A note from the author: First, I would like to say thank you to all the people who have favourited and followed Unbreakable Love and left me meaningful reviews; you are all great! Secondly, I want to address all the trolls who leave me hateful reviews. If you have nothing constructive to add, feel free to hit the back button and exit my story. To the Guest who wrote ":Rolling my eyes here. Same old same old, this has been done so many times. Nothing new here. Waist of time", I am so sorry you felt that my story was a "waist" of your time. It is too bad that you didn't waste your time on something more useful like studying the dictonary; that way you would be able to insult my writing with proper spelling.

Thirdly, I would like to note that this chapter will contain some explicit language as it is Christian talking.

Bish :)

Chapter Six: Awaken

Christians P.O.V

I look down at my fists that are resting on my legs in front of me; they are bloody and swollen. They hurt, but it's a good hurt. I welcome the pain as it is a distraction from the pain inside me. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known there was something else going on when the security team was reporting back to me about Ana's destructive behavior. I cannot believe I could have missed such a huge occurrence in her life.

I rise from the leather chair I have come to rest in and pace the small white office. I was so caught up in my own miserable existence when Ana walked away that I overlooked everything. I had actually believed all the ruinous habits she had picked up were due to not being with me anymore. How self absorbed could one be? She could not be with the infamous brunette spanking billionaire anymore, so she resorted to drowning her sorrows in beers and cigarettes. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I feel physically ill as I continue to pace the room, as if I am an animal caged up and about to attack as soon as provoked. I stop beside the side table and palm a lamp, hurling it towards the wall in front of me. It shatters into little pieces on the floor, releasing only a miniscule amount of the anger inside of me. I could have prevented this if only I knew what was going on. I should have been there for her when she really needed me.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with me!" I scream as I punch the same wall that was just assaulted by the ugly powder blue lamp. I keep punching, once twice three times more; picturing that scum Jack Hyde's face that I bashed in only a half an hour prior. The rat was petrified when he answered the door at his shitty little apartment.

"Christian Grey..." He sputtered out my name as he stumbled further back into the room. He knew exactly why I was there and what was going to happen next. I hit him again and again until Taylor and Elliot finally ripped me off of him as I growled "I will kill you Hyde, I am going to fucking ruin you!" Thankfully Taylor was competent enough at his job to be able to persuade Hyde into not pressing any charges against me or calling the police.

"Christian!" Flynn's voice draws me from my reverie. He is standing a few steps away from me, his hands up in front of him and his voice isn't the calming tone I usually hear. I unclench my fists and walk towards the leather armchair; as I do he steps back dropping his hands and depositing himself in his own chair across from me. I do not believe he has ever seen me in such a state; but he does his best not to react adversely towards me.

"Are you ready to talk about what happened?" His question catches me off guard slightly. I do not believe I will ever truly be ready to talk about what happened, but I try my best anyways. For Ana, I tell myself as I begin to disclose the events that lead to what occurred tonight. I will do this for Ana.