Hello everyone! Finally I'm free and now I have an MBA! also Taylor Swift is coming to my country for the first time and after crying because it was an awful experience with ticketmaster I got the tickets!
Well this is a short chapter By the way Happy Birthday Christian.
May 13, 2011.
Seattle, WA.
Christian was staring out of the window from his childhood room. It didn't help that he was in the exact same spot where he had rejected her years ago. He was silent, just like in the old days when he tried to be alone. He honestly wanted to be held and heard, but he couldn't do it because his fear of touch was greater than his trust in anyone around him. He looked at his arms and prayed that she would say something, but he knew there was no hope.
His phone rang, and without thinking, he answered, hoping it was Anna.
"Christian, darling, are you okay?" Elena's voice made his sadness stop. Now he felt awful, guilty, and angry as he recalled the memories of Ana retreating from him and asking him not to hit her. Not only had he ruined her childhood, but he had also taken away her innocence. She was only a kid when he started his relationship with Elena, and that involved certain abusive actions that a child shouldn't have experienced.
He needed to find Anastasia and beg for her forgiveness because forgiveness wasn't enough for what he had done to her.
"Christian, I asked you a question. You must answer!" He felt his chest constricting, and his hand trembling. He wanted to run and find her. He needed her.
He hung up and started throwing things around his room, as if he were fifteen again.
In the living room, Grace was sitting, waiting for Christian to wake up so they could talk about his soulmate. She couldn't believe that such a visible mark had gone unnoticed by everyone in the household. No one should be capable of hiding written messages on their skin for so long. Over time, she had come to the conclusion that she had finally discovered the reason why Christian had changed when he was fifteen. It was his soulmate who was responsible for that change. Now that she was gone, he had returned to his old self. She had to find that girl before it was too late.
A disturbing noise was heard, followed by a cry of sorrow, pulling Grace out of her thoughts. She stood up and followed the noise.
"What's going on?" Grace opened the door and saw her son losing control, throwing things while crying. She felt as if the story were repeating itself, and she felt helpless. How was she going to help her son if she didn't know who the girl was that had broken his heart by leaving him?
Elliot, who happened to be nearby, heard the noises coming from Christian's old bedroom. He walked down the hallway and saw his mom crying desperately and his brother acting just as he used to years ago. It was something he had almost erased from his memory, but now the memory was more present than ever.
He walked into the room and tried to grab Christian by the arm. Christian pushed him with great force, almost causing him to lose his balance.
"Don't touch me," Christian spluttered, his voice breaking.
Grace felt as if they were hurting her. She couldn't bear to see her son like that. Elliot looked at his mother and knew what they had to do.
"Taylor, Reynolds, hurry up. Bring Mom's hospital bag," Elliot shouted. His eyes followed Christian's movements and he saw with horror how his brother started to break every single trophy and picture he had in the room.
Grace tried to remain calm, but her tears were falling. As soon as her bag was with her, she searched for a sedative and instructed the men who worked for her son to administer the injection.
After a few minutes he was completely asleep.
"Maybe we should ask her to come," Elliot said.
"Elliot, she rejected him," Grace replied angrily. "She broke his heart!"
"Yeah, but Mom, we don't know why. He told you that she fears him; something happened, and he's not telling us."
"But I don't know who she is!" Grace replied.
"Mom, his soul mark. We can write on his palm and ask her to come."
Grace nodded, went to her room, and grabbed a pen.
Elliot held out his hand and whispered, "You should've told me. Maybe things would have turned out differently."
Grace wrote the message and hoped for the best.
Anastasia never imagined that her day would end with a trip to the house of the person who had hurt her the most throughout her life, and yet, was also her soulmate. A few hours ago Christian Grey was a rich man who wanted her in his bed, now that situation wasn't relevant at the moment; the irony is that she felt attracted to him that she was thinking about losing her virginity to him.
She sat in the back of a black Audi, trying to resist the urge to jump out of the car and put an end to everything right there. The driver was one of the men who worked for Christian Grey, the same men who had intercepted her a few hours ago. She knew better than to do something foolish with those men present. Additionally, Kate was sound asleep beside her. The blonde insisted on not letting Ana go alone, knowing the full story of Anna's soulmark and what people with resources could do to anyone who posed a threat to their interests she knew better than letting Anna go alone.
The calm attitude she reflected remained until the SUV approached a gate that led to a mansion—the Grey family home. As they neared the house, Ana felt her world falling apart.
From the window she spotted a woman in her late 50s standing outside, dressed in an impeccable outfit that screamed wealth.
