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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 49: Deliverance (2,4K)

When I wake up in the morning, I call Taylor for him to come and pick me up so we can drop Ana off to work. Of course, she tries to argue that she doesn't mind the walk, even though it's raining cats and dogs. This girl can be quite ridiculous sometimes. She's going to have to get used to the idea of being driven around. Especially when it gives some advantages. Like me being able to grope her as much as I want. I don't think I'll ever tire of that.

But just for good measure, I do point out that to her she wouldn't need a driver or to arrive wet at work if she had a proper car since her Wanda is so unreliable. Of course, Ana being Ana chastises the fact that I dare criticise her stupid piece of metal crap with notions such as "respect your elders" and "Wanda has seen more than you ever will".

I can't wait for her to see her new car and see what a real car is supposed to be. Her car should be delivered this weekend to my place. She could have had it earlier, but I want the pleasure of seeing her face when she gets it. Plus, she can't refuse it to my face. Not after her whole thing about accepting any gifts I have for her birthday. I'll have to make sure she amends that for Christmas and any occasion I see fit. What's the point of having money if I can't spoil my girl whenever I want?

After dropping her off at work, I ask Taylor to drive me to Martha and then I give him the day off, though I ask him to bring me my car and leave the keys to the reception before he dispenses of the day however he wants it. If Ana hadn't made plans with her father, I would have gladly picked her up from work as well. Just so people know that she's well taken and that whatever rumours they read about us, this one is true. Plus it would have been a good occasion to scope out the place. But she had other plans.

Honestly, if her plans had been with anyone else, I would have asked her to change them. But the Colonel … First, he scares me. I'm man enough to admit that to myself. The man is scary and knowing that he did things that the government deems gruesome enough to hide is not reassuring me the least in the world. If he learns that I asked his daughter to choose me over him, I might be dead in the morning with my body lost in the limps of the Pacific Ocean. Second, and most importantly, I know what their meetings mean for them. What if he dies during his mission and I would have prevented Ana from seeing her father one last time? Nope. I don't want that on my conscience

As I get to Martha's office, I realise it is still early. Her secretary isn't even here already. But Martha is, lighting up her office and smiling when she sees me.

"This is unscheduled," I tell her and she nods, indicating her office as she tells me,

"I was expecting you."

I see a coffee next to the sofa, as well as her fragile trinkets out of the way. I sit at my usual place and take the coffee in my hands, looking at hers waiting by her chair as I recall the first time we really talked about Elena. I completely trashed her office then, but she didn't even flinch. I glance back at the trinkets out of reach and wonder if I would have been so calm if I hadn't seen Ana beforehand.

Ana has this … pacyfying power over me. Maybe it is due to her calming nature, or the fact that she always knows what to do and what to say to make me feel better, to make me feel safe. Ana is more than my girlfriend, she's more than the love of my life, she's my inner peace.

Martha finally comes into the room, sitting on her chair and when she takes her coffee, I open my mouth, wondering how she could have known I would come and see her. I didn't even know that until I woke up this morning. But I never get to ask because she immediately explained,

"Your father called yesterday and told me that Elena was being released for good behaviour."

Well, that is unexpected. I mean, I only know because Taylor told me because of his contacts. I had no idea that Dad kept tabs on her. And that he knew me so well to know that I'd seek out Martha soon after learning that awful news. I'm going to have to call him and have a talk with him.

Martha doesn't say anything, her notebook opened as she waits for me to say what I have on my heart and the truth is … the more I think about it, the more … hatred I feel toward that awful bitch. So I start to rant.

"I fucking hate that she's out! How is this even possible? Isn't the justice system supposed to keep the bad guys in jail? She didn't rob a bank, she molested many kids, me included! How is this fair? What kind of good behaviour does she have to be allowed to get out of jail like that? She's a paedophile! There is no good behaviour for her!

And how comes she's still alive? What about that urban legend that says that pedos don't fare well in jail? Why isn't she dead? I thought women could be vicious in prison when kids were involved! Or was this a lie too? I was supposed to be rid of her for the rest of my life! And now, she's roaming the streets of Seattle, as if nothing.

I fucking hate it!"

My rant lasts for ten good minutes during which Martha doesn't say anything, not even one of her infamous 'Mmmhmmm' and simply writes down a couple of things. When I am done ranting and hurling my feelings of hatred and injustice, I take a sip out of my coffee and she asks as if nothing,

"And how do you feel, now?"

I stare at her, briefly questioning her intelligence. Didn't she just hear me rant? Did she turn off her brain and think of her list of chores for the night? How does she think I feel? Really?! I've been telling her how I feel for the past ten minutes. But then I realise that Martha is just doing one of her favourite tactics. She is making me say out loud things in the hope that they will affect me less.

So I let her know, "I am full of hate. Pure and unfiltered hatred."

She nods, writing down something before she insists, "But besides that emotion."

