Hello for the second time this evening to you my wonderful readers :)

Firstly can I just say wow. Wow to the huge amount of reviews chapter 19 got and wow to some to the passionate way you have responded to this story. It's amazing to see that my writing has been having such an effect on people , both good and bad it would seem.

Secondly I want to apologise to anyone who isn't happy with how this story is going but this is how my mind is working at the moment . I never planned for any of what's happened to happen when I started writing , it's been a working process the entire time and I'm sorry if you had other views on where you want this to go.

I do hope you are enjoying the drama though , as I never said this would be a happy storyline.

In regards to our lovely Christian Grey , who as you have all pointed out isn't so lovely right now , I am intentionally writing him as a dick but not because I want him to be hated. More I want to portray a man completely out of his comfort zone , a Christian who has been pushed to his breaking point.

Believe me I can understand why you all hate him , heck even I didn't like him in the last chapter , but please give him some slack. After all we all know how childish his brain is when it comes to being out of control.

DNA results to come in the next chapter , until then please enjoy Aftermath part 6

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Anastasia's POV

"Ana! There you are, what the bloody hell took you so long! I told you too …" I cut him off with a sharp slap to his right cheek, vaguely registering a now deep throbbing pain radiating from my palm. However my brain fails to notify me of my pain, it's too busy trying to stop me from breaking down.

"How could you Christian?" I amaze myself by actually speaking calmly.

"Ana baby it's not…" I slap him again, this time numbing my palm completely.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I can see how worried you must have been about me , although last time I checked people didn't drink wine and reminisce with their ex sex slaves while their seven months pregnant wife was patiently waiting for them. I could have fallen and hurt Blip and you didn't even look around to check I was okay , shows how much you care about me and your unborn child doesn't it" his eyes are locked on mine while I speak , mixed with fear and what looks to be regret , but mostly he's shocked. Shocked by what though, his actions or mine?

"Ana please your acting ridi…" I lift my hand to slap him again but this time he seizes it and pulls me close, his face inches from mine, so close that I can faintly see the red handprint on his cheek "don't hit me again Ana" he lets go of my hand and I step back, feeling a traitor tear slide down my cheek, I didn't want him to see me cry. Didn't want to show him how heartbroken I feel.

"How could you do this to me? After all you've put me through, what we've gone through together. You've betrayed me more than ever and it looks like you don't even care. You're not even ashamed that I've caught you red handed" he glances over at Esmee , who now has finished one bottle of wine and has moved onto what looks like straight whisky , drinking away her sorrow perhaps?

"Ana I don't have time for this right now , my daughter's missing remember?" staring into those gorgeous grey eyes I realise something , something that makes my stomach twist and my heart break even more than before , my husband is in love with another. Perhaps not in a physical way but his feelings for Esmee are far from over, that much is as obvious as the sun being in the sky. And the scary truth is that no matter what I say and no matter what I do I can't bring him back to me. I've lost him.

"I understand Christian, you have more important things to deal with, I'll leave you be okay?" I go to turn back down the hallway , desperate to be away from his view so I can cry in peace , but his hand grabs my wrist and spins me to face him , his lips sealing themselves over mine in a passionate , perhaps even beautiful , kiss. I let myself fall under the spell of his lips, one last piece of heaven before I leave for good. We break apart and the smile on his face tells me he thinks everything's okay, shows me that my mask has played its part perfectly.

"I'll see you back at home yea?" I nod and lean up to kiss him once more, striving to not show the heartbreak which I'm feeling, battling with my inner emotions while he is in sight. His hands go to my bump and suddenly he's on his knees kissing Blip, murmuring sweet nothings to his unborn child. My heart breaks once again and I have to conceal a cry of sorrow with a cough, although I notice how sawyer has seen through my mask and is currently giving Christian the most disgusted look I've ever seen. I meet his eye and shake my head softly, he raises an eyebrow but stops his staring thankfully, this is mine and Christian's problem and it's not fair for others to be brought into it, especially not members of our staff.

