Chapter Twenty One
Reminder: this is FanFiction not fact I'm taking liberties with science.
I apologise for any mistakes, I wrote this chapter in the car and posted it using my phones wifi.
I wake up with a pressing in my bladder, with Christian wrapped around me like a vine. I take my pillow to move in my place so I can get up without disturbing Christian. After finishing in the bathroom I decide to get a glass of water, my mouth feels dry. I've barely made it out of the bedroom when I hear a moaning, I grin when I realise it's Christian moaning. Once I've had a glass of water, I'll wake him up in the most delicious way I know how.
My face falls when I realise it isn't a good type of moaning, then I hear the shrieks, nails on a chalk board. His pain I can hear with every millisecond like a dagger to my heart, which is beating so fast I fear my ribs may break.
"MOM, MOM, MOMMY PLEASE." He screams, I get to the side of the bed the covers are on the floor, how naked body dripping with sweat.
"Christian, baby wake up. Christian." I whisper, into his ear not wanting to get too close in case he begins to thrash around.
"Christian. It's just a nightmare love." I continue, he's stopped moving but is still moaning and crying. I place my hand on his cheek stroking him lightly.
"Christian." I once again whisper.
"Ana!" He breathes his arms reaching for me, I slide in the bed next to him. He pulls me on top of him, hugging me tightly.
"What was your nightmare about?" I tentatively ask.
"My mother." He shortly replies, I'd figured that out when he screamed mom.
"Grace, or your birth mother?" I ask
"My birth mother."
"What happened?"
"She was lying on the floor, cold and still, she had been there for hours, it wasn't unusual she would usually black out for a couple of hours once the crack had worn off. This time she didn't wake up, I covered her in my blankie. After a day I was starving, I usually went a few days at a time without food apart from a few peas. This time Id only had a few peas to eat for about three days. I had gotten used to rationing them, she hadn't moved at all for one of those days. Then her pimp came, he had a key, I heard him so I hid in a cupboard but I could see him. He kicked her, again and again, he did that to wake her up she usually did. This time she didn't. He called her a worthless cunt, then said he hoped the kid died too then left. I went to the freezer to get some frozen peas, it was all we had. I had one, then tried to force the last three into her mouth. I didn't want her to be hungry. There wasn't any food left, we stayed there for two more days. I slept close to her, hoping she would wake up. She never did. I tried to keep her warm, she just became colder. We were eventually found when the police forced the door down, I heard the banging. I thought the pimp had forgotten his key, I stayed with her this time. I laid on top of her, I wanted to protect her from him. I slept on top of her, so she would be warmer, it just made me hurt more. Loads of them came charging in, I can't remember much else." He confesses tears streaming down his face. I get off of the bed picking up the covers.
"Get up." I command, sitting myself against the headboard. "Come here sweetheart." I open my arms to him he rushes to me his head on my breasts, leaning against me, the heart wrenching sobs break me. I stroke his hair, running my hands up and down his arms. I pull the covers over us so they're up to his neck keeping him warm.
"I've got you baby, I'm so so sorry." I say kissing the top of his head. His arms wrap around me like a vice. I continue stroking his hair, his arms, kissing his head. My poor broken man.
"I'll always be here, Christian. Always. I'll never leave you." I vow.
"I love you, Anastasia." He says between sobs.
"I love you too, Christian." Finally his sobs subside and he falls asleep. I don't have the heart to wake him to move so I carefully pull a pillow behind my back and close my eyes.
For once I wake up before Christian, I take a moment to hold him tighter. He truly is fifty shades of fucked up, and I love every one of those shades. I lightly stroke his cheek, his morning stubble is rough. I kiss the top of his head, praying I don't wake him as I reach for my phone.
Would you mind bringing us breakfast in bed? I text Gail
Of course, what would you like?
French toast, bacon and fruit salad? So I can share it with Christian.
I'll bring it as soon as it's ready. Tea for you, coffee for Mr Grey?
Yes please.
Fifteen minutes later there's a light tap at the door.
"Come in Gail." I say, my hands covering Christians ears. She smiles indulgently at us, places the breakfast tray on the closest bedside table and leaves with a grin. Thanking myself for keeping my pills in the bedside table so I remembered every morning. Dr Greene said that because it will take a few days for my IUD to take proper effect I need to take my pill every day for the next three days to make sure I'm covered.
"Christian, breakfast is here." I whisper into his ear stroking his hair.
"Anastasia." He mumbles, his hand moving to my breast.
"I'm here baby, so is breakfast." I take a strawberry from the bowl running it lightly across his lips, he bites down on it licking his lips. He looks up at me sleepily, before smiling the blush across his cheeks betraying his embarrassment.
"How are you feeling?" I ask kissing his nose.
"I don't know."
"Why don't you have some breakfast." I suggest having a bite of French toast, dipping it in the maple sauce.
"Why are we eating in bed?" He asks having a sip of his coffee.
"Because sometimes you just need breakfast in bed." I reply with a grin.