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I sat there worried, the kleenex in my hand turned to shreds with every passing minute. Christian stopped pacing and was kneeling in front of me, hands placed on my knees. The look in his eyes worried me, they seemed pained, allowing all the emotion to fill his face.

"Christian you're worrying me. It can't be too bad" I tried to comfort him placing my hands on his chest and he stiffened. That was the first time I had ever seen him do that, but come to think about it that was the first time i touched him anywhere besides his shoulders.

"Anastasia, what I am about to share with you might have you running for the hills" I laughed but his face took on a harder tone, oh he is not kidding.

" Well get it out honey" He took in a sharp breath and began to talk.

" I was born in Detroit to a teenage mother, who was a prostitute" I gaped at him all breath escaping my mouth. " She was young and a drug addict, crack it think." My head was swimming. There really is more to the attraction I felt other than physical. He continued his story not noticing my reaction. " When I was two her pimp was upset with her over a drug deal gone wrong" Christian's body tensed. I knew where this was heading and didn't want to listen anymore. If I thought my life was bad, it was nothing compared to Christian's formative years. His voice became hoarse, his body slumping, head resting on my lap.

" He wouldn't stop hitting her. I tried to help,but that only made things worse" That was when Christian unbuttoned his shirt and I saw the mutilation on his body. I gasped a sob escaping my mouth. " Her pimp placed his cigar on my chest digging in each time with a menacing laugh." He was now shaking, it was obvious that the night still flooded his dreams.

" The night I was taking by social services, things had become horrible. The crack whore was gone, I'm sure taking care of a social call, and locked me in my room to make sure I wouldn't get into trouble. That was when the house caught on fire". I started crying not knowing the terror he felt but empathizing. He continued his story getting up and embracing me attempting to console.

" I screamed for someone to let me out, but no one came" Christian is now crying uncontrollably and it was my turn to console him.

" I woke up in the children's ward of a hospital where Grace, my adoptive mother, was working the night shift. She was the white angel I didn't know was waiting for me." He now chuckled at a private joke. Grace won me over with food and candy. I was severely malnourished as a child and was kept in the hospital for weeks. Grace and her husband Carrick adopted me and I gained two loving parents. I was not until years later that I found out my mother was the one who started the fire trying to kill me. The police arrested her and she died in prison a year later." Christian finished and looked up at me trying to find the reaction in my face. I didn't have any words to say. This poor baby suffered so much in his life and yet it was not as bad as he made it seem.

" Christian is that all or was there some thing more you wanted to tell me?" I looked deep into his eyes and saw a flash of something unrecognizable in his face.

" There is one more thing" he took a deep breath and continued. "About three years ago a friend of my mother's seduced me into a sexual relationship". My mouth fell open and I was at a loss for words. What does that mean? I started to count back in my head, he was fifteen, holy shit. " What are you thinking?" he asked hoping it would force me to response.

"How fucking sick that women was to take advantage of someone who already suffered enough in his life." Christian looked at me puzzled as if that wasn't the response he was looking for. "How did the relationship start Christian" I asked hoping for the most honest response.

"She picked me up from school when my parents were away on a trip with Elliot." He said not sure if he should continue. " I was alone with her when she kissed me, I didn't know what to do, so I kissed her back. Things escalated quickly and before I knew it we were copulating on her kitchen table." I pushed Christian away, not wanting him near, trying to figure this all out. I was mad. Mad at this woman who I did not know for treating my friend like this. He stepped closer placing his hands on my waist jarring me out of the thoughts in my head. "Should I finish or do you want me to stop?" Christian lifted my chin to look at him.

"Please finish" I whispered walking to the vanity at the corner of my room and sitting. Christian inhaled deeply and rubbed the back of his neck with his hands.

" The relationship continued for almost three years when I ended it. She was getting bolder with her advances in public and it made me uncomfortable. After I ended it, she was hurt and refuses to speak with me." His grey eyes looking at me indicated the worst was over. "That is why when you wanted me to agree to this fuck buddies arrangement, I was hesitant. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than you, so I hesitantly agreed." There it was, right there, we were both hurt and licking our wounds. The only difference was that his seemed deeper than my own.

I stood up and walked over to my wounded boyfriend, yes boyfriend, and put my hands on his face. We looked into eachother's eyes, both swollen from crying and kissed. I wanted to do everything in my power to kiss all the hurt away. Christian responded quickly and lifted me up in his arms, walking over to the bed, and placing me gently on it. His eyes were full of want.

"Wait" I said knowing this was the only time I had to say my peace. "I think we should forget our arrangement and continue as a full-blown relationship." I looked into his eyes to find happiness. "I agree Miss Steele" and with that we made love for the first time that night.

Light warmed the room forcing me to wake from the best sleep I have had in months. I stretched and reached over to not find Christian. He must have woken up early and walked downstairs to join Kate and Elliot. I stood and walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats and t-shirt. Dressing in the bathroom, I saw a note taped to my mirror it read

My dearest Ana,

Last night was the best night of my life. I want nothing more the to spend every day of my life waking up next to you. I have gone home to grab a change of clothes, but I will return later. If it is alright with you, I would like to spend the night again. If not though please call my cell and I will stay home, wounded and sulking.

Forever Yours,

Christian

xo

My heart stopped and I held my breath. This man is amazing! I folded the note, placed it in my pocket, and I smile uncontrollably while walking downstairs to the kitchen. I found Kate sitting at the table enjoying a bowl of cereal. She smiled when I entered the kitchen walking to the cupboard for a bowl.

" You seemed to have a fun night last night" she said winking. I blushed remember just how loud we got last night. "Anastasia Steele" she gaped "and you call me the slut". We laughed and continued to talk about the amazing night we both had.

"Christian, in his note, said that he will be back later?" Kate nodded and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. "You and Elliot seemed to have picked up right where you left off." I said trying not to sound to inquisitory.

"Oh Annie, I forgot how good it could be with him. Elliot apologized for all of his wrongdoing during our breakup but none of it matters now, because I love him so much." Kate sure is rushing into this relationship again, but what can I say that is just Kate. I smiled a reassuring smile and continued to eat my cereal.