Christian's pov
I hate you..I truly hate you…
She shouts at me and starts running towards the light at the other end of the tunnel, leaving me in the dark.
Anastasia!
I wake up, startled. I take a minute to realize that I am not in my room. Last night's events come rushing into my pounding head. Elena, the whore, I fainted, Ana!
I am made aware of the fact that my hands are tied at my back, fuck!
Who the fuck dared to do that! How the fuck did I lose consciousness!
I go through everything that I had done last night. And then it hits me. Elena!
That mother-fucking bitch! I am sure it was her because when I carried the bottle in, Ana's hands were tied behind her. Ana!
Was she really in the room last night? Was it actually her? But how in the name of god is this possible? She is living somewhere else with Jose, possibly making babies with him. Fuck! The thought burns my insides.
Yes! She was never here. I remember her, slapping me and then talking to me. She said that she hated me and she said.. fuck man! What did she say! I can't remember a thing. I know that I am being delusional. It was just a dream, a nightmare like the ones I have been getting every night since that day.
The door opens and Taylor steps in.
His passive expression changes from shock to worry to mirth to passive. Yes, of course he finds it funny.
" Sir, good morning", he says trying to control his laughter.
My head is pounding really hard, so I decide not to shout at him for this infarction.
"Come and get me out of this Taylor", I order him in a cold voice.
"Yes sir"
He uses his i-am-Taylor-i-know-everything technique and I am free.
I feel a sudden urge to pee and hurry to the washroom after asking Taylor to get the car ready.
My head hurts real bad and everything around me looks blurry.
After emptying my bladder I flush the toilet. A weird sucking sound in the toilet catches my attention.
Fuck no! Someone has flushed a leather thing and a ball gag in it. Today is definitely not my day. And I am not picking it up.
I turn to find myself facing a large mirror.
The right side of my face has a red handprint on it! I touch it absentmindedly. Ouch! It smarts.
Bad day, I told you.
And now I know for sure that it was not a dream and that Ana was truly here with me last night.
The clicking of heels against the floor breaks the chain of my thoughts.
Elena steps in the washroom. She looks like she has run a marathon. And she is wearing Ana's dress!
Oh my god! Was it? No, I remember the powder blue eyes, the face, the hair and the slap. I feel a sudden surge of anger at her. She has mixed something into my drink. That bitch!
She looks all sweaty. Maybe she has been fucking. A very disturbing thought increases my headache. Was she fucking me? I try to feel my nether regions and discard the thought immediately. No it must be someone else.
"Christian, sweetheart are you okay", she coos, breaking my internal monologue.
I really want to thrash her head against the wall right now.
" Do I look okay, Elena?", I say trying but failing to control my temper. She gazes at me, taken aback by my outburst.
Obtuse bitch!
" Christian I… I don't know.. what happened. You look so disturbed"
" Oh really! I will tell you what happened! Come here", I shout at her. Grabbing her hand, I walk her out of the washroom.
I search for the wine bottle on the bedside table, but with no success. Where did it go?
"Where is the bottle Elena?"
"Which bottle?"
"The one in which you mixed something! Roofie maybe?"
"I didn't! I don't know what you are talking about!", she tries to look innocent but her face defies her.
"Shut the fuck up! And spit out the truth! Or else I have my ways.", I threaten her.
"Okay fine! I am sorry. I mixed a bit of sleeping drugs in it to knock you out for a while.", she says in a shaky voice.
"And what for possible reasons Elena?", I ask sardonically.
" I wanted to have..to show you what you were missing", she stammers.
I take a deep breath to control my anger.
"Where is the bottle and why are you wearing this dress?" I ask her in a cold voice.
"I really don't know that, I swear", she mutters, all confused. This time, I know that she is telling the truth.
Her confused expression suddenly changes to the one of shocks.
"Oh my god! That bottle and this dress! I know what has happened!", she nearly jumps up as realization hits her.
She continues her monologue.