"I love you Anastasia Grey" I watch mystified as he stands with immense grace and plants the softest of kisses to my forehead "a man like me doesn't deserve to call you my wife, thank you for being with me through all of this" I nod silently and give my most effective fake smile, one I have used at many formal dinners and conferences over my marriage to Christian. I don't give him a reply and instead turn on my heel and exit the flat, turning my head just in time to spot his smiling face turn to one of fear and confusion.

The door closes behind me and the floodgates erupt in my eyes, my body collapses and I sink to the floor, only for strong arms to lift me up and carry me down the stairs and towards the car. It's only while I'm in mid-air do I register more pain, but this time it's not coming from my palm but from my bump. A sickening thought hits me and I scream out in pain as a sharp stabbing shoots through my abdomen. I open my eyes to meet a pair of deeply concerned brown eyes.

"Sawyer gets me to the hospital right now! I think Blip is going to be premature!" more pain slices through my body, closing my eyes as tears slide down my cheeks.

Please God let my baby be okay. If I can't have my husband, at least let me have my baby.

Esmee's POV

I stare at Christian's back while he and Ana speak, shocked at the viciousness that comes out of her pretty little mouth, watching in horror as Christians powerful stance dwindles dramatically. The sharp slap he took from her hit me like a ton of bricks, how could she hurt him like that? He hates to be touched and she slaps him! What the fuck is wrong with this woman?

Can she not see how blessed she is to have him, does she not know what I would be willing to do to have him once again. Leila was right, however much it sickens me to say that now that she's kidnapped my precious Victoria, but in regards to little Miss Anastasia she was completely correct. Ana doesn't deserve Christian, neither does psycho Leila.

No the person Christian should be with is a woman who can give him what he wants and what he needs. Someone who can do as they are told and pleasure him like only she can, a woman who would go to the end of the earth to keep him happy. A woman who has loved him her entire life, even when she was with another. A woman, that is, who is raising his flesh and blood. The woman he should be with is me.

"I love you Anastasia Grey" his words are like a dagger to my heart and I have to look away to stop myself screaming at him and punching the lights out of her. This is not how things should be; surely I should be the one he falls for? I'm the mother of his child, his first child, his only heir and benefactor. Yes Ana is pregnant but for how long?

No I mustn't think like that, that's too vile a thought to wish on any mother, even to a mother I hate. Perhaps I've had too much to drink or the stress is getting to me, whatever is the matter with me has caused a devilish side to my personality. Slowly I can feel my logic starting to disappear, just like it used to all those years ago when I entered the play room. A dark needy desire seems to have washed over me since Christian Grey entered back into my life, and although I lost him once I refuse to lose him again.

"Christian? Christian are you okay?" he's stood dead still facing the way Ana exited , his posture is unreadable and I find myself hesitating to touch him , afraid of how he may react.

"We need to find Victoria. Then I need to go home" his words knock me back and I have to close my eyes to stop him seeing the sadness I feel.

"Can Taylor track the phone she stole from you?" I circle him slowly, taking extra careful steps, a bit like a tiger stalking a scared prey. My oh my how the roles have changed , there once was a time he was the hunter and I the helpless prey , ready and willing to do his devilish bidding . How I long to give myself to him fully once again , to feel him take control of me like he used to , to feel his need to have my submission.

"Yes, he can!" suddenly he snaps out of his statue like stance and races over to the front door, shouting for Taylor.

Oblivious to the shouting commands Christian makes around the flat to Taylor I wander towards my cosy white fabric sofa and grab my phone, smiling a sad smile when I see my beautiful Victoria smiling at me from the screensaver. I'm just scanning through my photo gallery of her when suddenly an unknown number flashes up on the screen alongside my Mariah Carey Hero ringtone.

Taking a deep breath I answer, just as Christian enters the room. Our eyes lock together.

