After the long drive back we arrive at Harbor Drive and head upstairs. The very early wake-up call combined with the adrenaline that has finally drained from my body make me feel like I could sleep for a day.

Christian leads me to the bedroom and I barely get my clothes off before I drop into the bed and slip under the covers. The bed feels cold and I'm only in my tank top and underwear, so I shudder. I open my eyes to see Christian has changed into grey bottoms and a matching grey t-shirt. He slips into the bed quickly and reaches around me pulling me into his body.

My head rests against his t-shirt covered chest and I place my ear over his heart. His hand is draped over me and stroking my arm, his fingers brushing lightly over my skin. I look up to him and he leans down placing a soft kiss on my lips.

It's gentle and passionate but at the same time caring. He pulls back and presses a button on a remote next to the bed and the white curtains move across cutting off the view of San Diego and making the room darker. His fingers move onto my neck stroking over my hair and skin with feather-like touches.

"What made you take me to do that?" I sigh softly onto his chest.

"I wanted to share something special with you. It's nice to know you trust me. I would never let anything happen to you. You mean so much to me, Ana." His words sink into me.

This is from the man that said he doesn't do love. That he can't love. I think I'm changing his mind. His soft fingers on my neck are sending me to sleep.

"You have worked your magic on me, Christian. I can't let you go." I say finally closing my eyes and letting sleep take me.

I'm awoken to a gentle calling out. What is that? My mind tries to get me to open my eyes. I finally do and I'm staring at the ceiling. I'm in Christian's bedroom. The noise comes from my side. I turn to see Christian lying on his side curled up as he calls out softly. I lean in to be able to hear it better as he says it again.

"Elena."

I look back at his face. His eyes are closed and he seems to be whimpering out the name. He looks so innocent and helpless.

"Elena... Elena, please… No, don't. Elena, no… I'm begging you!" He cries out.

Who is Elena? Why is he begging her? I wish I knew more about him. I feel like I have only a single piece of a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle before me. He cries out again still clearly asleep. I know I have to do something, so I move closer to him and reach my hand out touching his cheek gently.

He whimpers again reminding me of a scared little boy. I stroke his face and cheek, moving my hand down from his brow to his jaw and back again. His whimpering slows and then completely stops.

His eyes slowly open as I look back into his eyes. His hands reach out for me.

"Stay with me." He breathes.

"Always," I reply and slip into his clutches as we fall asleep facing each other holding each other tightly.

Much later we both wake up to find we have slept most of the day in each others arms. I open my eyes to see him looking back at me. He had been watching me as I slept. I stretch out as my body feels tight.

"Morning," I say after a stretch and smile at him.

"Don't you mean good evening." He offers up like he is teasing me.

"No… We slept all day?" I sit up in bed looking for any indication as to what time it is.

The curtains are pulled back and the early evening sky shines through as the sun is getting ready to set.

"Clearly. Do you know you talk in your sleep?" He tells me.

I flinch. Kate had said the same thing when sometimes I fell asleep on the sofa. I turn to look back at him.

"So do you." I smile at him feeling confident.

I see him look over at me surprised. Then it dawns on me he wouldn't know as he normally sleeps alone unless one of his previously twenty-five girls had told him. I shake off the thought as it turns my stomach.

"Who is Elena?" I ask tentatively.

In the second the name leaves my lips I see his whole body tense as if he is ready to fight or run and a look of pure terror fills his eyes. His reaction gives him away and my mind jumps on the information his body just revealed to me.

I think of what he said begging her in his sleep. As my mind throws up two images - one of a little boy being attacked by this evil woman with some type of weapon, the reason he has those scars. The second image is of a beautiful woman who he fell in love with and she left him so he vowed never to love again, closing his heart off to any chance of love and making it so difficult for me to reach him.

Both thoughts make me feel sick as my body is numb and I just stare at him waiting for any type of reply to slide from his mouth.

"I said that name?" He looks in disbelief at me as I nod my head. And then… "Someone I loathe."

Oh. Christian Grey loathes this woman.

"Someone you wish you never met?" I say wondering anxiously.

"Yes." He replies looking away from me.

Finally, two pieces of the puzzle click into place. This Elena is the one who gave him his scars. That I'm certain. I worded my question just how he answered me when he first showed me his scars. Someone he wished he had never met. My thoughts drift to an evil woman assaulting a young, poor, frightened Christian while he begged her not to as she raised her weapon up high to strike him.

"What did she use?" I ask gently as my eyes look at him.

He has his eyes shut tightly and seems like he is reliving it in his mind. I just catch the word that spills from his lips.

"Whip."

He looks up at me and there is so much pain in his eyes. Jesus, what did this bitch do to him? Why did she hurt my man so horribly? I reach around and grab his head pulling him to my chest as I feel him nuzzle my breasts.

"You're unraveling me, Ana." He breathes onto my skin.

We lay like that, not speaking, in silence for a time and then he pulls his head back from me.

"Let's eat then. I want to take you somewhere special." He says grinning at me.

His deep grey eyes shine up at me, playful Christian has returned.

After dressing, we eat a lovely pasta meal at the kitchen counter cooked for us by Mrs Jones. Then we head down to the parking garage and back into the Bentley again. I look over seeing the bike that brought me here that first night. I hope to go for a ride on it again. It was so much fun but maybe another time.

(The first time we hear the name of Elena and she is loathed by Christian. Not a nice woman it would seem. Now we are learning little snippets of things from Christian. Could it be he is opening up to Ana more?

I would just like to thank people on here for your support as I found out on Friday that my nanna had past away. I just wanted to say sorry and explain as to why I have not replied to your reviews until today.

Your all such lovely readers and writing has been helping take my mind off my sad thoughts. So thank you.

I just want to thank my best friend on here to as I know she reads all my posts. Thank you for helping me with my struggle and with your thoughts and prayers you sent to me. It means a lot.

Well the next chapter will drop on Wednesday evening. Seven chapters to go before part 2. Please leave a review and do like and follow me as an author as it should make it easy for you to find part 2 on here. Thank you. SJamesW.)