" The whore last night, must have taken the bottle after you fainted. Then she must have hit me to take my dress. That is why my cash is missing from my purse. That bitch!", she exclaims.
Oh my god! If she is telling the truth, Ana must have done this to escape from the hotel.
After seeing Elena's wound and the bottle in the toilet downstairs, I feel like I have solved the puzzle.
Ana pov
" Pull over", i say and taxi stops near a telephone booth with a screech.
I request the driver to wait for me because I know that I might not get another in this dead of night.
I enter the booth and close my eyes, trying to remember the number which I knew so well.
My mother's phone number.
I push a coin into the box and dial the number with shaking hands.
After ten long years, I will be able to hear her voice. Jose had never let me come near a phone since the last time I tried to contact my family behind his back.
The ring goes on and on and on. I can feel my heart thumping a franctic tattoo in my chest. Pick it up mom, please.
" Hello", a soft female voice answers.
" Hi … mm.. May I speak to Carla Steele?"
" Carla? I am afraid dear. No one with that name lives here".
Oh fuck no!
" Okay sorry". I murmur and hang up.
I want to cry. Has mom changed her number?
Then a horrible thought comes to my mind. Is she..
Oh no please don't let her be dead!
I try to remember another number.
Christian? Fuck no.
Kate? Oh yes.
I dial Kate, silently praying for her to pick up the phone.
" Hello?", a male voice says. I immediately recognize that voice which is just like it was ten years ago, only a little heavier. Elliot!
Oh my god! What if he tells Christian? Should i put my trust in him? No I don't think so.
" Can I speak to Katherine Kavanaugh? " I say trying to mimic a high pitch voice.
" May I know who is this?"
Oh hell!
" Emily Parker", I say remembering the name of a common friend we had in school.
" Kate come. There is some Emily on the phone", I hear him shout.
I hear a bit of hustle and bustle.
" Hello, Emily?" Kate's voice fills the receiver.
The tears I have been holding back, finally roll down my face. My best friend!
" Kate..", I say with a choked voice.
For two seconds I don't hear any voice and uncanny fear grips my throat.
" Kate are you there?"
" Ana, oh my god! Is it you?"
" Yes Kate. It is me".
" Oh my god! My fucking god! Where the fuck have you been?", she shouts in the phone. I can sense her tears through her choked voice.
In the next ten minutes I tell her everything that has happened with me.
" Oh lord! That fucking Jose! That fucking douche bag!", she says in a deadly voice that is capable of raising hell.
Then I hear her shout at someone in the room.
"Your brother is a mother-fucking son of a bitch!"
For the first time in years, I really smile. True friends do that to you.
" Ana listen to me..", she says.
And I do what she asks me to do.
Christian's pov
Yes it is me. Fucking me! loved you Chris. So much! waited. Letter.. Jose ? You turn into such a monster! I truly hate you!"
Fuck! I don't remember everything she said. I remember her mentioning something about that Jose. She called me a monster!
I will show you a monster baby!
But why did she do what she did? Why would she risk her life like this?
I have to find this Jose! I have to find her. Period.
I have to make her pay. I want her to feel the pain she had made me feel! She deserves it! No less.
Christian's pov
Ring ring ring… goes the phone, as I silently wait for Montgomery to pick it up. My mind is stuffed with so many questions that I almost find it difficult to think. Probably I will go insane in a few hours.
I had forced Elena to give me the number of the agency which is probably owned by Jose. In fact I am sure as fuck that it is owned by Jose. Welch's background check can't be that wrong.
Welch has told me that he has gotten information about someone with the name Joseph .
I hope it is Jose!
Finally Montgomery picks up the phone.
" Sir", he says in a clipped tone.
"Have you clicked any pictures of Joseph yet?", I ask him.
"Yes sir. Our men spotted him in a bar just an hour ago. I will email you his picture right now sir".
"Good. Keep following him." I hang up.
Within a minute my phone pings. I open the email and the bastard's face pops up in my screen.
Mother fucking son of a bitch!
It is not Joseph, it is that bloody Jose. He still has the same disgusting and cringe worthy face.
