A/N: I wasn't going to update so close to putting up the last chapter but I am just so excited to carry it on, I think I'm going to have too!
Thanks for all the reviews. It's not going to be an abuse story – well not in a physical sense. I re-read over my last paragraph a few times last night and I got shivers (big headed much) I honestly love writing as Morton cause I find him so darn creepy. Anyway, Ana….
I will be flipping between perspectives in this chapter!
Chapter 17 – Turn Around.
Ana
I hear the elevator ping and I open my eyes alert. I just knew he wouldn't be able to leave. I roll my eyes and gather myself off of the sofa and make my way to the elevator. Even though I am slightly pissed, I am glad he decided to come home. I feel a little lost when he isn't here.
"Christ, Mr Grey that was quick. Did you miss me that much" I say as I turn around the corner.
I stop dead in my tracks. That is not Christian. That is not anyone I wanted to see. My breathing stops and I feel faint.
His brown eyes are looking me up and down. I feel sick. So fucking sick, I place my hand on my bump without really thinking what I were doing.
He is smiling at me and it is making my stomach churn. I want to run, run to Christian's office and pick up the phone but I can't. My legs are like rocks and they won't move.
"Hello little princess" he speaks. A shiver waves through my body. Those words make tears succumb to my eyes. I am shaking with fear. How did he get in here? A thought runs through my mind and then another and another.
I can't think straight. I try to quickly think of a plan but I can't. I can't run, not being this fucking pregnant. I pray that Christian is going to walk through that door but it's been minutes that feel like hours and he hasn't.
I quickly glance down and notice I'd dropped my phone on the floor. I know that I won't be able to bend down and pick it up quickly. Panic is setting in and I feel like I am going to hyperventilate.
I watch him as he slowly walks towards me as if I were a nervous animal. My eyes are wide with worry. No. NO. He is not doing this to me anymore.
I force my legs to move back, so every step he takes – I repeat backwards. I don't want him near me, near us.
"Well, haven't you changed Anastasia?" He speaks and each words hits me like a knife. I flinch. His voice brings back so many memories.
"You're a worthless little shit, Anastasia",
I close my eyes as snippets of his words flow back into my mind.
He steps forward to me and his arm is outstretched, as if he were trying to touch me.
"Please" was all I could choke out. I am scared shitless and all I want is fifty. I walk backwards once more and realise I've hit the wall. He's cornering me.
His smile is huge and his eyes never leave mine. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. He is so close to me now that I can feel his breath on me. The fragrance of cigarettes and beer flow into my nostrils and it's make me want to vomit.
I turn my head towards the right, I can't look at him. I see him lift his hand from under my lashes and he shakily touches my cheeks. I see him intake a breath and he looks like he getting off on the touch. I squirm at his warm fingers. Fuck, Please come home Christian.
Christian
"2 beers please" Elliott says to the annoying bar tender. She keeps working her way back to this side of the bar, battering her eyelashes at us both doing so. Ugh. Vile.
"Lets sit over there" I point to the booth and Elliott nods. I try to listen to him blab on about Kate and him but in all honestly I am not listening to a word he is saying.
I've left Anastasia alone in our apartment. Unguarded. Vile rises in my throat. Grey, you are a stupid son of a bitch.
I'm agitated as I just want to leave. I'm just going to leave. I go to grab my jacket from next to me and Elliott looks at me confused.
"Bro, we've just got here?"
"I need to get back to Ana. She's alone at home. I need to go" I say and slide my arms into my jacket holes.
"Dude, Ana will be fine. Lets have this one beer and I'll come back with you. C'mon man, I've even fucking paid for this" I roll my eyes and sit back in the booth.
This will be the quickest fucking beer of his life.
Ana
"You know Anastasia. You've always been special to me. I saw your photographs in the magazines. Your big blue eyes were on my TV screen. I remembered just how special you are and how special you made me feel" His facial expression is something I have never seen before. It made me want to scream.
I was still pressed against the wall. His arms were either side of my head. I was doing everything in my power not to move so I don't touch his skin.
"Please stop" I cry out and I'm transported back to when I were 8 years old and telling him to stop calling me fat.
"I've had my eye on you for a while Anastasia, you know that? I bet you do". I'm going to spew. He's been following me? How did no one notice?
"I am sorry about the accident though. I just needed to get that man out of the way. He follows you everywhere. How could I get to you with him there?" He starts but he's looking at the ceiling. He tone has gone 10 shades angrier.
The accident? He caused my car accident. Oh shit. I need to leave. I need to fucking get out of here. I watch him as he still stares at the ceiling and I quickly push him off of me. Fucking hell, that was hard. I have little to no energy left from that one push but I run – as much as my body allows – to Christian's study. I lock the door behind me and sag to the floor. I am jolted forward as I feel his hard kicks and punches to the wooden door. I crawl my way forward and grab the phone. I try to type in numbers but I can't stop shaking.
Call the police my subconscious screams but I don't want the police I want him.
"ANASTASIA" he shouts as he kicks the door "COME OUT, IT'S ONLY ME – STEVE. I'VE MISSED YOU".
I try to type in his number on the phone but my hands are shaking that I can't. I dial 911.
"please. Police please. Hurry. He's going to hurt me" I whisper down the phone.
Slam
slam
slam
his fist must be leaving dents on the door.
"ANASTASIA. FOR FUCK SAKE. OPEN THE DOOR". I drag my fingers down my face. I don't know what to do.
