*Christian Bonus POV*

Ana cried after I'd fingered her, just before falling asleep. She had assured me she loved every moment of it, and that nothing was wrong. I was beyond confused and still didn't understand why she was crying. Girls were strange creatures.

I watched as her eyes closed, running my fingers across her eyelashes. Her little nose and soft lips. She was so beautiful. I felt disgusted with myself that I'd ever tried to find what we had with some strange girl. Leila. Hattie. Nobody compared to Ana. She truly was the one. My one. I loved the feel of her pressed into me. Her soft skin and little hands across my chest. She was so small, so perfect. It felt good to be the one who looked after her. I made a vow to always protect her and keep her safe.

When I was older, I was going to open my own million-dollar business. I'd buy a huge house for Ana and me; cars for us both. A garden, a home gym. Offices and a pool room. It would be spectacular.

I heard my mom come home around half an hour later and shook Ana awake gently.

"Did I fall asleep?" She asked, with a little yawn.

She was so cute.

I nodded, leaning down to kiss her nose. She wrinkled it and I couldn't help but smile. It was a habit she'd done ever since we were little.

"My moms home," I told her and she shot up, reaching for her jeans.

I laughed and helped her put them on. We had just situated ourselves back on top of the covers when my mom knocked.

"Come in," I said, and she came carrying two glasses of juice.

"Hi Ana sweetheart," she said, passing her a drink.

"Thanks Grace," she said gratefully.

"We've missed you," she added, passing me mine. "And Christian has missed you terribly of course, he hasn't been himself."

"Thanks mom," I said pointedly. "You can go now."

She laughed as she edged toward the door.

"Door open please," she insisted, wedging it open even further.

I scowled as she walked away. Ana giggled as she snuggled closer into me.

"I miss our sleepovers," she said, her breath warm as it tickled my face. "I loved sleeping with you last night."

She truly had no idea. Last night had been a blessing. With Ana tucked right there next to me, there were no nightmares or uninterrupted sleep. Just pure bliss.

"I know," I sighed, setting down my drink. "I miss them too. Can't wait till we get our own place."

She looked up at me with a small smile. "You want to get a place with me?"

"Course. Why wouldn't I?"

She just grinned and nuzzled her head under my neck.

Strange beautiful little creature.

Ana ended up staying for dinner and Carla picked her up a few hours later. It was nice, having her here again. She was a part of the family and we'd all missed her.

I was sitting in the lounge afterward with mom when she asked if I wanted to have a chat.

Dad was upstairs working; Mia was in bed and Elliot was in his room.

I immediately tensed. Had Carla told her yet?

"About what?" I asked warily.

She set her tea on the coffee table and came to sit next to me.

The smell of her perfume was always pleasant. She'd worn the same one since the first day she came to the home to collect me. To rescue me.

"Carla called earlier," she said, bringing her knees up on to the couch. "Said you might want to have a word with me about something important. Something to do with a party."

I sighed and leaned back. She ruffled my hair softly.

"You can tell me anything Christian, you know that," she said quietly. "You know I'll always hear you out."

I closed my eyes. She let me take my time, something I appreciated. Rushing never helped. I got angry and backed out. I waited for several minutes before speaking.

"The night of Elliot's party, something happened to me," I began.

She sighed and sat back. "I knew I shouldn't have let him have that damn party."

"He was goading me," I continued, ignoring her.

"Goading?" She asked. "Goading you to do what?"

I shrugged. I wasn't talking to Elliot, but did I want him to get into trouble?

But my mom sat forward again and looked at me with piercing eyes.

"Tell me Christian," she insisted, and I knew from years of experience she was not backing down.

"He told me to be a real man," I said quietly. "He encouraged me to smoke weed with him and his friends. Talk to other girls."

Her eyes widened. "You smoked? Drugs?"

I nodded.

"Elliot had these drugs?"

"His friend did. Danny."

She bit her lip and nodded, signalling me to continue.

"Danny must have thought it was funny or something...he gave me a drink. I thought it was just a beer, but he'd spiked it. Later that night, he sent a girl over to me with another spiked drink. The first mustn't have worked well enough because I was still feeling okay. The one the girl bought over though...I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. She took me upstairs and started kissing me. I couldn't stop her. Ana burst into the room and saw me with her...it's why we broke up."

The words all came out in one big bubble with no breaths between. I turned to look at my mom but she was speechless.

"You were drugged?" She finally said, composing herself.

I nodded.

"Oh my baby," she said, holding a hand to her mouth.

I turned away, embarrassed.

"It's not your fault," she said, taking my hand. "None of it's your fault. Didn't you explain that you were drugged to Anastasia?"

I nodded.

She frowned.

"She still broke up with you?" She asked sharply.

I hesitated but she already knew the answer. She stood up and started to pace.

"Mom, it's not her fault, what she walked in on..." I started, but she interrupted me.

"I don't care," she snapped. "Any decent girl would have stuck with you. You were drugged for crying out loud! Nothing that happened was consensual between you and – what's her damn name?"

"Leila," I said quietly.

"And Leila?" She said, turning to face me. "She was in on this plan? She sexually assaulted you?"

I winced, turning red. I really didn't want to discuss this with my mother. She didn't seem to notice, or care about my discomfort however.

"She didn't know," I say. "She didn't know the drink was spiked."

"But surely you not being able to move would have been a clear indicator?" Mom insisted.

I shrugged.

She took a deep breath and sat back down.

"Don't worry darling," she said, taking my hand again. "None of this is your fault. None of it okay? I'm going to sort this all out. Me and your father."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I mean that nobody, absolutely nobody, is going to drug my son and get away with it. Danny will be punished. And so will that vile girl Leila. And so will your brother."

"Punished how?"

"We're going to speak to the police about Danny," she said, straightening up further. "As for Leila, she'll be expelled. Your brother, however, is not attending another party until college. And if he wants any money in the future, he'll have to get a job and earn it. "

I looked at the ground. I'd expected my mom to be angry, but this was even further than I'd imagined her overreacting. This was going to cause so much shit. Elliot was never going to speak to me again.

Why did I say anything?

"I'll book you an appointment with Dr Flynn for tomorrow," she said softly, kissing my cheek. "You should get some sleep honey. I'm going to speak to Elliot."

I headed upstairs and was just about to shut my door, when I heard my mother's rage from across the hall.

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