I look down, thinking about it. What do I feel on top of the hate for that bitch troll? And then it hits me. It's an emotion I haven't felt in a long time. Especially not for her.

"I'm … scared. What if I walk into her in the streets?"

"You're no longer a child, Christian. You are a grown man. You cannot be so easily manipulated as she once did."

That's true. She can't bat her lashes at me and make me believe that she'll beat the shit out of me if I don't comply. But that's not necessarily what I am scared about. I'm more scared of what I could do. I don't want to end up in jail.

"What if I see her in the streets and I beat the shit out of her?" I clarify and she raises an eyebrow at me, reminding me,

"I thought that you had your anger issue under control?"

"I thought so too. But I …" I look down at my hands, seeing the poor state they are in.

Ana cleaned them so they wouldn't be infected, but the knuckles are all bruised, and I have a few cuts as well. Not to mention the way I've injured the skin of my knees. So I let out a sigh.

"I tried yesterday. I boxed, and it did nothing. And I trashed my apartment, breaking every clay I was working on. I was so … angry. And then … I went to see Ana. I couldn't breathe for shit or see clear, but when I went to see her, I broke down and cried in her arms like a baby. She's the one who calmed me down."

I hear Martha write down some of my confessions before she inquires with a curious tone, "You went to see Ana first?"

"Yes, why?"

"She was your first thought?"

"Yes, why?" I ask again, looking up to see her smirking victoriously as she writes down on her notepad and tells me,

"It's just that a few years, or even months ago, you would have come to see me first. Albeit you probably would have come before trashing your place, hence why I removed any breakable thing from your wake."

Is she jealous that I went to seek comfort with Ana first? Because you'd think she would be grateful that I grew and no longer feel the need to break her valuables. I broke my own and then I didn't appear in her office demanding that she dropped every other patient to tend to me. But then she explains further,

"What I get from that is that you have a lot of trust in Ana. You trusted her to emotionally level you and to be there for you in your hour of greatest need. You showed yourself bare and raw to her when it took me months for you to finally let down your walls with me. And we were seeing each other daily at the time."

"Well, I wasn't in love with you, was I?" I retort, but she seems quite happy with what she said.

She knowingly nods and writes down in her notepad as she asks me, "Have you explained to Ana why you were in such a state?"

"Yes." She writes some more and so I continue, "I told her about Elena. About how that bitch troll tried to ruin my adolescence, and about the fact that now she is considered like a free woman again. I told her everything and she didn't flinch once. In fact … she was quite reserved. She didn't give me her opinion on the matter. She just took in my rage."

I expectantly look at Martha, hoping she can explain that. Though I am grateful for Ana and the way she is with me, I guess I would have liked some sort of reaction from her. But then, Martha reminds me,

"Not everyone knows how to react to others' past trauma. People are often scared to say or do the wrong thing. Especially when it comes to something like rape. Remember how Elliot reacted when you first told him."

I nod, understanding. Elliott avoided me for a whole week after I told him. And when I asked him about it, he admitted that he was so angry for me that he didn't want me to misunderstand his anger and think it was aimed at me. Maybe that's how Ana feels and that's why she doesn't wasn't so bothered to go to her father's after that big revelation. And after that big step in our relationship.

I take a deep breath and lean against the headrest, putting my hands in my pockets as I look up and let Martha know,

"She touched me." I see her from the corner of my eyes writing down, and since I don't have any reaction from her, I specify, "On my chest."

This makes her stop and I close my eyes as I feel hers on me as she asks,

"Voluntarily?"

"I … I was a mess yesterday night. I'm not really sure of what happened but she definitely undressed me to put me to bed. And we fell asleep with me in her arms. When I woke up, I recalled her touching me and me not flipping out on her. So I decided to put it to the test and I took her hand to place it on my chest."

I hear her write down some more before she asks, "Did that trigger any attacks?"

"No."

"And afterwards?"

"No." I hesitate a little before explaining, "Ana … only brings me peace."

She writes down some more. Today ought to be a new record. She wrote so much that I'm surprised she doesn't have a cramp or something.

When she clears her throat I open my eyes to look at her and she asks with a very serious tone, "What about Elena? What are you going to do to her?"

Well, I know what I'd like to do, but as a member of society, I can't really do any of that. So I have to abide by the rules, even if she didn't. "I don't have a choice, do I. I'll have to learn to deal with it. But I'll call Eric and see what he knows. With a bit of luck, she won't stay in Seattle and she'll be removed enough from our lives for us to not think about her."

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💚 I know it has been a while, but I am working on my OG series, and I am wrapping up the final instalment. This is a little something for you whilst on a tiny break ^^

💚 So no one thought it was odd that Ana was chosing her father over Christian ... but I do want to remind you, Ray made a point to tell Christian that he was the one visiting Ana before a mission, not the other way around ...

💚 And this chapter was important to show how important Ana was to Christian. He went to see her bfore Martha, when everyone assumed it would have been the other way around ...

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