And he owns a fucking whore house. Suddenly a malicious idea pops up in my head.
I will screw him. Fuck him over and over, finish him!
I pick up my phone to dial another number.
Jose's pov
I chug down the vodka in one go. I feel it burn my insides as it makes its way into my stomach.
But this burn is nothing compared to the burn I feel right now.
Anastasia! That bitch, she ran away. What if she tells the cops about me! I don't want to go to jail.
I will have to stop her!
Sending her to Grey was the biggest mistake of my life. And why am I being so certain that she ran away?
Maybe that Grey is keeping her locked away somewhere. Maybe he killed her! I hope that it is the case. I don't want her to reach the cops.
I feel my phone buzz. It's Andrew, my cousin.
"Jose! Where the fuck are you? We are officially fucked! Someone has screwed our business. Our joint bank account has been drained. The cops have seized our whore house. Even our house has been seized. I hope you have begging bowls! I am going away with whatever money I have. The police are after us! Bye need to go!", He completes his monologue in a hurry and hangs up.
I feel pain equivalent to the one felt when every bone in the body breaks.
I feel the urge to thrash everything around me. I want to kill that Grey! But before that I want to kill Ana! And I will kill her if she is not dead yet.
I just need to find her before the cops find me.
I drop my phone in the nearest water body I find.
After two days
My new phone buzzes.
"Jerry, any news?", I ask.
"Yes Jose, I have spotted her in a hotel in Portland. I will send you the address", Jerry says.
"Thank you so much brother", I tell him and hang up.
Finally after two long days of anxiety and anger, I get her.
1 0' clock at night I reach the worn out hotel where Ana is staying. I climb up the deserted stairs that take me to the fourth floor. The broken doors remind me of a black and white horror movie.
This means that she is definitely not with Grey! I smile at the thought. If I didn't get her, no one will.
I hope that he still loves her. I want him to feel the pain of losing the thing you love the most. He didn't get her then, he won't get her now.
I find the door numbered 404. The door is locked from inside. I take out the door cutting axe like machine that I have brought with myself. Probably the sound of it will wake Ana up, but this is the 4th floor, she won't be able to climb down the window, if any.
I start to cut the door (around the lock), thinking of all the good things I will do to her once I am inside. I grin at the thought. I feel myself getting hard.
After a minute or two, the door opens. Time to collect the prize!
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I am turned around and whammed against the wall beside the door.
Angry eyes look down at me. Shit!
" You mother fucker! What the fuck are you doing here?" the man growls at me.
The face is familiar, but I am unable to place where I saw it.
Another well-built man comes to me and snatches my bag pack. Asshole.
He fishes out the duct tape and roofee I had brought. Well double shit.
The an pinning me to the wall looks at the contents and then whips his head back at me. Now he looks thousand times angrier.
" You were trying to kidnap Ana! Weren't you?"He says gritting his teeth at me.
I would be lying if I said that I am not afraid right now. He thrashes me against the wall once more and keeps his forearm pressed against my neck, cutting off my oxygen supply partially.
" Tell me!" He shouts, increasing the pressure on my neck.
"I… I..who are you?"I croak.
He looks taken aback at the question.
" I am Christian Grey. Don't you recognize me Jose? " Oh my god!
I am officially screwed right now. What in the name of god is this asshole doing here!
Well I am going to defeat him in his own game.
" I will tell you everything just release me", I croak.
Grey releases me and I fill my lungs with precious air.
"I wasn't here to kidnap Ana. I understand that these things with me might make you think otherwise but trust me I love her. My wife and I had an awful argument just a week ago. And you see, she is very impulsive. So she walked out on me and since then I am trying to bring her back. I am here to take her back. These things with me are just the alternatives. Because Ana always resorts to self harm when she is angry. And I can't imagine life without her." I stifle a fake sob.
I can see his angry expression change to the one of sadness.
" And why do you own a whore house Jose? Don't tell me that you make your wife whore around for money even after loving her so much. BECAUSE I WON'T BUY IT!" He shouts at me.