"Hello?" I lick my dry lips, tasting salty tears which still linger.

"Miss Gold, how happy I am that you've picked up. I see you have a guest with you at the moment, do you mind putting him on the line for me please?" her voice sounds as wickedly evil as it did at the front door , her patronising smile is obvious in her tone and my anger level spikes.

"Look you psycho give me back my daughter or you'll be six feet under before you can say…" Christian is now sat in front of me listening into the call, his eyes are dark with fear making him seem extremely vulnerable, a side I've never been witness to before.

"Ah ah ah Miss Gold mind your manners. We wouldn't want Victoria to hear her dear mother using such vile language now would we. Now be a good little submissive and put Christian on the line, I know he's there Esmeralda , I can see you" subconsciously I feel myself move closer to Christian , wanting him to hold me and reassure me that this is all some sick nightmare as a result of too much alcohol. Hearing Tori's scream in the background of the call makes me gag, proving this is no dream.

"Give her back to me Leila! Give me back my fucking daughter! You'll pay for this one day, mark my words you will root for what you've done!" tears are spilling down my cheeks, chocking me as my body convulses in sorrow.

"Esmee calm down!" Christian is on his feet now, snatching the phone from my hand and putting it to his ear. My tears deafen me to the outside world as everything seems to spin on its axis. Oh god almighty what was I thinking drinking two bottles of wine to myself! Tori! Where's my Tori!

My body sags into the sofa, my head resting upon a soft white pillow, my eyes become tired and slowly start to close, but not before I see Christian staring out the window which faces the opposite building, his stance is even more ridged then before. I final give in to my exhaustion just as Christian turns towards my front door and disappears out of sight.

Christian's POV

"Taylor I know where she is!" I end the call and quickly grab my jacket, rushing over to Taylor who is already making his way towards the front door.

"What about Miss Gold sir? Are we not bringing her with us?" I silence him with a stern look and he nods apologetically. In all honestly I don't want Esmee coming with us, not only because she's exhausted and needs to sleep, but because I want to be the one who saves our daughter. I feel this will help show Victoria that she no longer need to feel alone , that she has a father in me , a father who will love her and protect her no matter what hardship she comes across. If I rescue her she'll love me. It's what parents do.

The phone call from Leila was odd to say the least; it was as if she wanted me to find where she was hiding. As a matter of fact she practically told me which apartment she was in , a fact which is making me feel like running over there with only Taylor as my backup is a seriously bad idea , and yet I can't stop myself.

Leila sounded deliriously happy when I threatened to come over and take back Tori, even going as far as saying she was looking forward to our "reunion". Perhaps this is a trap? Or maybe she really does believe that I'm going round to be with her?

Yes I lied. I lied to get my daughter back, is that really so bad?

When she asked if I'd missed her I said yes , not because I do but because she's insane , playing to her game is the only way , and I mean the only way , of ensuring Tori is safe. I need Tori to be safe. So I agreed to go round and 'discuss our future' with her.

The building next door is almost identical to that of Esmee's except this building is made to look even deader by having jet black bricks and black windows. The words 'prison' and 'medical facility' flash in my mind and I wonder if this building is somehow showing Leila's future, a thought which makes me hurt for her. Pushing away any feelings of guilt or grief I watch Taylor crack the access code before entering behind him, leaving him behind me as I run up the stairs to the 4th floor. Apartment 42 looms ahead of me and motion for Taylor to stay back; he nods his understanding and scopes the area instead, leaving me to advance to the door.

Reaching the door I gently knock my knuckles against the hard wood, glancing quickly behind me to check Taylor still has eyes on me, I feel remotely calmer when I see him watching me right back. However pissed he may get at me and my actions I know he's someone who will always protect my back. The door opens eerily slow, revealing pitch blackness. I take one last look at Taylor before stepping into what could be my last few seconds alive.

