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I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I don't know anything but fear.
"Ana! Thank god your okay!" Christian exclaims and for a second I think I see a flash of relief before it is swiftly overtaken by dread. Christian is slumped against the wall, chest heaving looking furious. The photo that I brought into the hospital when Christian was unconscious is smashed to pieces on the floor next to him. I notice the small blood dripping down my husbands cheek. This evil bastard must have thrown the photo and it's frame at him.
I am quite literally frozen. Malcolm backs towards the door past me, waving around his leverage the gun and pulls down the blind and locks the door. The curtains on the rooms window have already been closed.
"Seems somebody is speechless Mrs Grey?" Malcolm whispers. "Good, cause if you scream or start with that pathetic crying, I'll blow his brains out right now." I'm rooted to the spot, and my eyes meet Christian's. I can see a mixture of fear and anger. I can't lose him, not again. I already thought I had lost him once this week. Where is Taylor, the security? Christian pays them enough fucking money, this shouldn't be happened. This can't be happening. Maybe I'm dreaming and Christian will wake me up in a minute and tell me everything's okay.
Yes I have to be dreaming this can't be real.
"Leave my wife the fuck alone and let her go," Christian snarls and Malcolm turns his attention from me and to Christian for a moment.
I stupidly feel my pockets briefly for my phone but he sees me.
"I don't think so Mrs Grey, now hand it over." he says noticing my scrambling and I hesitate and look over at Christian. I know if I give it him, we are screwed, but I'm not exactly in a position to refuse. Christian would normally be prepared for this kind of thing. He has all sorts of clever gadgets for situations such as this, but not when he's in hospital. I look at my husband who I notice is looking very pale, and he nods encouraging me to do what he asks. I reach into my pocket and as I take it out I see fifteen missed calls flashing on my screen. Shit I had it on silent because I didn't want someone to wake me and Christian up when he desperately needs his sleep. Who has been calling me? I don't exactly have time to look so I hand it over. Malcolm drops it on the floor and crushes it with his foot. I see Christian shake his head.
"Christian," I whisper desperately looking at my husband. I can't physically describe how I feel. I'm so scared I feel numb.
"Baby, it's okay," he soothes but it does nothing to help, because I can see through his tough exterior and I know he's terrified. I know him better than anyone. "This fucker will get what's coming to him, I will ruin him" my husband hisses turning his head to look at Malcolm.
"Now, Now, Christian Grey. What did I say about that attitude. It doesn't get you anywhere," he tuts in a horrible sarcastic tone. Is he enjoying this? This man is clearly very sick. What does he want from us?
"Bastard," Christian states pushing himself up against the wall and that's when I notice his arm is bleeding too. He must of put his arms up to protect himself from the glass smashing. I can't take my eyes off that gun. He's twizzling it around in his fingers a little, but still pointing it at Christian. Is he bluffing? Will he actually do it? Then I remember the reason we are in the hospital in the first place. My husband was shot and this man clearly means business.
"Where's Taylor? " I ask timidly looking between my husband and this evil man. I'm having horrible visions of him being dead somewhere. I hope to god not. Taylor is the only one who I trust to get us out of this.
He laughs and Christian growls. "They are saving you of course," Malcolm snickers. "Well...so they think. Christian here played right into my hands just as I thought he would." I am so confused. I don't understand what he means. Saving me? What is this man even talking about.
"What?" I mutter in tears.
"You see, I am more than aware that Mr Grey here doesn't think clearly when it comes to his precious Ana and he was more than willing to order Taylor and his team away when he thought you were in danger," he snarls.
"But I'm right here, I was just in the café. I lost track of time." I mutter quietly.
"Baby, I was just about to send Taylor to get you and he got a radio call from a member of the security team saying that they had just seen someone bundle you unconscious into a car. I was terrified, I thought they had you." I can see the fear in his eyes. So that explains his relief when he saw me. Not that this is any better of a situation for us to be in though. "We tried to call and you didn't answer. I made Taylor leave and take everyone. I'm so sorry Ana, I thought they had you," he says softly but he looks broken. "I'm sorry." My heart is breaking for us.
"I heard it all Mrs Grey. It was quite the performance, Grey here was screaming his fucking head off. I don't know how they put up with working for such a bastard. They all ran down the corridor like the pied fucking piper," Malcolm snickers and I can feel myself shaking.
