Chapter Ten

Ana's P.O.V

I woke up to a pounding headache; the usual after a night of heavy drinking, but this was worse. I rubbed my eyes trying to focus on my surroundings and recall the events from last night. Everything came back in bit and pieces, my head pounded trying to put those pieces back together. Rolling out of the bed I groaned; the alarm clock read 12:30 and two pills were left on the night stand with a glass of water that read "Take me." Ughhhh

I stepped off the bed and stretched, my muscles aching after being manhandled by Leila. I shivered at the thought of her name as I made my way into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I turned on the shower and let the water run as I stripped from the t-shirt and panties I must have been put to bed in. I cringed as I looked at my reflection; bruises had formed on the tops of my arms where Leila's hands had been, and my eyes were dark and puffy from crying. The look of me was enough for the tears to fall once again until I was eventually sobbing to myself in the bathroom.

I could hear Christian's bedroom door opening and closing and the sound of footsteps coming towards the bathroom door that I was now sitting with my back against with my head in my hands. The thought of talking to Christian now, sober, and after everything that he now knows, made my heart race. I stood quickly and awkwardly with my hands against the door as if to stop him from entering, although I knew he was only checking up on me.

"Anastasia, are you alright?" He was on the other side of the door, so close; his voice was loud. I wiped my eyes and backed away from the door. Come on Anastasia, get a grip.

"I'm okay, be out in a few," I called back with a forced smile on my face. Why are you pretending to smile, he can't even see you.

"I will wait for you in the bedroom," he answered. Fuck, he's waiting for me.

Christian's P.O.V

I had let Anastasia sleep in my bed last night. I had a lot of planning to do for the upcoming days and wanted her close to me, just in case she woke and needed someone there. Although I didn't sleep for long, the sleep I did get when I laid beside her was peaceful. Her presence always calmed the demons inside me.

I woke before her, she looked so small and fragile in the king sized bed; the down comforters engulfing her tiny frame. I grabbed some Advil and a glass of water and left it beside the bed for when she woke. She would have a horrible hangover when she got up. I fixed her hair, moving it off of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead before quietly making my way from the room.

Ana slept for quite a while; as I expected she would after such a frightful night before. I heard the shower turn on around 12:30 and went to check on her.

I walked in my room and looked at the mussed up bedding and then towards the bedside table where I had left her some pills to take and some water. The pills were gone and the water drank. Good girl.

Making my way closer to the bathroom door I could hear soft cries coming from the other side. I felt uneasy; I didn't know whether I should go get the key and open the door to make sure she was alright, or leave the room and pretend as if I didn't hear anything. I chose to play it safe and ask if she was alright instead.

"I'm okay, be out in a few," was her reply. The words came out soft and shaky. She was not alright.

I couldn't bare to leave the room, I want to be here for her and comfort her. I laid my head against the door and took a deep breath before replying, " I will wait for you in the bedroom." My poor Ana.

I sat on the bed as I waited, idly checking emails from work when my blackberry buzzed with a call. Grace Trevelyan Grey the screen read. "Thanks for calling me back, I have a favor to ask of you.."