I was forced to stay in the hospital the next day as well, just under observation. I refused to speak to Christian the entire time. I would mainly pretend to sleep so that he wouldn't bother me. I knew he wouldn't interrupt me if he thought I was trying to rest.
But when I was finally discharged and was forced to sit in the back of the car with Christian, Taylor at the drivers seat, I knew my attempts to avoid him wouldn't last much longer. His hand slid to mine, and I could feel his intense stare, but I moved my fingers away from him. Leaning further away I looked out the window.
"Anna," his voice was low and stern.
I remained quiet. He scoffed, shaking his head then ran a hand through his hair, exasperated.
We pulled into the garage and I didn't wait for Taylor to open my door. I pushed it opened quickly and got out, practically running to our room. I shut the door behind me as I hurried to the bed. Kicking my shoes off, I climbed under the covers, pulling the quilt far up to my chin, and facing away from the door. The room was dark, the blinds drawn. I welcomed it. The dark was where I wanted to be right now.
I wasn't surprised when the door opened, causing the light from the hall to peek in a bit, but not quite reaching me.
Christians voice sounded beyond stressed, "I'll have Gail make you some lunch," he said, but the words were so strained. It didn't sound like Christians overly confident voice at all.
"Im not hungry." My quiet voice replied.
He let out a heavy sigh, "Anastasia-"
"I'm not hungry!" I said more firmly.
He was silent for a few seconds then I heard him walk out and shut the door behind him.
A swift kick to my stomach caused me to cry out. Then I heard a baby screaming. Another kick and I screamed.
"Ana!" Christian was shaking me awake, and I opened my eyes to see him. I had tears running down my face.
"You were having a nightmare," he was loomed over me, concern the strongest feature on his face.
Sitting up I brought my knees to my chest and began to sob, rocking back and forth as I relived that horrible moment over again. My dream. "My baby," I sobbed hoarsely. I pretty much had no voice at this point. All the crying was taking it from me.
Christians arms tried to wrap around me but I snatched my head up to look at him, "No!"
His eyes were wide but I could tell he was overwhelmed by it all as well. His shoulders sagged from the rejection, something I was sure he'd never get use to coming from me.
"I bet you're glad it happened." My voice was ice cold to him.
Christian looked as though I had slapped him. "Of course not Ana, I would never had wanted this. Seeing you this way. How could you think that?"
But as horrible as it was, I needed him to hurt as bad as I was hurting right now. "Its hard for you, huh?" I asked, the sarcasm was thick.
Christian just looked at me.
"Why don't you go talk to Mrs. Robinson about it, then. Sense, she seems to be the one you go to with our family problems."
His jaw clenched and I could tell he was trying to calm himself down.
A sudden urge that I was starting to know all too well, sent me jolting out of bed and running for the toilet. I crouched quickly and raised the lid as I threw up. I was shocked I still even had something to throw up at this point. But then I remember how I had been pretty much forced to eat at the hospital in order to leave.
Christian stood at the door, hovering over me. He pulled my hair back and right when I was going to tell him to leave, I threw up again. I sat there a second, making sure I was done.
"Are you alright?" Christian asked concerned.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand then flushed the toilet. Standing, with Christian helping me up, I nodded at him and headed for my toothbrush. I grabbed it from the small holder and put a dab of toothpaste on it then began brushing my teeth. Christian stood there, arms crossed over his chest, staring at my reflection. I ignored him, brushing my teeth, then rinsed both my toothbrush and my mouth and turned to go back to bed. He held his arm out, blocking my way. I stopped and looked at him. Holly shit. He looked bad. I hadn't really noticed, I suppose because I hadn't been spending time with him or talking to him…or looking at him for that matter.
He had circles underneath his eyes as well. He looked as tired as I felt. I didn't let this distract me though.
"What Christian?" My voice came out cold, but I didn't care.
His jaw clenched, "Ana, you cant keep treating me like this! I'm trying to help too."
I blinked at him, then scoffed, "Oh now you want to help! Well fan-fucking-tastic! Where was this help when I found out I was fucking pregnant Christian? Huh?"
His eyes were blazing now. "It took me by surprise Ana! Fuck! You think this has only been hard on you! Well it hasn't!" His voice mirrored my cold one. It was shocking. And at my fragile state, I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle a fight with Fifty right now. I looked down, clutching my chest and let out a whimper then began to cry, shocking Christian once again.
His temper vanishing, he pulled me to him, "Baby, I'm sorry," his voice now gentle in my ear. I let him hold me, but my limbs were stiff. I just needed him to. As much as I hated him right now, I needed to be held. It wouldn't have mattered who was here right now, I needed it. "Lets get you back to bed," he murmured, then helped me back. My tears eventually settled and then, I was asleep.