"I made Taylor go and I was coming myself, then this bastard came in with that," Christian looks furious, I dread to think what his blood pressure might be.
"Ana, if only you could have seen it. It was pitiful. The poor bastard was practically crying in pain trying to throw on a t-shirt to try and come save his precious wifey. Left himself completely unprotected," Christian is breathing heavily and I can see the fury in his face.
"Why would our security, say someone had me?" I whimper. Are they corrupt?
"Smart question Mrs Grey, you taught her well Christian," Malcolm hisses. "Well lets just say one of your security isn't very well right now. Dead more like. Got one of my brothers to take his place and use their radio to send you dumb fuckers into a panic. As soon as anyone hears a word that little Ana is in danger, logic goes out the window. You lot don't think. All we needed was a little brunette willing to make some quick money who looks a little like Ana here, and boom. Plan in action. I'm sure your security will have caught up with the car by now and have noticed that Ana , is in fact not Ana. You see we know more about your family than you could ever know. I'm not naïve, operations like this take planning." This man is a psychopath through and through.
"I love you so much Christian," I whisper suddenly. If anything happens to us I need him too know, I hold my hand out towards him, I want to go to him so badly.
"You make me sick, the pair of you," he snarls and I gingerly take a step over to Christian.
"Don't even think about it," he says pointing the gun with new purpose.
I don't think Christian is doing too well, I can see the sweat dripping off his face and I know he needs medical attention. "Baby are you okay?" I whisper and I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. What are we going to do.
"Of course he's okay. He's Christian Grey. Nobody dares hurt 'the' Christian Grey." he mutters on mockingly. He walks over to my husband and I wince. He pushes the gun up again his sternum and I see Christian's chest heaving against it. I squeeze my eyes shut and prey to who ever is listening that he doesn't hurt him or worse.
"Fuck off," Christian spits at him. His eyes meet mine and for second and I feel so helpless. I don't know what to do.
"Please don't hurt him," I beg and I'm trying so hard not cry loudly. "Please," I cry quietly.
I can't even describe how I feel at what I see next. I squeeze my eyes shut and sob, covering my mouth with my hand. I can hear Christian breathing raggedly trying to stop himself shouting out and his eyes are closed too. The bastard is pressing the butt of the gun into his healing wound in his chest and the pain I can see on my husband's face makes me feel sick. I double over and gag as I hear him let out a strangled cry.
"Ana, Ana!" I can hear Christian get out and when I stand up I can see he has slumped down to the floor. I can see the blood soaking through the dressing and is trickling down his stomach. I am silently crying my eyes out. Why is he doing this. I feel like I'm going to pass out and Christian looks like he might too.
"Please let her go, Please," Christian says desperately catching his breath. He looks exhausted and in so much pain with his legs out in front of him. "Just let her go," he says begging Malcolm who looks utterly pleased with himself.
"What do you have to say about that Mrs Grey?" he asks waving his gun around. If I had the strength I would jump on him but I know I would probably end up dead before I even reached him. I'm terrified Christian might be thinking the same thing but might actually have the guts to try and do it to save me and our baby. Our baby! Our baby needs us both.
"No," I shake my head, "I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you!" I repeat tears drenching my cheeks.
"Anastasia Grey! You listen to me, if you get the chance," he glances at Malcolm in desperation who is watching us, "you go. You don't even think about, if he says you can go. You go no arguments." he looks like he is on the verge of tears. I don't think he knows what to do.
I shake my head, "No, I wont, I wont go, not without you." I whisper.
"Ana god damn it! You will! Will you do as I say for once in your god damn life," he snaps and his head falls back against the wall in exasperation.
"I don't mean to interrupt this heart warming chat, but I think I'm calling the shots here. Don't get so presumptuous. No one is going anywhere, Yet," he says sinisterly and I cry. Surely someone is outside now about to save us. The police, Taylor surely they will burst in any second. Are we hostages?
"Why are you doing this?," I whisper, and I can feel the tears running down my cheeks.
