Chapter Eighteen
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Search: RED FanFic By 27Elliee
Monday 13th June 2011
I hear the click of the door shutting, I'm stood facing him he has a nasty grin on his face.
"I had plans for us in New York." He breathes his hand moving behind him to lock the door. Sawyer is stuck outside. My phone is at my desk. I'm alone with him.
"I'll still be at the expo." I say feigning confidence. I close my eyes trying to think back to all of the self defence Ray taught me. I'm the daughter of an ex marine, he isn't doing anything I don't want him to do. He used the time to move right in front of me, his breath smells of cigarettes, the rest of him smells like cheap cologne, I try to focus on the chatter of everyone outside working but all I can hear is my heartbeat thudding in my chest and his deep breaths, I can feel him breathing into my hair. He paws my breasts roughly, not the good rough Christian does. He then grabs me by the throat with one hand and pulling my blouse with the other. He doesn't stop ripping my clothes. My blouse is ripped to shreds, my bra is pulled from my body with ease. I'm stuck still. I can't move. I try to regulate my breathing, he pulls at my pants, the buttons rip but they don't fall like he wants. He paws my breast again.
"You're going to miss out on me this weekend. So I'll just enjoy you now, little whore." He snarls, I bite my lips to shut my mouth even more, it doesn't help. I can taste his cologne. My nose wrinkles in disgust.
"The silent type, well I'll find a way to make you scream." He boasts his right hand grabbing my breast, his left hand grabbing my crotch.
With my inner goddess cheering me on I ball my fists at my side and bring my knee to his crotch once. Then again. He's on the floor, I kick him once more.
"You bitch. You'll pay for that." He berates his breath laced with the sound of groaning pain.
"There's nothing to pay for. You're my boss, nothing else. I'll never be yours. I belong to someone else." I goad taking a step to the side, trying to distract him before I can make a break for the door.
"You should have been mine. Everything he has should have been mine. He owes me." He snarls. I need to keep him talking, if he moves just a little bit he could trip me over.
"Why?"
"They should have been my family. They should have picked me! He didn't even talk." I'm stunned for moments until I realise, he didn't even talk, my family, picked me.
"The Greys?" I make sense
"Yes. They should have picked me." He groans. Should I kick him again? No. I take another step.
"But they didn't. Whoever your family is picked you." Another two steps.
"No one wanted me." Another step.
"So now you're going to get yourself put into prison?" I goad.
"No one will believe you." Another step, nearly there.
"Haven't you heard that the best revenge is living well?" I smirk. I'm at the door, he reaches for his pocket. I turn away, fumbling to open the door. Then I hear it.
BANG
BANG is it raining? No. That's glass. I try to pull the lock but it's jammed.
BANG
BANG Sawyer! Sawyer is there. He kicks the door in pulling me out.
"Sir, you need to wait for the EMTs and police." Claire says rushing over, I fall into her arms a sobbing mess on my desk. Sawyer pulls the blazer from my desk chair and puts it over my shoulders covering my breasts.
"I've alerted Taylor, and Mr Grey." He assures his hand on my shoulder, I nod before burying my face in Claire's neck. I can't stop looking at Hyde's office, the two security guys are in there with Hyde.
"Why don't we go to the break room, or somewhere else?" Claire suggests her voice warm, she's holding me tight. It mirrors when Ray would hold me like this after school if I'd had a bad day.
"I don't think I can move." I sleepily reply. Moments later I can hear sirens all around us, before paramedics and police officers run in demanding answers.
"Close your eyes, ignore them. It'll be okay Ana. I've got you." Claire promises, I sigh deeply feeling almost completely safe. There are people all around us, everyone is talking in fast terrified tones remembering the almost carnage.
"Ana, the paramedics need to speak to you. They need to check you're okay, and the police need a statement." Sawyer regretfully informs me. I nod from Claire's neck before turning around, I pull myself up to sit on my desk properly.
"I'm detective Clark and this is John, he's a paramedic. Your security suggested we do this together so this goes quicker?" I nod thankful for Sawyer barely registering anything, Claire helps me sit on my desk chair so I can be more comfortable.
John snorts as I tell them about how I kicked Jack while he was down, when there's more of a commotion behind us. I look down at my hands in my lap, I know it can't be Hyde he was taken away in an ambulance with a police guard but I can't stop being scared.
"Anastasia." Its Christian.
"Who is this?" Detective Clark asks.
"My partner, Christian." I reply Christian is on his knees between my legs hugging me.
"Are you okay with him staying here while we question and examine you?"
"Yes."
Finally after what feels like hours I'm able to go home, I'm sure Christian bit through his tongue when the detective said pictures needed to be taken of my bruises and that my clothes were needed as evidence. Claire saved the day when she ran to her car and lent me a dress she kept with her just in case.
"What do you want, Anastasia?" Christian asks unshed tears in his eyes, his hands on my knees, I'm still at my desk chair.
"I don't know." I meekly reply, Claire's dress is loose, I feel disgusting.
"We're going home, you're going to have a shower, a snack, you're going to put something comfortable on, then we're going to go to our appointments, then we'll come home and order a pizza." Christian decides holding his hand out for me. I nod leaning forward kissing his hair.
"Ana, call me if you need anything." Claire sniffs kissing me on the cheek, I think she wants to hug me but Christian has a tight grip.
"You take care of her, Mr or no amount of security will protect you!" Claire declares pointing her finger at Christian, who tries to hide his smile but still nods.
"Ana!" Joy shouts rushing towards us. "They had us locked upstairs, there's rumours everywhere. Are you okay?" She rushes holding my face between her hands.
"Claire can tell you, I'm okay. Christian's taking me home." I nervously reply.
"Text me when you get home, look after yourself. We love you." She kisses my cheek before smiling at Christian and running to Claire.
"You've got good friends." Christian smiles as he clicks in my seatbelt.
"I'm a lucky woman." I smile my hand cradling his face.