A/N: Thank you for the reviews on the previous chapter.

As promised, here is the next chapter to complete Elena's story.

Ana POV:

"Two of his friends were waiting there. One had a black sports bag in his hand. Clinton told me that everything will be okay. He told me that he wouldn't hurt me. He told me that I will be fine. He lied. They tied me up, blindfolded me, beat me and raped me for what felt like hours. I cried the entire time. I prayed for someone to come to my rescue. I was a virgin and didn't want any of it. But they kept going, finding joy in my tears and distress." A tear fall down her cheek and I want to comfort her so badly, but we are in public and I don't want her to have a break down here. I'm sure this is the first time she has ever spoken about this, so I keep quiet and listen patiently. "When they finally stopped, Clinton untied me, removed the blindfold and gag and then had the guts to ask me how it was. I was horrified, sore on every part of my body and sick to my stomach. I tried to get up and ended up on my knees where I vomited until there was nothing left to come out. When I looked up, he was standing above me, fastening his pants and looking like he was surprised by my reaction. He told me that I wanted it… that I needed it to lighten up… that I liked it even though I won't admit it. All I wanted, was to get out of there and to never see him again. I got dressed and walked to the neighbour's house who took me to the hospital. My parents showed up and shortly afterwards the police came. I didn't speak to anyone that day or any day for a very long time. Not a word. Eventually the police gave up, telling my parents that they can't keep the case open if I don't want to tell them what happened and who assaulted me and there were no other witnesses." She stops and I'm speechless. She never even told her parents what happened to her? She didn't speak to anyone? Is that even normal?

"My parents finally gave up on me just after my eighteenth birthday. They stopped asking me to talk. Stopped taking me from one therapist to the next. If I didn't want to help myself, they weren't going to waste any more of their time on me. I was alone. No friends, no family… no one. He did that to me. He allowed his friends to do that to me. They ruined my life. One day I was sitting in a diner and this man walked up to me. He started to talk to me and I went back every day to see if he would show up again, and he did. After a week or so, I started to talk back and eventually, after a very long time, we got married. Everything was going fine and I thought that I might start to be happy. But, one day I saw this boy. I knew him, but never saw him the way I did that day. He was working in our yard. He was fifteen, almost sixteen, and looked so much like that bastard that ruined my life. I wanted to make the hurt go away. I wanted to be free of that day. So I took him to our basement and did to him what they did to me, just not to the same extend." Holy fuck! What the hell is telling me? She continued the vicious cycle of abuse?

"Thing is that he seemed to like it. No matter what I did to him, he came back for more. He had problems of his own due to his own misfortune in life and it seemed that he was slowly taking back control. He stopped fighting at school, stopped drinking excessively and his grades improved. When he turned eighteen, we started to change roles. It continued for another three years until we both realized that we were punishing each other for things other people did to us. At first it helped us work through our issues, but it was starting to hold us back. To keep us in the past when we should be moving on. We ended things, but stayed friends and continued in the lifestyle separately. I lost my husband when he found out what we did and went back to being on my own. I never touched another young man again and only interacted with men who were into BDSM." She stops again and I think I'm going to pass out. This is horrible.

"Your dad tracked Clinton down for me. I wanted to tell him what he did. I wanted him to know what his actions caused… the damage he did, but the sick bastard died of an overdose. Seems his ghosts where catching up with him and he couldn't handle it. You know… I was not the first and also not the last. If I had spoken up, if I had told everyone what he did, I could have been the last. I could have prevented the other girls from going through what I went through. How do I deal with that? How do I go on from here, knowing that I indirectly caused what happened to the girls after me? Living with the fact that I might have successfully ruined another man's life with my own actions was hard enough, but add this…" She looks up to me, tear streaks on his cheeks and sorrow in her eyes. "I'm a horrible person, Anastasia. You should not get close to me. I ruin everything I touch and I will never be free of the ghosts of my past. I only told you half the story and believe me, when you know the rest, you will wish me dead. You are a good and pure person. You deserve to have people in your life that add value to it, not drag you down."