"How do you thing we get money for a decent meal? WE own a whore house. And what do mean by saying that Ana goes whoring around?" I try to look nonchalant.
"Don't you know that your beloved wife came to me three nights before?" He asks all smug faced.
"What! She went to you? Oh my god! She must have learnt that you are rich. She has always been a gold digger" , I wear a yeah-that-happens-all-the-time expression.
Now he looks really hurt. Good.
He steps away from me and looks in the direction of the door.
" You say that she is inside?"
I nod in response.
He pushes the door open without any preamble and walks in. His partner takes his place and holds me against the wall.
In a few seconds he returns back, looking like a man possessed.
He grabs the front of my shirt and lifts me off my feet against the wall.
"Where the fuck is she?" He growls.
Oh no she is gone!
Anastasia pov
I wake up with a start. I blink my eyes in the dimly lit room. I can't place it at once, but the memories come rushing back into my mind within a second, leaving me with a dull ache in my heart.
I am startled by the commotion I hear outside.
You were trying to kidnap Ana! Weren't you?"
Oh my god I know that voice! Chris-Christian is here!
Tell me!
He shouts and I nearly jump off the bed. Man! He surely can scare the fuck out of someone.
"I… I..who are you?"
I hear another voice. Jose! Oh my god! What is he doing here?
I have to get out of here.
I pull in my jeans and overcoat ( that I bought with the money I took from Miss. Lincoln).
I stuff the left over money in my pocket and I am done.
I climb down the fire exit stairs, once again thanking its maker.
I look at the two cars outside the hotel. Of them one is an Audi R8, which I assume is Christian's because the other one is Jose's.
I sincerely hope that Jose has left the key in the car. I peek into the Volkswagen through the window. Nah! No such luck.
I walk towards Christian's car. I know that it is next to impossible that he has left his car open, but still I want to try my luck. The windows of the car are tinted black and I can't see through them, of course! I try the door, but it won't budge. SOB!
I scan the road, but it is completely deserted.
Just at the moment I contemplate of going and surrendering myself to my lovers( just kidding) , something on the ground catches my eyes.
Oh my god it is a key!
I pick it up and try it on the Audi. Click Click! It opens.
I jump up and down in excitement! The asshole must have dropped the key by mistake. I step into the car and the smell of familiar cologne hits my nose. Once again I am made aware of the dull ache in my heart.
I stab the key in the ignition and the car roars back to life.
The key chain dangling from the ignition catches my attention.
It says 'fuck you'.
Yeah! Same pinch.
Catch me if you can Grey!
I drive off.
Man! This car is surely expensive.
I take out the cheap phone I had purchased earlier. I call Kate.
She answers in the first ring.
" Yes Babe"
"Kate! Christian and Jose got here. I stole Christian's car and I am running out of ideas here. So help me!"
I say in one breath.
" Oh Shit! I was going to call you but never mind. Elliot is leaving for New York in a few hours. You are always welcome here. I will text you the address".
Many kilometers later
Buzz goes the bell. I hear the clicking of the locks inside and the door flies open.
Kate!
She looks just the way she looked 10 years earlier, just a little older and a lot sexier. I can tell that she has undergone a silicone breast implant, just like she had told me she would.
Her strawberry blond hair is tied up in a messy bun and her beautiful face lights up like Christmas. Tears fill into her eyes and she pulls me into a hug.
"Ana banana"
" Kate", I manage to say through my tears.
She pulls me into her house and locks the door behind us.
" I am sorry Ana. I am sorry that I couldn't save you", she sobs.
" I knew that you couldn't do anything so awful. Trust me! I tried to find you. I searched for you everywhere. Everywhere I could think of. But you weren't there. I stayed with your mom for a week to give her emotional support but dad… My father sent me away to study in Paris. He thought that I would run away too like you.
"I tried to fight my parents but they were adamant. I had to go unwillingly. And after I came back, it was too late." Another sob wrecks her body, as she continues to cry.
