Chapter Fourteen
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"Tell me everything, Anastasia." Christian demands the second all the car doors are shut.
"I was washing my hands when she came into the bathroom, she called me a little girl then to stay away from you. I told her you thought she was toxic, that you didn't want her anymore. She said that she made you." I recall
"Other than giving me my startup for GEH how did she make me? She made me feel as though I couldn't be near my family, controlled my sex life..." he interrupts confused.
"She's obsessed with you Christian, and she's insane." I snark before continuing. "I told her that she ruined you, that she's a sad pathetic pedophile. She had her hand on the wall blocking me from leaving the bathroom so I called her a demented hag and to get out of my way, then I pushed her arm away. She grabbed my arm then slapped me around the face. I told her to not lay a hand on me again, Ray taught me self defence, dumb bitch then called me a child once again and then said that she could do whatever she wanted. Then she grabbed a chunk out of my hair, thankfully it doesn't show, so I punched her in the nose getting her blood on my dress. She did fall flat on her ass." Christian's proud grin matches mine. Ray taught me well. "While she was on the floor I told her that you don't want her anymore, that even if you and I weren't together that you wouldn't want her, and that she disgusts you. I had more to say to her, but then Grace came out of one of the stalls. She must have gotten there before me." I finish.
"I don't know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you." He growls.
"I'll take option one, then two, then one again." I flirt.
"Yes ma'am." He grins.
"She kept calling you child." Christian remarks his brow furrowed.
"She's an older woman, I doubt you were the only underaged boy she's been involved with. I think she only believes an older woman knows how to fuck." I theorise.
"Why am I paying Flynn when I have you?" He laughs.
"We need to go to the shop!"
"For tomorrow, I'm not sure what food we have."
"Have a look in the fridge if there's something you need I'll ask Taylor."
"Okay, I guess I'm not dressed for shopping." I grin
"No, you are dressed for the bedroom."
"Or playroom?"
"Really?"
"Maybe our first time back, we're there as equals. Although I do need a spanking sir."
"You'll be the death of me." He growls kissing me feverishly, we slow our kiss then stop. I rest my head on his shoulder closing my eyes contented.
The car slows as it enters the garage before coming to a screeching halt. Taylor and Sawyer jump out slamming their doors as they go.
"Ana stay here." Christian demands following them.
"Leila, what are you doing here?" I hear Christian growling. I get out of the car to see a brown haired petite woman with a bloody bandage around her wrist she's wearing black leggings, plain black trainers, a navy tshirt with an olive green coat. All her clothes look too big, her face is pale and gaunt. She has a large knife in one hand, a can of paint in the other.
"Why not me? Aren't I good enough? Why her?" She cries looking at me standing behind Christian. Taylor and Sawyer on each side of him ready to throw themselves in front of Christian.
"What's wrong with me?" She pleads, I'm assuming she must be one of the fifteen, heart breaks for her. Christian is so easy to love, I can understand how she fell for him to only be rejected after confessing her feelings.
"It's not about good enough, it's about compatibility." I whisper from behind Christian, I move in front of him, Taylor and Sawyer are still closer to Leila who is sobbing the can of paint and knife falling from her hands with a clatter to the floor.
"Leila," I softly say carefully placing my hands on her upper arms.
"What's wrong with me." She repeats crying harder, I pull her into my arms she returns my hug resting her head on my chest.
"Leila, it's not about good enough, it's about compatibility. You and Christian are, chalk and cheese. You're the chalk. There are so many things you're good at, you can be overlooked but matched with the right board does great things. But using chalk on cheese just creates disaster." I ramble hoping to make sense, thankfully Leila laughs.
"What are you?" She asks her voice childlike.
"What do you mean?"
"If master is the cheese, what are you?" I think for a moment
"I'm plain pasta. Pretty boring, nothing special but when surrounded by cheese I'm amazing." I reminisce about how wonderful Christian has made me feel. Leila holds onto me harder, I reciprocate. I don't know what has been going on with her but clearly she needs some love.
"Leila, you need help. You've got so much pain inside, and things like this." I say pointing at my paint covered car with it's tyres slashed. "Are a cry for help. Are you otherwise armed?" I ask, she nods against my chest letting one of her arms fall from my waist digging into her coat pocket pulling out a gun dropping it to the floor before resuming our hug. I use my foot to slide the gun and knife to Taylor.
"Me and Christian want to help you." I whisper before breaking away from the hug and pulling my fluffy dress up so I can sit on the floor Leila moves to sit beside me restarting out hug.
"Dr Flynn is on his way." Christian interrupts looking up from his phone. I'd almost forgotten he was here, he hadn't said anything only glared at me.
"Who's that?" Leila asks her head bowed.
"He's a psychiatrist, he can get you to a psychiatric hospital. You can get the help you need." Christian kindly explains. He sounds kind now but I know I'm going to be screamed at when we get home. We stay in silence for ten long minutes before tyres are heard, a blue Mercedes pulls up and Dr Flynn still in his tuxedo.
"Leila? I'm Dr John Flynn, I'm going to take you to a psychiatric holding facility. We're going to get you the help you need." Leila takes his hand, standing up.
"I have a Dr Doe in the car with me, would you like him to meet you before you get into the car with us?" She shakes her head. I stand back slightly smiling as I watch her getting into the car, Dr Doe helps her with her seatbelt before they leave the garage. That felt too much like the movies.
I shake my head, Christian grabs my arm dragging me to the elevator. Taylor has already gone up, leaving Sawyer with us. The tension in the elevator is so thick you would need Leila's knife to cut through it. Finally we're at home, I stride to the bedroom Christian on my heels.
"Anastasia, that was fucking reckless." Christian growls following me into the bedroom slamming the door.
"You three were glaring at a broken woman, she was terrified."
"So was I when you were hugging someone with a fucking GUN Anastasia."
"You didn't have your former dominant and his henchmen glaring at you in a standoff. She had a giant knife in one hand..."
"It was a machete." Christian interrupts.
"The type of knife is not the goddamned point."
"No it's not. The point is that you could have died." He growls tears falling down his face.
"I know you were scared, I was too."
"What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't. I wasn't thinking at all, Christian. I didn't know who she was, I assumed since she has the same look all the fifteen and me had that she was am ex submissive."
"She was years ago, after we ended our contract she married and settled down. Then her husband died." He explains.
"She was heartbroken."
"Yes."
"That could have been me. If you didn't safe word, I would have left. I would have been broken. Like her. Completely lost."
"What am I going to do with you, Anastasia?" He pleads pulling me to his chest.
"Make love to me. And keep crazy women who are obsessed with you away for a while."