"I was hoping you would ask that question Mrs Grey. Don't worry I'm more than willing to share the story with you, and your," his tone changes to one of disgust, "husband." He laughs a little. This man is clearly very sick. "In fact I'm rather looking forward to sharing with you. I've had to wait for weeks for this moment. I hope the end is as satisfying as I imagined." What does he mean the end? What is he going to do. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I hear myself start whimpering. I think I'm going to be sick.
"I will fucking kill you," Christian hisses through the pain. I pray he doesn't do anything stupid and get himself killed. We need him too much. I don't want to live without him.
"Mr Grey, I think your forgetting your position here. It's rather precarious if you ask me. After all I have the gun. You. you have nothing."
This has to be a dream this can not be real. People aren't this cruel. What is he planning to do. Surely Taylor is coming. Somebody has to be coming to help us. I feel like I can't breathe. I'm still rooted to the spot and I feel like I'm going hyperventilate.
"Ana, baby breathe. I promise it will be okay," Christian says softly noticing my distress, but I know he's only trying to calm me. I want so badly to run into his arms but I'm terrified he'll shoot Christian, or even me.
"Yes Mrs Grey, Breathe. I can't have you passing out and missing all the fun," he hisses. Elliot was right when he said the perpetrator has obviously gone off the deep end. This man is deranged and I feel like I have just taken centre stage in a horror movie.
"This man, the man you think is so fucking perfect ruined my life," he says looking at me. "Thanks to him. I have nothing. He has taken away my job, my wife and my child," he says ranting and I can see Christian hazily watching the gun. Don't you dare Christian Grey, don't you dare, I think to myself.
"I've never met you, you psycho, you broke into my office! You brought it on yourself," Christian says bitterly and there is very few times I can remember seeing him look so angry.
"That is irreverent Grey. Thanks to you. I lost my job, you didn't have to sack me, I was only taking a peek at a few papers, basically nothing." It's official this man is delusional, he's attempting to justify breaking into a billionaires office. "Thanks to you, my wife left me. We had a baby, he was six months old and she left. She took my baby and left. I lost everything because of you," he hisses loudly.
"And clearly you lost your fucking mind too." Christian says through gritted teeth, and I look at him desperately. I don't want him to get himself shot. Malcolm winces and I brace myself but then he continues.
"And for that you must pay," he says.
I hear the door handle move and I look nervously as I hear Taylor's voice.
"Mr Grey! Christian! What's going on," I freeze. What is he going to do. I say nothing. "I'm going to kick the door down Sir," I hear Taylor shout.
Malcolm aims the gun at the door and I scream. "No! Taylor! No! He has a gun!" I scream and wait to see how he reacts. Malcolm looks at me for a second and I feel terror but then turns and shouts loudly towards the door.
"If you try to enter this room I will kill them both before you have the door open." I hear someone talking outside the door. I can see the shadow as they walk past the window. Taylor will save us. I know he will. Security for billionaires are trained for this kind of stuff surely.
"How much do you want? Take it all. Just let Ana go." Christian rages but somehow I think both he and I know money is not going to solve this one.
"Do you really think, I would go through all this. All these months for your money. No no no Mr Grey I want so much more than money."
"you can have everything, please don't hurt us," I beg.
"That's very sweet of you Ana, but I'm afraid everything is just not enough," he smiles walking over to me but still watching and aiming at Christian.
"They'll find you and arrest you," I cry, "you'll go to prison for the rest of your life, you say you lost your child. If you go to prison then you'll never see him again for sure," I whimper trying to reason with his messed up consciousness.
"Do you think I care about what happens to me. Do you think I don't know that this fucker's security team will be crawling all over this building right now. You see I want to help other people. I wont allow your husband to ruin anyone else's life like he did mine. This ends here," I hold my hand to mouth and sob. He's going to kill us. Oh my god.
I sob really loudly and he points the gun at Christian again turning around.
"Shut up women, for god's sake, or this will end much quicker than I planned." I put my hand over my mouth and bite down to try and stop myself from crying out.
"Leave Ana out of this, let her go, please. Just let my wife go." Christian begs his tone much softer than before. "Your angry with me, not her. Let my wife fucking go!" Christian now screeches with renewed strength that I know he doesn't really have and pushes himself up against the wall again. He is gritting his teeth and I know he must be in so much pain.