"Miss Steele, we have arrived. That's Mr. Grey's mom," the man said, opening the car locks but not stepping out. Ana caught a glimpse of his eyes through the rearview mirror, which lingered on Kate's body. "I'll stay with her, Miss. Good luck," he informed Ana. She knew he had some sort of military training and nodded in acknowledgment.
Taking a small breath, Ana stepped out of the SUV and walked towards the woman. The woman simply offered her hand and said, "Mrs. Trevelyan, I bet you're Ana."
"Yes," Ana replied. She wanted to say something more, like "nice to meet you," but she sensed that the woman felt averse towards her due to the circumstances.
"Come in," Grace gestured for her to enter the house. With each step Anastasia took, she felt herself growing more detached. The house was massive, yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that the walls were closing in on her. Grace took a seat and reached for a cup on the table beside her. The fact that she didn't offer a cup to either of them was enough to make Anastasia feel unwelcome.
The silence became frustrating, and Ana couldn't bear it any longer. "Why am I here?" she finally blurted out.
"Why did you reject him?" Grace fired back. Ana noticed the piercing gaze and decided to avert her eyes.
"As you know, we have two types of soul marks. Matching injuries and we can write only on our arms and hands," Ana explained.
"Excuse me, two soul marks? That's strange," Grace looked surprised, and Ana couldn't believe it. His own mother didn't know about the second soul mark.
"Oh God, he really never wanted me," Ana muttered, her heart sinking.
"How can you say that when he has been crying for you all day?" Grace retorted to Ana's statement.
"Mrs. Grey, he rejected me when I was 8, and I assume he was 14 at the time. We never talked. I avoided getting hurt or having a mark on my hands and arms. He didn't want anything to do with me, so I decided to do the same," Ana blurted out, her tone reflecting her pain.
"He changed for you when he was 15. Explain that?" Grace said sarcastically, clearly unaware of their relationship.
Ana gazed at the ceiling, reminiscing about the day she discovered she had a soulmate. "When my dad explained to me that I had a soulmate, I was so excited because I thought I wouldn't be alone. I believed I would find them and live my princess tale," she giggled softly.
"But oh, how wrong I was. When I was about 7, I discovered that if I painted only my arms and hands, I could write to my soulmate. He asked me to wash my hands, and I obeyed him," Anna's tears began to flow.
"I would write to him every day, and that's how I discovered it only worked on my arms. He would get angry and try to erase only the marks I made on my arms or hands. Sadly, one day before my birthday, he wrote to me, 'You write again and another one will appear. Stop bothering me. I don't care who you are. Fuck off.' And in a circle, he showed me that he bruised himself to prove a point. From that day, I was afraid of him. The following year, I stopped wearing dresses because bruises appeared near my thighs and back every week." Ana recounted, her voice trembling.
"Mrs. Grey, I ignored my soul mark for years. He made my childhood miserable. I can't be with him and he need to understand it." she took a deep breath.
"And what are you going to do after that? Leave my son heartbroken and find someone else?" Grace's voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with accusation as she regarded Ana as pure evil.
"Your son broke my heart when I was 8. How would you feel if you saw a message on your arm that said, 'You write again and another one will appear. Stop bothering me. I don't care who you are. F*ck off'?" Ana's tears fell uncontrollably. "I was just a kid. All I wanted was for my soulmate to say, 'Happy Birthday, Ana.' But all I received was a hateful message and a bruise. Since then, I've envied every person who doesn't have a soul mark. Everyone wants one to feel like they belong to someone, to feel complete. But I have it, and I feel like I'm the only one with a soul."
Grace rolled her eyes. "His mom killed herself in front of him, and he thought she was sleeping. I met him when he arrived at the hospital guarded by police officers. He didn't talk until his sister arrived at the house. He grew up and never allowed me to touch him," Grace explained, her voice heavy with sadness. "He was violent and got expelled from different schools because of it. And then he calmed down, but he has still been alone. Not even his own family can reach him. And now you're here, and the first thing you do is turn your back and leave him instead of talking with him and trying to fix everything."
Ana understood Grace's perspective, but it still wasn't enough to justify Christian's behavior.
"Honestly, this is not a competition. I'm sorry he suffered but that doesn't means he has green pass to be part of my life when he literally made me feel unloved while I was growing up."
Grace simply nodded and said, "I guess that you means you won't be part of his life; am I right?"
"I'm his soulmate, together or not we have something that will unite us until death. And for that I need to talk with him."
"Let's talk." Christian had heard everything.
