at my desk, leaned back and wore a shit eating grin that I could only interpret as trouble.

"Keep the hoodie," he said, looking me up and down. "Girls like that shit."

I rolled my eyes.

"Excited?" He asked then. "Your first real party."

"I've been to parties before," I reminded him, but he just laughed.

"Not a real one. Not a senior party." He drank from his bottle again and I shook my head at him.

"Why are you drinking already?" I asked.

"Getting pumped before the big night!" He grinned. "You should do the same. Have a drink and relax. Trust me, girls like it when you're chilled and laid back."

I ignored him, trying to fix my hair in the mirror. No matter what I did, it stayed constantly messy.

"You know what your problem is?" Elliot said, sitting up slightly. I didn't know, but I knew he was about to tell me. "You're too whipped," he continued. "Ana's got you good and proper."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, already getting irritated by him. I hated when he mentioned Ana.

"She's too secure. When people get secure, they get bored."

Was he trying to tell me Ana was bored of me?

I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts. He was just winding me up.

"Now, I'm not saying to do anything reckless," he said, standing up. "But you've been together for ages. You don't want her getting too complacent, or she'll get bored and run. You've got to let her know you've got other options. Make her a little jealous."

"That sounds horrible," I said flatly, but Elliot shrugged.

"It's the science of women. They love it, trust me. You've got to be a player. Let her chase you for a change. Talk to some other girls, let her know you're not always available."

I told him to get out.

"Come and have a joint with me and the boys before the party," he laughed. "Don't be a pussy. My little brothers gotta take my place for when I leave."

He patted me on the shoulder and left.

I sat down on my bed angrily. He was always winding me up. Always telling me I was sensitive, weak...good. People thought I was the good quiet brother. Elliot, the cool loud popular kid. Even my own parents. Even fucking Elena thought I needed tutoring on how to be a man. Hell, Elliot wasright. Ana probably thought I was boring. All my friends, even damn Jose, had had sex by now. I was still a virgin for crying out loud.

I'd show them who was good. I'd show them who was cool.

Who was a man.

When Elliot's close friends arrived, Michael, Rob and Danny; I went downstairs straight away. Elliot looked shocked and I smirked. Fuck being goody and predictable. I grabbed a beer off the counter and downed it in a few seconds. I was reaching for another when Elliot gripped my shoulder.

"Pace yourself," he warned, but I shrugged him off angrily and carried on drinking. Who was the man now?

When Michael lit up a joint, I took my turn. I coughed a bit, but I got the hang of it soon enough. Before I knew it, a wave of calm and tranquil washed over me. Elliot and his friends cracked stupid jokes and I laughed with them.

Is this what it felt like to not care about anything?

To not care about being a good son or constantly getting the best grades. To not worry about keeping my business afloat, how to be a good boyfriend, a good friend..

I realised then that this was the best feeling in the world. Nothing mattered apart from right here right now. When Michael lit up another joint, I eagerly took my turn. When Danny poured me a drink with a grin, I drank it without a care in the world.

It was much later now. The sky outside was black. Music hummed in the background and there were people everywhere. I don't remember when they came. Elliot was nowhere to be seen, but I didn't care. I felt good. Really good.

A girl came over to me. She looked like Ana.

"Hi," she said, moving closer to me.

I could smell her perfume. Definitely not Ana.

A dark echo flittered through my mind as my subconscious reared itself. Should I be talking to her? Is this right?

But then Elliot's voice shouted back at me.

You're whipped. Let her know you've got other options. Make her a little jealous.

"Hi," I said back.

She leaned back. I tried to focus on her properly. She was pretty. Not Ana, but still pretty.

"My name is Leila," she said. Her voice was sexy, I had to admit. "I'm a friend of your brothers."

"You're a senior?" I asked her.

She nodded and moved closer. I could feel her breath on my face. Her hand rubbed over my leg and I didn't move it. She had on a low-cut top which I could see her boobs through. From the way she held herself, I knew she was experienced with boys.

"Why don't you have some of my drink?" She said, holding out a glass of what looked like orange juice.

I was pretty thirsty, so I downed the glass. She continued to talk to me but gradually, everything started to become hazy and I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.

I stood up suddenly, needing to lie down. I couldn't concentrate with all the noise.

"I'll help you to your room," Leila said, and I was grateful. She was nice. Maybe girls weren't all bad after all…

As I started to walk, I found it wasn't without great difficulty. Had I had too much alcohol? Too much weed? Is this what tripping felt like? No, I was okay earlier. Happy. But now I felt weird. Like the walls were closing in.

Leila helped me to my room. She told me to lie down as she shut the door behind her. I did as she said, knowing I needed to rest.

"You really are gorgeous Christian," she said, coming toward me.

She was hovering over me now, her hair slightly brushing my face. It smelled like cherries. She pulled me up so that I was sat up right, and then sat on my lap. I found that my arms wouldn't move properly. She was whispering things to me as she undid the buttons on my jeans and pulled them down.

I didn't quite know what was happening, why she was taking off my jeans, but she told me to relax so I did. She sat back on me and started to kiss my neck as she rubbed against my cock. And then she did something I'd never experienced. Her hand was in my boxers, on me, stroking and rubbing as she kissed harder. My breathing started to come fast. It felt so damn good.

I came within minutes.

"Ready to be inside me?" She whispered, bringing her lips to my mouth.

She tasted wrong.

A cold feeling ran through me as a part of my mind disentangled itself from the haze. This wasn't Ana. I was kissing a girl. A girl that wasn't Ana.

But the thoughts jumbled up in my head. Scattered around and I couldn't grip them properly. I tried to push her away, but my arms wouldn't work. She chuckled and started rubbing herself against me.

"Don't deny yourself," she said quietly. "You know how good it feels. I know you're a virgin Christian. I know your little girlfriend won't give it to you, but I will. I can make you feel things you've never felt before."

The way she was rubbing against me had me closing my eyes in pleasure. I was getting excited again. Her lips met mine again.

No.

I moved my head. I tried to move my mouth to tell her no, but the speech wouldn't come out. What was wrong with me? Was I dying? I felt dizzy, like I was about to pass out.

A loud sound had the girl climbing off me. I could finally stand, but I almost fell as I did so. I tried to find something to hold on to, so I looked up.

In the doorway, Ana stood.

Ana. Real Ana. Blue eyed, vanilla scented Ana. The other girl Leila was next to her. She said something but I couldn't hear her. Both of them left, and I walked quickly after Ana. I needed Ana. She'd help me. I needed help. I was going to die.

I made it down the stairs, falling over a few. I saw people laughing and drinking. If I could just find Ana, it would all be okay.

I saw her black dress in the distance. Why was she running away? Couldn't she see I needed help? I ran outside after her. So close...

I tripped over a rock and stumbled. Pain swept across my arm as I felt something sharp stab it. I vomited.

Ana's face swirled before me. I felt hands pulling me to my feet.

The last thing I remember was being back in my bedroom, soft hands wiping my face and undressing me before I fell into a dark dreamless sleep.