"Elena… I… I honestly don't know what to say. That's… I've heard a lot of sad stories in my life, but that… well, it's just… horrible. You were viciously abused and you continued that cycle of abuse with another young boy. You… should have known better. You need help, Elena, professional help, and you need to start to forgive yourself. I understand that you and the young man might think that you helped each other get over the wrongs done to you, but it was still child abuse and you could have ended up in jail. I'm not sure what to make of this, but Elena, I know there is good in you. You are not a bad person, you did bad things…illegal things. He might have thought that what you did was helping him, but he was a child who did not know better and according to the law, he didn't even have the right to say yes. You on the other hand, was an adult that did know better, who even knew what the same actions did to you. I don't know Elena, you were dealt a horrible hand in life and you continued down that dark path. That said, you know what you did wrong. You understand the consequences of your actions and you actually feel bad about it. With the right therapist, you're not a lost cause and I'm sure in time you will forgive yourself."

"Not all people are worth saving, Ana. One day you will learn that lesson."

"But every person should at least be given the chance."

Before Elena could say another word, her eyes almost pop out of her head and I turn to follow her gaze. Christian is on his way over to us and I look to Sawyer with my newly perfected death glare. At least he has the grace to give me an apologetic smile.

"Christian, hello. What are you doing here?" I ask, getting up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, but he presses me against him, holding me in his embrace for a couple of seconds. Then he walks over to Elena and gives her a kiss on the cheek before taking a seat beside me and taking my hand in his.

"Ladies, what's going on?" He asks, taking the bottle of wine and pouring a glass for himself. Arrogant… just another word to describe Christian Grey.

"Nothing. I thought you were playing golf with Elliot." I say and Elena uses this time to pull herself together.

"We did. Kate called." Is all he says and all he needed to say. Kate knows exactly how to get Elliot to do precisely what she wants him to do and when she wants him to do it. I should ask her for some tips. "Everything okay, Elena?" He turns his attention towards Elena and impressively, she has her perfect mask back on.

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be? We were just having some girl talk." She explains, but when Christian narrows his eyes, I see that he is not falling for that and he is not going to let it go.

"I was actually on my way back to my apartment. Coming?" I ask him as I start to get up.

"You know what, why don't you go ahead with Sawyer, baby. I will meet you there in a short while?" Okay, not what I expected and I'm not completely sure what to do, so I say bye to Elena and kiss Christian before I turn around and walk out of the restaurant. What the hell just happened?

Christian POV:

When I got Sawyers text about what he saw as a problem with Ana and Elena, I did not expect to see a shaken up Elena when I got here. I was expecting an argument and walked in on Elena with tears in her red rimmed eyes. I watch Ana until she is safely escorted out by Sawyer before I turn towards Elena.

"What the fuck is going on?" When she opens her mouth, I lift my hand to point my finger in the air. "Don't lie to me, Elena. I can see you are upset and want to know what happened." I'm fairly certain that she did not tell Ana about us since Ana didn't tell me to fuck off and leave her alone, but with Elena, one can never be too sure about anything.

"I told her about us," she says softly and the wine glass stops half way to my mouth. I freeze, partly out of shock and partly to stop myself from reaching across this table and wringing her fucking neck.

After minutes, I put down the glass and look at her with a look that can melt the North Pole. If she just ruined my relationship with Ana, so help me…

"You better tell me you are fucking kidding. Have you lost your damn mind? What the fuck were you thinking? I warned you, Elena. You do not want to fuck with me." I go off, careful not to raise my voice even though I would like nothing more than to scream her fucking ears off. I think I'm having a panic attack. Ana is going to leave me. I will lose her for sure and all because Elena could not keep her fucking mouth shut. When I loosen the top button of my shirt in an attempt to breathe, she waves her hand dismissively.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. I didn't tell her it was you, I merely told her some things of my past and ended with what happened between us. Ana was not impressed and tried to keep her cool, but I could see the judgement in her eyes. She says I need help." She tells me matter-of-factly, but I'm fuming.

"You do need to get your head checked out. Are you fucking crazy? Ana will never understand. She will walk away from me, and you, so fast our heads will spin. And I will warn you for the very last time, Elena. If you do anything to ruin my relationship with Anastasia, and I do mean anything, I will go nuclear on your ass. Think of the angriest you've ever seen me…that's nothing compared to how unbelievably enraged I will be when she leaves me because of shit you tell her. If anyone is telling her anything about me, it will be me. Do I make myself clear?" I spit out, wanting to get out of here and ensure I still have a girlfriend.