"No, no, I'm not leaving you, Christian I am not leaving you." I whisper shaking.
"Don't worry Mrs Grey you don't have to worry about that. You're not going anywhere."
He turns to Christian, "Mr Grey, you don't have to worry, I have no intention of hurting your precious Ana," and I think I see a slight relief pass over Christian's face.
"Just let her go and then let's get this over with," Christian glances at me quickly and says swallowing and I sob harder.
"Christian Grey, don't you dare speak like that. Please don't hurt him. Please. I'll do anything you want," I beg and I think he finds my desperation amusing. Sick, Sick, Sick.
"Can you not see what he hell you are doing. Your ill! This is not normal," I scream loosing my cool.
"Ana, stop" Christian warns as Malcolm walks up to me.
"Shut up bitch," he hisses in my face.
"Don't you dare fucking touch her. Don't you dare lay a finger on her." Christian hisses and I can see his inner turmoil. I think he wants to launch himself at this man, but he'll get shot I know he will. I make eye contact with him and shake my head. He'll die if he tries to tackle him, I know he will. Where the hell is Taylor why hasn't he saved us by now.
"Right I'm bored now. Say goodbye." Malcolm announces casually like its nothing. I have never met someone so messed up. He suddenly pushes me over towards Christian and I fall into his arms and hold on so tight. I am sobbing my heart out and I can see Malcolm pacing out of the corner of my eye. We fall down the wall onto the floor and I am gripping onto Christian like my life depends on it.
"Baby," he whispers and he pulls my head out of his shoulder and grips the side of my wet face with his hands, gently moving the hair that has stuck to my face from my tears away.
"Christian, what are we going to do" I sob. What are we going to do. My fingers travel towards the red stain growing under the gauze covering the bullet wound, which I assume has now opened up again and I look at him in terror.
"It's okay, don't worry," he whispers and my heart has completely broken. Is he going to say goodbye to me? There is no way I am letting him give up. No.
"Don't you dare, Christian Grey. Don't you dare say it," I sob.
"I love you, you know that don't you Ana," he whispers and I cry. Of course I know that is he stupid? I can feel anger inside of me. How have we ended up here. This is Christian Grey, he doesn't give up. He gets what he wants no matter what.
"Of course I fucking know that, Christian," I say angrily, sobbing.
"Hurry up I'm getting bored," Malcolm says and I see Christian look at him out of the corner of his eye. Surely someone is watching this on CCTV. They need to do something now or its going to be too late.
"You have made my life perfect Ana, my life meant nothing till I met you," he whispers holding onto my face. He looks so tired and I cant believe he's giving up like this. My stupid husband thinks that as long he isn't going to hurt me, he doesn't matter. Of course he fucking matters. I could kill him myself right now. I can't live without him.
"I cant live without you," I snap hysterically. "They can take everything from me. But not you, not you," I feel sick. I think I'm going to be sick. This is the worst moment in my life.
"You'll take care of our babies, all three of them," he whispers and I can see the water filling up in his eyes but he smiles.
"Don't be so stupid Christian, your going to take care of them with me," I say sobbing. "They need you!"
"Ana, tell them I love them. So much, even little blip number three," he grins and then grimaces. "Make sure they know that I was their daddy, even if they don't remember me and tell them Daddy is sorry he couldn't say goodbye," he whispers as he strokes my face. "My precious Ana."
"Why are you giving up? I know it hurts and I know your tired, but you don't get to drop out on me like this. You can't make me love you and then leave me!" I state angrily, I don't understand. "Someone is going to save us," I whisper so quietly I hope Malcolm cant hear me.
"I hope so, I want to be with you. I don't care how hot they say the angels are in heaven," Christian smiles and I want to smack him lightly for trying to make a joke.
"Well guess what. Your not going to find out how hot they are, not for at least another fifty years," I cry but I cant help but grin through my tears.
"I need you to do something Ana?" Christian asks. Anything I'll do anything.
"Yes," I whisper.
"If he does do it," oh my god he means if he shoots him. "Don't watch close your eyes tight and don't look. Do not look." he says and I collapse into his arms. I can't take this anymore.
"Being a tad over dramatic Mrs Grey," Malcolm snide's and I hate he can hear us.
