The police came and went pretty quickly. Thankfully due to the Grey name, the police had no problem with ruing it off as self-defense and domestic violence without any further questions. Carrick and Christian do most of the talking while I just sit there and answer any questions directed towards me. In the kitchen area, police and investigators take pictures of everything and work on cleaning up the scene.

I look over at the clock on the TV stand. It's almost two in the morning. Everything feels so surreal right now. I'm so tired and numb I don't know how I'm still functioning. Christian sits beside me on the edge of the couch with one hand on my back and the other around a glass of bourbon. "We're almost done, baby." He leans down and whispers in my ear.

I don't say anything, but I nod my head and stare off into the room. I should feel happy now that Kevin is out of my life forever. I shouldn't feel all this…guilt that I'm feeling right now. I mean, I just killed a man. I literally had his blood on my hands. And I'm supposed to be okay with that?

"All right Mr. Grey, Miss Steele," The police officer stands up to shake our hands. "We have everything we need. We'll let you rest now, but we'll stay in touch."

"Thank you, sir." Christian shakes hands. "My father will show you gentlemen out." I stay sitting on the couch while everyone files out of the penthouse. The elevator closes and a heavy silence falls around me. "Ana?" Christian walks over and kneels down in front of me. "You look exhausted, sweetheart."

"My head feels like it's going to explode, Christian." My pulse throbs at my temples and pounds at the base of my neck.

"I know, babe. I think we're both pretty shot right now." He stands and moves his hands up to my shoulders, kneading gently. "Now, everything is cleaned up in the kitchen, but I understand if you don't want to sleep here tonight. I have a suite booked at the Heathman if you'd rather stay there."

"I don't care. I just want to go to bed right now." My eyes begin to sting with tears. My entire body aches.

"Okay then we'll just stay here and go back to our room. You're in no shape to travel right now anyway." He leans down and picks me in his arms, making his way through the apartment. Once we're in the room he sets me down on my feet next to the bed. "Let me just get you some new clothes."

"No I'm fine. I just want to sleep."

He looks down at me with a frown. "Ana, honey, you have blood on your shirt."

I glance down and sure enough a few drops of red are scattered around my front. Without thinking I reach down and rip the shirt off and throw it across the room. The tears start falling hot and wet down my face.

"Shh, Ana." Christian is there in seconds with his arms around me. "Everything will be okay. It's over." He murmurs into my hair. We stay like that for a few minutes until my head sinks further into his chest and my eyes feel like bricks. "Let's get you into bed now." He turns me around and helps me climb into the large bed. He pulls the thick covers over me and turns off the lights, leaving the room pitch black. Once my head hits the pillow my body sighs in relief. "Here, Ana, take this real quick for me."

I feel Christian place two small tablets at my lips. I open and take a drink out of the glass he has waiting for me. "So tired." I mumble into the blankets.

"That will help your headache and allow you to sleep better." He sighs and snuggles in next to me. I feel so bad. Christian is also exhausted himself and yet he's here doing everything for me.

"I'm so sorry, Christian. I love you so much."

"I know, Ana. I love you, too. Now sleep for me." The last thing I feel is his soft lips press against my forehead before my brain finally shuts off.