"Crystal. Now will you calm down? I did not tell her anything about you, or at least she does not know it's about you." She takes the glass of water and smiles… fucking smiles, as if this is even remotely funny. "You are different around her… calmer… happier. The change is clear to everyone around you. Do you think telling her everything about yourself is a good thing? I don't want to see either of you getting hurt, and Christian, even though you won't admit it to anyone, least of all yourself, you're in love with that girl. I'm not sure you will survive not having her in your life."

I sit there staring at her, wrecking my brain for a response and coming up with nothing. She's right about one thing… I won't survive not having Ana in my life. But love? I can't love Ana. I can't love anyone. I was not a nice man before Ana and I'm certain that I will be a nightmare to be around after Ana.

"I have to go." I say and get up. "Don't mess this up for me, Elena. I'm begging you. And whatever it is that's gotten you so upset, needs to be dealt with. You should consider seeing someone. Talk to you later." With that I turn around and walk towards the car as quickly as possible.

When I get to Ana's apartment, she is in sweat pants and a top with bare feet. As much as I would like to tear that from her fine body and fuck my insecurities away, maybe approaching this differently will be best in this case. I take her hand and lead her to her bedroom, stopping when I see the open suitcase on the bed partially filled with clothes. This can't be fucking happening right now. But then again, if she figured it out and wants nothing to do with me, she wouldn't have let me in.

"Going somewhere?" I finally get out and I'm surprised with how calm that just sounded.

"Yes, to visit my mother remember?" I let the relieve wash over me, pulling her into my arms and kissing the top of her head. "I'm going to miss you." She says softly, grabbing the back of my shirt.

"Ana, can I please fly down with you? I will just make sure you are okay and then fly back on Tuesday." I finally approach the subject and wait for her to say no, but smile like an idiot when she nods against my chest.

For the rest of the evening we sit and watch movies, make out like teenagers and talk about little things. I've never felt as relaxed as I feel in this very moment. I feel twenty eight. I feel alive and I feel cared for. Things I never thought I would feel and never felt I deserved to feel.

When we walk towards her bedroom, hand in hand, she suddenly stops.

"Your mother phoned me today. She wants to have breakfast with me and Kate before we all leave tomorrow. I think Mia is joining us too."

"Will you stop by Grey House when you're done? We can leave from there to the airport?" I suggest and smiles knowing that she will see the one thing I did that I can actually be proud off. GEH is my life and has kept me going all these years.

Ana POV:

"Grace, this is… wow…I honestly don't know what to say. You really don't have to do this." I say, shocked. I thought we were invited for a relaxing breakfast, not a job offer.

"Ana, I need someone to assist families in need at Helping Hands and you are qualified and need a job. John is very busy and can only assist with a small number of cases a week. We will be helping each other and in the process help others in need. Please say you'll take the job." Grace says and there is just no way that I would say no to this.

"Sure, it will be great. I can only start on Monday though." I say, feeling guilty about taking a job and then not being able to start immediately.

"Monday will be fine. We will talk about the details then."

"Okay, so now that the two of you got the formalities out of the way, we do need your help." Mia says, looking from me to Kate, both with confused expressions. "See, we were supposed to have an art exhibition at the gala on Saturday, but the artist pulled out yesterday and we've been struggling to find a replacement. Elliot happened to mention that one of your friends is a photographer and we were wondering if he would have enough material to do an exhibition for us." She looks towards Kate who is already scrolling for Jose's number with one finger in the air, signalling for us to give her a second.

"Hey, it's me… I don't have time for chit chat. I want to know if you have enough material to assist Elliot's mother this coming Saturday…Yes, I'm sure she won't mind and you know I definitely won't… Not for sale, got it… The other items are negotiable… Okay, but this is for charity. Any chance that some of the proceeds can be given to Helping Hands?... No, twenty five percent. This is for charity, Jose… Okay, you've got a deal. I'll give your details to Mia, Elliot's sister, and you can make arrangements with her… And Jose, sell one picture of me and you will be Joselyn when I get my hands on you. I have plans for those pictures… Love you too. Gotta run. Thank you." She puts the phone down on the table and reach for her morning fix. "Okay, you've got someone willing to display at the gala. Twenty five percent of the proceeds will go to Helping Hands. He doesn't have enough material for a full display and will need to use some of our pictures." She points from me to her and I want to object, but how can I. This is for charity. "I told him it won't be a problem, but Mia, I'm leaving you in charge of any pictures of me. It is not to be sold to anyone."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Mia screams, jumping up and hugging both Kate and myself…not that I did anything…well, I didn't say no to using my pictures.

