Chapter 3
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Alcohol, rage and adrenaline, my friends is not a good combination. I am somehow managing my composure. I want to make sure Ana is ok. We haven't had our dinner and I am not comfortable with that thought. Once we are in my apartment I show Ana to the guest room. She mumbles out a thank you and disappears inside. I wonder what Ana will wear. There are some clothes which were for the subs. But no, I cant let Ana wear those. I sigh to myself as I realize I am picking up a pair of my freshly laundered shorts and t-shirt for her. This girl is trouble. Leaving Taylor a message to buy Ana some toiletries and fresh clothes, I head out to Ana's room. I knock on the door and there is no reply. Its unlocked. I take a peek inside to see if Ana has slept already. I find her sitting on the bed, hugging her knees and she is lost in some distant thought. Atleast she is not crying anymore. I find myself in a strange situation. I don't know what to do, I am utterly clueless. I leave after putting the clothes beside her. She looks up at me and nods a thank you. I return with two glasses of water and some salad which I find in the fridge. " You need to eat and drink this water. Ana you need to change." She finishes the water and pushes the salad away gently to my side. "Ana, is there something you need to talk about. You can tell me." She looks at me and gives me a tiny tired smile. "I am not hungry Christian. You need to sleep. I am super" she is giving me a thumbs up, but her eyes are sad. I am not going to take that answer. " Something is wrong and I know. You looked so scared. There is something on your mind Ana." She pauses and I see her making an attempt. "its nothing Grey, now go!" She picks up my clothes and gets up to leave. I know something is terribly wrong. Those sad eyes remind me of my own ghosts.
Shit! Its unbearable. I want to help her. I want to know what is eating her. I grab her hand and stand facing her. "Ana what that guy did was pathetic. He was a prick to grab your ass. But Ana why are you so sad? Its painful to see your eyes so sad. Ana! No. Why are you ashamed. Jesus! Ana. It wasn't your fault. What happened Ana." I am practically begging now. My voice is urgent. I don't want to scare her but I cant control myself. I can see she is ashamed. Oh Ana! No. She freezes as she hears my words. Her eyes turn stone cold. She steps back , releasing herself from my hands. She goes back to staring at the wall. That's all she does for a couple of minutes , stands still staring at the wall. I cant move an inch. I am worried I have scared her. She speaks finally, still looking away from me.
"Come here Ana baby, Uncle Gary wants to play. Ana has been a very naughty girl. Ana has been a bad girl. Uncle Gary likes naughty Ana. Come sit in my lap baby. No baby ,don't make a sound. Daddy will be very angry with you, he will punish you. No ANA! DON'T SHOUT! Let uncle Gary play! Now open your mouth Ana. Good girl Ana. Now don't say a thing to anyone or else your daddy will be very angry. Uncle Gary likes Ana."
Fuck! I feel my skin crawl. She is still standing there, frozen. Her eyes are devoid of any emotion. How the fuck can someone do this! I am so fucking angry. How could anyone be so demented to do this. Now my entire body is in auto mode. I rush towards her and hold her. She lets out a cry at my touch. I don't let go. I hold her even closer. "Ana, its me. I am not going to hurt you." She is cold. Very cold. I take her closer and her stone cold eyes meet mine. "Ana, it wasn't your fault. Ana look at me. I will find that asshole and make him pay for this. Ana! Listen to me. It wasn't your fault. It was not your fault. I am sorry it happened. It wasn't your fault." I have tears in my eyes. I rest my forehead on hers. "It wasn't my fault?" her voice is full of innocence. I look at her, her eyes are now sad again. "No Ana. It wasn't your fault" her shaking fingers are attempting to wipe my tears. "Christian, I want some water please" I move out to get her some water. I am standing by the fridge, trying to comprehend what just happened. I am so fucking pissed. I close my eyes and I see a vision of him, that pimp who would use me like I am his ashtray. I have tears again. I am feeling so fucking helpless all over again. I feel Ana by my side. She takes my face and looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are talking to me again. They know how fucked up I feel. They feel my pain. She asks me to step aside. I look away and try to gain some composure. I go to my room to wash my face. I change my clothes and I feel some strength back in me. I move out to the kitchen and I find Ana holding a jam sandwich with a candle on top of it. She gives me a sad smile. "it is your birthday Grey. Make a wish!"