I try to phone Christian again but it goes to voicemail. FUCK. This is it isn't it? Hyde, the car accident. Every shitty thing in my life and this is how I'm being repaid now.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
And the office door swings open. I cry, really fucking cry knowing that I have nowhere to run now. I see his feet step towards me from under the desk.
He stops right in front of me and starts to kneel down. I peer up when his eyes lock mine. He puts his hand into his pocket and I feel fear. Please don't be a fucking gun I say to myself. To my relief he pulls out a packet of 20 cigarettes and lights one. He takes long drags and exaggerates the exhale of the smoke.
"I don't like how you ran from me" he starts "I am your biggest admirer. It's only me Ana. Don't you remember me?" I stare at him and I'm pretty sure he is mentally fucked up right now.
I can't begin to comprehend what he thinks we had, especially as I was only 8 at the time. I fear for myself and for my little boy, I have no idea what this man is going to do.
"Didn't you miss me Ana? I've thought about you for a while now. I must say, you have grown into a fine woman. I couldn't imagine that little girl turning into you" He looks at me greedily.
"I do like your apartment though. You married a rich fucker I see? I wonder how much money we can both rinse out of him. Oh baby, we can go live somewhere so, so private".
What. WHAT. My mind is fuzzing over. I can't take another fucking piece of information.
"For fuck sake Anastasia, fucking talk to me". His words make me jump. I have no idea what he wants me to say. I don't even know if I can speak. My head is full of the smoke he keeps blowing into my face.
I'm exhausted. I have nothing left.
Christian
I come back from the gentleman's room and pick my phone off of the table. Elliott is busy talking to someone – no doubt it's Kate grovelling for whatever asshole comment she said to him earlier.
I notice I have a missed call from my office phone and it confuses me. My first thought is Ana. I press dial on her name and her phone rings and rings. Nothing. Its only been 40 minutes since I'd left and I doubt Ana would have gone to bed that early.
I feel that uncomfortable feeling come back to my stomach and I try to ring my office phone back. No answer.
Something isn't right.
"we are going. Now". I say to Elliott and he nods, still talking on the phone. He follows me out and I rev the R8. I have no idea what I expect to see when I get home but I swear to god, she better just be asleep on the sofa.
"So Bro, back to yours?" I ignore him. I can't focus. I need to know she is okay.
"Fucking hell Christian, we are not in fast and furious" I carry on ignoring him. I am driving like a mad man but fuck, I don't give a shit.
I smash my fingers into the buttons and enter the code to my building. I don't park the car correctly, I jump out of my seat and head to the elevator.
"Wait up" I hear Elliott shout as he finally catches up to me. I enter the next code and we head upstairs. The door pings open and the first thing I notice is Ana's phone on the floor.
My scalp prickles. I look at Elliott and nod. Yes, brother this is really fucking serious. I hear a male laugh and I am pulsating with rage and fear. I walk over to my office and the door is battered off of it's hinges. I look around the room and see Ana sobbing underneath my desk. My eyes are over her like a rash and I don't think she's hurt but I can't be sure. Stood besides her was a man. A hideous man with an even more hideous mustache. Oh my hands are shaking with fucking poison. I don't have to ask who this is. Fucking Morton stands in front of me with the sickest smile of his face.
"And you must be Mr Grey" he speaks and holds out his hand. Is this asshole fucking deluded? Venom. I feel nothing buy venom rushing it's way through my veins. Elliott is stood behind me and this the most he has been quiet in a long time.
I move towards that ugly prick and with the sobs of my wife escaping her mouth besides him, I punch the asshole square in the face. I feel satisfaction when I hear his head smack against the wooden floor.
"Shit" Elliott says and phones the police himself. I pretty confident that he is out cold. I want to spit on him but I refrain.
I look down at my pregnant wife and my heart has been split open. She's broken. I bend down to be in front of her and her big blue eyes stare into mine and they are full of fear.
"Ana?" I say softly. She crawls out from under the table and places herself into me. She is sobbing insanely hard and I can feel her tears through my shirt.
"I don't want to be left alone in any buildings anymore" she says and I smile a little. After all of this she still tries to be funny.
"agreed" I reply just as the police turn up.
After many conversations and calls to my own security team. Morton was hauled off in the back of a police car and I will make sure he will join Hyde and rot in jail.
I notice the time and its 12am. Ana is asleep on the couch and I place a blanket over her. I want to move her to the bedroom but I decide not to. If she sleeps here tonight, so will I.
Taylor clears his throat and I head towards the kitchen to speak to him.
"Sir, I've let Bolton go" he repeats and I cock my head to the side. What did Bolton have to do with anything? I feel like he has been a wonderful security guard.
"Reasons?"
"He broke down on Sawyer and explained that the access codes that Morton got, were in fact from him". Yep. Rage. I ball my hands into fists.
"Really" I respond.
"Seems Bolton got very friendly with a Miss Frazier"
"and is she?"
"Yes sir. She's been taken in too".
"Thank you Taylor".
Everyone has left and I lay down on the floor by my wife. I am uncomfortable but I won't leave her. I am led into a land of sleep sound tracked by her peaceful breathing.
A/N : I have re-wrote this chapter multiple times and I just can't seem to get it right. But. I think I am mainly happy with this one.
Please don't be cruel. Lets hope it's all happy from here on out. Ana's pregnancy will be the main focus from now on I think.