"Sorry that we will miss the gala, but the next one I will make sure we will attend." Kate explains and I'm sure she's sorrier that she will miss a social event than the fact that the entire Grey family won't be in attendance at a function hosted by the Grey's.

"Ana, dear, are you sure you don't mind that pictures of you will be in the display. You don't have to say yes if you feel uncomfortable with it." Grace says, patting my hand.

"I'm fine with it. Really. I haven't seen how they came out yet, but Jose is a brilliant photographer so I'm sure they came out nicely." I say confidently, but inside I'm all nerves. "I think it will be best if we keep it between us though. I don't mind, but Christian is another story. I don't want him to interfere and well… we're talking about Christian."

"Not to worry, Ana. I will make sure that he doesn't know about a thing until Saturday evening."

After breakfast, that took much longer than anticipated, I make my way over to Grey House. We want to leave at three this afternoon in order to not arrive too late in Georgia, but since I never finished packing, we will have to stop by my apartment on the way to the airport. Luckily Luke already informed Taylor of the change in plan and everything has been arranged. If I'm honest with myself, I've come to like having Luke around, not that I will ever admit that to Christian.

In the very expense lobby of Grey House, I start to feel a little nervous and a whole lot uncomfortable. I'm not the corporate type and feel out of place with my jeans and plain black shirt, but at least I had the sense to put high heels on with this outfit. The receptionist looks me up and down… twice, before taking the time from her busy schedule to greet me. This is just what I need right now.

"Hello. Welcome to Grey House. Do you have an appointment?" She says with what is possibly the most fake friendliness I have ever encountered.

"Uhm… no. I'm here to see Christian Grey." I say and Luke is busy typing on his phone. For once I hope its Taylor he is communicating with as she probably never met Luke.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Grey only allows visitors who have an appointment. Please make an appointment with his office." She says and then carries on with something on her computer. What the hell? It's not like I'm at the White House demanding to see the President of the United States.

"Sorry, but can you please let him know that Anastasia is down stairs? I'm sure he will clear this up quickly." I ask her in the calmest tone possible and a huge fake smile to match hers.

"As I said, Anastasia, Mr. Grey works strictly on appointment only." And just then Taylor comes to my rescue.

"Hello Ms. Steele. We were expecting you much earlier. Please follow me." He says, glaring at Ms. Blond.

"Mr Taylor, Ms Steele don't have an appointment." She informs him, but he continues towards the elevator to the right of the reception counter.

"Yes, she does. Any time Ms. Steele comes by, please ensure that she is granted access immediately. Luke, will you please wait for me in my office, I have something that I need to discuss with you. I will escourt Ms. Steele to Mr. Grey's floor."

When the elevator opens on the top floor, it is exactly what I imagined… white. Even the two women behind the desks are blond. What is it with this man and white? It is such a huge contrast to his red room of pain. Maybe the white is to balance out his dark past?

"Olivia, while Andrea is on the phone, please can you inform Mr. Grey that Ms. Steele is here to see him. Ana, if you need anything, please let me or Sawyer now." Then he turns around and walks back to the elevators. "Have a nice day ladies."

When the elevator doors close, I turn around and come face to face with the two blonds. The one glaring at me and the other still on the phone. While I wait for Olivia to make the call she was told to make, Andrea ends her call and pays attention to me.

"Please take a seat Ms. Steele. My name is Andrea. Can I get you something to drink while you wait?" she asks, but the other one is still glaring. Maybe they aren't used to people dressed in jeans asking to see their boss.

"Yes, please. Water will be fine." I say and take a seat on the white couch in front of what I assume is Christian's office. Neither of the two ladies have informed him yet of my arrival, so I might as well get comfortable. When Andrea returns with my water, she frown at Olivia who is starting to make me really uncomfortable.

"Olivia, have you informed Mr. Grey yet of Ms. Steele's arrival?"

"No, he is still in his meeting with Mr. Welch." She spits out, like it should be common knowledge and I fully expected her to roll her eyes.

"I want fucking answers, Welch. A person don't just disappear into thin fucking air. Do whatever you need to do, but give me something useful." I jump at the sound of Christian screaming and thank my lucky stars that I'm not Maya. Upset Christian is not easy to deal with and when you can't stand up for yourself because he is your boss, I can only imagine how terrible it must be.