"Leila?" I step forward and hear a crunch beneath my foot, reaching for the phone in my pocket; I open it quickly and use the light to investigate. A small butterfly clip, broken into tiny little pieces, shines up at me and my throat catches. I just know this clip belongs to Tori.

Stepping forward once more I use the phone light to scan the darkness, there's nothing, no furniture, no lighting of any kind. Just darkness wherever I step.

"Victoria? Victoria can you hear me?" I call out helplessly, hoping the sound of her voice can act as some sort of guide on how to find her amongst this darkness.

"Sir perhaps we should call in the cops?" I hush Taylor and gesture for him to stay back, the last thing I need is some fancy cop stealing my rescue.

"Victoria its daddy, where are you?" A loud bang resonates through the darkness and I move towards it, praying with all my might that it's her.

"Was that you banging? Bang again? Louder this time" once again the darkness is filled with a sharp bang, as if mental where being hit against brick wall. It happens three times, enough times for me to track the direction in which it came. I take off at lightning speed, bashing against a large table and sofa which seem to be the only items of furniture in the space.

I enter a smallish room, one window backs onto the street providing a small square of light, and beneath that window I see the most beautiful sight known to man. My daughter. Holding what looks like a bin lid tight in her little hand she bashes it against the wall to create the sound I've just run towards.

"Victoria?" my voice startles her and she drops the lid, causing it to clatter loudly against the hard stone floor.

"Daddy?" her voice is like a whisper, a cold and lost whisper of the night. I nod softly and bend down in front of her, opening my arms so she can move into them.

"I'm here Victoria, I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you before but that's going to change from now on. I swear on my life no one will ever harm you, not while I'm around" her tiny shoulders heave with her tears as she wraps her arms around my neck, holding onto me for dear life.

That's when I hear the gun click.

"Move away from her Christian" I stand cautiously, trying to move Tori with me but for some reason she's unable to move, that's when I notice the shackle around her ankle, the metal so tight it's caused her to bleed. My anger spikes horrendously and I turn to face Leila.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the venom in my voice startles her and she stumbles back as I approach.

"I don't understand, you said you wanted to be with me, on the phone. I thought this was what you wanted" I shake my head, keeping my eyes locked on hers, watching as her fear grows to a crescendo.

"You're insane Leila. I don't want you, I never wanted you. I just said that to make you tell me where you were hiding. It's over between us. Get fucking use to it!" I keep my tone harsh but my voice calm, subtle venom is far more effective then brute anger. Leila begins to shake, her head going from side to side as she comes to terms with my trickery.

"You lied! How could you! For what reason?" I don't reply and instead glance at Tori, her eyes are wide with fear as she watches Leila and her gun, and she gasps just as Leila aims for her "for her? You don't even know if she's yours and you pick her! How could you! I'm meant to be with you not Ana, not this little brat!" Tori's whimpering is now audible and I have to fight the urge I have to go over and comfort her, in a way my mother never did to me when I cried.

"She needs me Leila. And as for Ana you are nothing compared to her. Give up and move on, for the both of us, it's time now" I gingerly reach for the gun, watching her eyes glaze with some unknown emotion.

Then I hear the shot, the sharp bang resonating through my ear drums. I frantically search my skin for the wound but find nothing. Then I hear Victoria's scream. Turning round I see the blood stain to her stomach, pricing bright red marking her summery white top.

A second gunshot rings out and once again I check my body, still no wound. Rushing over to Tori I rip my shirt off and press it to her wound, trying desperately to stop the blood flow, holding her trembling body to me as she cries in pain.

Leila's dead body lies a few meters away, Taylor is poised from his successful aim above her, his eyes meet mine and I nod a well done. Now at least she'll be at peace.

"Taylor gets us to the hospital right now!"

Next update due tomorrow - DNA results revealed.

Also please remember I am not a professional writer and I really am trying to please everyone with this story but I can't be perfect and hope you'll go easy on me if you don't like whats written xxxx