Chapter 10:
I take a deep breath and look at him. Now is the time. "When I was fifteen my stepdad got put in jail for attempted rape." He breathes in sharply and I look away from him. He moves me off his lap and turns to me, lifting my hands.

"Ok, I'm ready." I close my eyes, feeling the tears build in me again. I open my mouth and there's a knock. He sighs in frustration and walks forward, opening the door. "Mrs Lincoln, what a pleasure." He says, his voice cold again. She walks in and her eyes immediately find mine.

"Anastasia Steele. My office, now." I frown up at her. "That wasn't a question, now." I continue to stare at her. "Fine. We'll do it here. You had a recent encounter with Jose Rodriguez. What happened?" My eyes fill with dread.

"Mrs Lincoln, Anastasia is in a state at the moment as you can see, I don't think probing her with questions will help at the moment. If I get her to calm down I will send her to you then, is that ok?" Christian says in his most authoritative voice. That must be CEO Christian. I like him very much. She hears the tone of his voice and nods, walking out. He waits for the sound of her six inch whore heels to disappear before he comes back over to me on the sofa. "Now, what were you saying?" He hands me a tissue and I wipe the tears from my face.

"Well um. My mom had married number three, her third husband. Everything was fine at first, he was loving and caring, he wasn't like Ray but he was damn close. I really liked him. Then he started to-" I take a deep breath. "He started touching me, inappropriately. Just little touches now and then. Then it increased, they were harder, more noticeable that it wasn't an accident. One time I tried to stop him by hitting his hand away and he grabbed my throat. He knocked me unconscious and I was out for a couple of hours. He put me on my bed and stripped me while I was out cold, then he put me in my pyjamas and told my mom I was asleep. It went on for months, him groping me any chance he got. My mom was completely oblivious to it. Maybe, I don't know whether she had an idea or what but I guess I'll never know. Anyway, one day, I was fifteen. He came home drunk, in front of my mom. I don't know what happened but she said something to him and he snapped. He grabbed me and dragged me to his room by my hair, my mom was screaming the entire time. Until he knocked her out. He started beating me." I start sobbing and my breathing shallows. "He broke my left leg and my right ankle. My arm was fractured and my shoulder was dislocated, he had bruised my ribs and cut me. He had undone his belt buckle and had got his - thing out. He told me he was going to make me a woman. He had stripped me and was about to - when the police burst in. One of my neighbours heard the screaming and called them. They took him away and brought me to the hospital. I spent two months in there due to the severity of my injuries, and mental trauma. My mom spent two years in there, she lost it. She went completely crazy and I think it was the guilt. She's still like that, she was put on stronger medication three months ago but she stopped taking it. That's why I was late starting because I was in Georgia helping her get better. She was fine when I left but now she's in hospital because she overdosed. Whether it was an accident or deliberate I don't know, I still need to call Ray. Oh god-" I start sobbing again and he takes me in his arms once more.

"Where is this, number three." He whispers, I can see the rage in his eyes.

"He's in jail. He's got a few more years to come." He relaxes a bit and squeezes me again.

"Ana, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this alone. But let me tell you something. You are the strongest, the most beautiful, the kindest and funniest woman I've had the pleasure to meet. You've clearly been affected by this but it's made you a wonderful person and I couldn't have a better person to fall in lo - to be with." My hearts skips a beat when he nearly tells me he loves me. I can feel him tense, so I don't bring it up. Instead I lean up and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you." I whisper. He looks at me confused.

"For what?"

"For listening, for understanding, for the slip up." He smiles shyly.

"I want to say it in the right circumstance. Hey, would you like to come to Seattle with me this weekend?" He looks so hopeful, and so much younger, it's hard to say no to. But I have to see my mom.

"I'd love to Christian but-" His face falls and he looks down. "No, no, no. Christian it's not because I don't want to trust me. I just have I see my mom. Just for the weekend. I need to know that she's ok. I can come next weekend?" He smiles beautifully at me and I grin back.

"Great! You can come with me to Escala, I can show you my apartment. And I can give you a tour of my office, you can meet everyone. It'll be great Ana." I find myself getting as giddy as him, one minute he's so calm and authoritative, then the next he's practically jumping around like an excited child. It's hard to keep up with. He extends his hand and I take it. "Come on. You need to see Mrs Lincoln and then I'll drive you home and help you pack." I smile and reluctantly make my way to the wicked witch of the North West's office.

A/N - So here's her story, in the next few chapters you'll find out what's happened to her mom and the state that she's in. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far! Keep letting me know what you think :)

Sophie x