"I'm glad I'm not the next one to go into that office." Olivia says to Andrea.

"Olivia, maybe you should notify Mr. Grey that he has a visitor waiting?" She tells her again, but Olivia still makes no move to pick up her phone.

"A visitor without an appointment. Since when does Mr. Grey take visitors without appointments anyway? Taylor should have known better."

Unfortunately for Olivia, none of us were looking at the door, until it was too late.

"A visitor that does not need an appointment and Taylor does know better, apparently you don't." A very unhappy Christian scolds Olivia who has turned a bright shade of red. I'm not a vindictive person, but she is not a nice person and very unprofessional so I don't feel even a bit sorry for her right now. "Welch, I want answers by tomorrow." He says to the young man walking out after him and then walks over to me. "Sorry to keep you waiting, baby. I wasn't aware that you arrived." The light kiss on my lips are met with a couple of gaps, which go away as quickly as they came when Christian turns around to face his three shocked employees. "I'm sure you all have something better to do than stare at us. Ana, this is Welch, my Head of security." Welch offers his hand and I'm relieved to see that there is actually someone here with genuine friendliness.

"Ana, nice to meet you. I hope you like living in Seattle." He says and I wonder for a second how he knows I just moved here, but being Christian's Head of security, he probably knows a lot more about Christian, and me, than what he should…or want to.

"Nice to meet you too. It's a lot different than Portland, but at least I moved down with friends, so the move was easy." I say, but Christian is starting to pull my hand towards his office, so I cut the conversation short. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

The second the door closes, Christian is on me, kissing me like he hasn't seen me in weeks when we have spent the night together last night. When he pulls away, we are both breathless and I for one, turned on. I've gone my entire life without sex and now can't seem to get enough of it… or rather enough of him.

"I missed you. This morning has been filled with one drama after another. For the salary packages I give my staff one would think that they will do their jobs without me having to check up on them all the time." He says, taking my hand and leading me towards the, you guessed it, white couches in the corner of his office. "How was your morning?"

"Definitely better than yours. Your mother offered me a job, which I accepted. I start on Monday." I tell him, excitement clear in my voice.

"My mother offered you a job and you accepted?" He asks and for someone who don't like to repeat himself, he sure expect me to do it far too often.

"Yes, I don't like to repeat myself, Mr. Grey." I repeat the words that he used on me once and he smiles.

"Fair point well made, Ms. Steele. I just thought that maybe you would have wanted to discuss it with me first." Why the hell would I do that? But I know better than to say that out loud.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal. Before you make any decisions regarding your company, you discuss it with me first and before I make any decisions regarding my career, I will discuss it with you first." This is naturally met with utter disbelieve.

"It's not the same thing, Ana. This is my company."

"Exactly my point. This is your company and we are talking about my career. So, whatever decisions I make regarding my career, is mine to make alone. Whatever decisions you have to make regarding your company, is yours to make on your own."

"But I had plans." And the five year old rears his head again.

"Yes, and I had plans. Those plans included finding a job and your mother offered me one which I gladly accepted."

"You don't need a full time job, Ana." Oh, this man is exhausting without even trying.

"Christian, I do need a full time job. I don't want to depend on anyone for anything. I wanted to get a job for years, but Ray wouldn't allow it. Now that I've graduated, I can find a job and support myself." I tell him, fully expecting his next words.

"I want to take care of you."

"So take care of me, but not financially and that is not even up for discussion." With a sigh he looks at his watch and start to get up.

"We will have to get going, but this discussion is far from over." Yep, I didn't think it would be. Christian is used to getting his way and he will bring this up again.

Before we leave, I run quickly to the ladies room and is back just in time to catch the last bit of a tense discussion.

"Full access, Andrea. I don't care if I'm in a meeting, you will ensure that I'm notified immediately when Ms. Steele arrives. And Olivia, as I said, no appointment needed. In future, please do as Taylor says as he knows better than anyone what I will allow."

I wanted to wait a couple of seconds for the atmosphere to clear, but since that looks like it will take longer than what we have time for, I walk back towards the reception and take his hand, loving the expression on the two ladies faces.

"I'm ready to go. Enjoy the rest of the week ladies."

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