I look into her eyes and I know that she is telling the truth. Kate was never a good liar. She has always been straightforward and badass. I don't know if time has changed her too, like most people. But I do know that she is not lying about that.
I hug her again.
"It's okay Kate. I know that you have tried your best to find me. You don't need to apologize." I caress her back.
"This time I won't let anything to happen to you Ana", she says and I can sense the resolve in her voice.
" Kate, How's mom?" I ask her, though I don't want to hear her reply.
"Ana, Carla got a heart attack, a week after you were taken away. It left half of her body paralyzed. She can neither walk nor talk. Carrick paid for her medicine for a few years. After that Christian took her responsibility."
Mom! I feel the ache in my heart getting worse by the second. At least she is alive. But Carrick and Christian pay for her med. Since when did they become so philanthropic?
" I want to meet her Kate!" I tell her. Mom!
"No Ana! You can't do that! She still lives there. What if someone sees you! Carrick and Grace still live in the Grey house. What if they tell Grey about this! We need to talk to him first, tell him the truth." She shouts at me.
Yeah maybe she is right. I sigh.
" Does she live alone?" I enquire.
"No Christian has appointed a full time nurse for her. Her name is Rita. I have met her. She is good. Don't worry", she replies.
Oh thank god!
"Would you like a drink?" Kate asks.
" Yeah."
I am in need of one.
The amber liquid calms my mind as I relax into the couch.
"Where did you park Grey's car? Don't tell me that you parked it outside my house! Because he will know then. They all have trackers in their cars!" Kate panics.
"Kate I am not that naïve! I parked it about one kilometer away from your house, near a deserted park. Then I picked up a rock lying nearby and did a little makeup on the car. Didn't break anything, just scratches, I swear. Then I hailed a taxi" , I burst into laughter.
Kate looks at me like I have grown two heads.
"Don't tell me it was Audi R8 Spyder on which you tested your awful makeup skills?" Kate asks, all pale faced.
" Sure it was. And my makeup skill are not awful!" I try to look hurt.
"Jesus! Ana! It is Christian's favorite car. Elliot has borrowed most of his cars except that one. Christian is extremely possessive about it. You have some nerve girl!" Kate tries to make a face but ends up laughing.
Kate turns her body, facing me.
"So, have you thought what you are going to do now? You clearly need a job. Jeez Ana! You have a future!" She says, all serious-faced.
" I don't know Kate. I don't have enough qualifications for a job. I know that I can complete my studies now, but that would take time. That is what I don't have." I feel a sudden urge to snap each bone in Jose's body. A single tear runs down my left cheek.
"Hey babe! Don't worry. We will think of something. Now that you are back, everything is going to be great again." Kate says tapping my back.
I rest my head against her shoulder and think about all the good things that might have happened to me if I hadn't been kidnapped.
I would have had a job that would have paid me enough to have a two-storey house with a small garden. I would have lived there with my mom, my two children and my husband. Christian! The now- familiar pang returns with full force. I succumb to my tears.
I am running down the lobby of the hotel. The cold air of the lobby chills me to the bones through the skimpy clothing I am in.
" Anastasia, wait".
Someone shouts after me. I don't listen, I don't stop. I am too scared to do that.
Then I feel a hand on my shoulder that stops me on my track. I am turned back to face a tall angelic man, Christian.
I smile at him, but his beautiful face is marred with anger. He pushes me on the floor. It's then that I notice, he has a whip in his hand. He raises his hand and cracks the whip down on me. I pinned under his gaze, unable to move a muscle. The whip tears open my skin and blood gushes out from the wound.
He lands his whip on me, again and again, without a pause. The lobby gets filled with his laughter and the floor with my blood.
I wake up with a start. Thank fuck! It was a dream.
I am drenched with sweat. In the pin drop silence of the guest room, I can hear the erratic thumping of my heart. The dream felt so real. It would have been real, if the drink wasn't there. This is what I get for my irrational love for him. I should never have waited for him. I fall back on the bed, crying.