"I fucking hate you!" I scream at him and he just smirks. "Please let us go. Please, I know you don't really want to do this." I beg one last time.
"I know I'm going to jail so why would I give it all up now, and achieve nothing." he says bitterly.
"You are going to hell, you will never see the light of day again whether I'm here to see it or not!" Christian snaps as I grip onto him.
"Finally some fighting talk Mr Grey, congrats," he snickers. "Shame it makes no difference."
"Now get up!" he screeches grabbing hold on my hair. I cry and cling onto my husband. "I love you, I love you, I love you Christian." I bawl.
"I love you too baby, forever no matter what." I think he's trying hard not to cry. He's just sat against the wall, breathing through gritted teeth and resigned to his own fate. I know he's hurting but he needs to fight. This is not fucking fair.
Malcolm drags me away and the next thing I know I'm on my knees sobbing. "Please," I beg as he aims the gun.
"Any last words for Christian Grey?" he asks and I scream in tears but Malcolm knees me in the back and I fall forward.
"Ana, I love you, I love you," he says clenching his eyes shut and taking a deep breath bracing for impact.
"Please, my baby needs it to meet it's daddy," I sob and I hear Malcolm flinch.
"Baby?" he questions with renewed interest and I see a look of horror on Christians face. "This is interesting."
"Yes Phoebe," Christian snaps suddenly trying to stand up again but he doesn't look like he has the energy to do anything.
"Now Mr Grey, I don't like to be lied to. It seems sweet Ana here is with child," Oh god what have I said, what is he going to do now. At least my distraction means my husband is still breathing. I cry and cover my mouth with my hand.
Don't touch her. Don't you touch her," Christian says finding his feet somehow. He looks like he's been in a brawl.
"Perhaps a change of plan is in order." he muses and I feel sick again. "I was always a little disgruntled at Mr Grey's willingness to die for you. Maybe there is a much worse way to hurt him than to kill him," he whispers and I feel terrified.
"No!" Christian exclaims, "just shoot me, just do it," he hisses and I shake my head frantically willing my husband to shutup.
"Maybe as you took away my wife and child, a more fitting way to hurt you, would be too take away yours." he hisses and grabs me by my hair pulling me up.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her, if you touch one hair on her head, I swear to god." Christian screeches staggering towards me.
"You'll do what. Look at you your pathetic," Malcolm states and I can see Christian is furiously trying to think what to do next. Malcolm is pulling my head back against him and I cant see the gun because I cant turn my head. I then feel the cold metal next to my temple and I cant breathe. I look at Christian and never in all my life have a seen a more scared expression on persons face.
"I will give you anything. You can have everything I have. Please," Christian says staggering closer with his hands up. "Please," he begs. I feel him move the gun from the side of my head and I breathe out in relief. I've never been so scared in my entire life. I'm scared for my baby, for Christian, for myself and for our babies at home.
"Does it hurt to know that I can take everything from you in a mere second Mr Grey?" he gloats and I see a mixture of anger and fear as tears roll down his cheeks.
"Yes. I'm Sorry. Please don't do something you will regret. I can help you. I can get you the best lawyers and care in the world. You can have your family back, please don't take mine," he pleads tears falling down his cheeks.
"You're a lier!" Malcolm screams and I think he is losing any ounce of sanity he might have had left.
"I promise I will get you the best of everything." Christian pleads and he's really close to us now. I think Malcolm considers it for a second before he suddenly pulls my head up and I scream out. I don't know what makes me do it but somehow I raise one of my legs and kick backwards stunning Malcolm for a second. I'm not sure what happens next. I see Christian somehow launch himself towards us and then I hear gunshots. Gunshots?
I let out a blood curling scream and I'm not sure what happens. I feel faint and I wonder if I've been shot. I cant feel any pain but I wonder if it's just the adrenaline. As I fall down I feel my heart break as I see my husband hit the ground too. I don't know if I'm imagining it but I'm sure Malcolm goes down as well.
I feel myself hit the floor and everything goes black.
Sooo.. Im not sure how much I like this chapter, hmmmm. I've messed around with it a lot so I decided to finally post it. I hope you like it. Please review. I'm pretty sure I know whats going to happen next but I was just curious regardless.. do people prefer more Christian hurt? Or should he be okay?
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