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💚 So, this story is dedicated to two particular authors with whom I have briefly touched on those issues, and who make amazing stories. paleseptember10 & Krooela. Go check them out, you won't regret it.
💚 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‼️
Chapter 8: The Fifth Sin (2,0K)
Christian's Pov
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When comes Monday, I am already tired for the week to come. I have to go to Portland to do that big old speech. Elliott is coming with me on Wednesday since it's at Miss Kavanagh's university and we hope that we can explain the situation to her. And a part of me hopes that Rose graduates from this particular university as well. I mean, sure, she would know who I am, but I would get to see her.
I tried to get out of her which university she was studying at, but the whole stalker/serial killer conversation came back, and she just said that she was studying in the University located in the United States of America. That's really helpful.
Right now, I'm eating my dinner, thinking of what Marta said about Rose and her abnormal silence over the weekend. Since it's not complete radio silence, I can't be worried that she's hurt or something, but … she's not as responsive as usual.
Martha sees different reasons. Either she's waiting for me to make a pass so we can go to the next step in our relationship, and we all know that ain't happening. Either I should bite the bullet and ask her about her behaviour. So here I am, typing over and over different messages without sending them, feeling ridiculous like a stupid teenager. And in the end, I settle for the simplest one.
Everything okay? ~ Christian
I keep eating, my eyes locked on the screen, and my heart quickens when I see the three little writing dots. They keep coming and going, making me wonder if she's going to just ignore me, but finally, her message appears,
Can I ask you a question? ~ Rose
I frown, not sure why this warranted so many back and forth in the little dots. Maybe she found out who I am. But that shouldn't make her decide to stop talking to me. Friends don't care about the other's background, right?
Sure. ~ Christian
I'm talking in hypothesis, here. Because I am not sure what to tell someone who is in this situation. ~ Rose
I don't reply anything, just watching the dots blinking again and again as I finish my food. Is she writing a freaking novel?
So, as you know, I had my finals last week, and I'm pretty sure I aced most of them, hehe 😎😎😎. But on Friday, we decided to go celebrate and breathe out the tension of the past year(s). It was our usual group of friends. Same old, same old. You know students, any excuse to drink. So anyway, there is this guy friend who's had a crush on this girl for a while now, but she's always made sure to let him know that it was friendship or nothing for her. Comes the end of the celebrations, and the guy needed a place to crash since he lives pretty far from campus, and the girl offered her couch because that's what good friends do. But when came time to get to bed, he tried a bit forcefully to follow her to her bed instead of using the very comfortable and spacious couch. And she had to tell him no twice before punching him away and throwing him out of her place, telling him to cab it home. Since then, he's been nothing but apologetic, blaming the booze and the lack of judgement, and … well she's not sure of what to do. And I don't know what to tell her. I mean, I do think he crossed a line he shouldn't have crossed, but they are good friends and he does really seem sorry … ~ Rose
Wow, I didn't mean to send a whole novella. But since you're a guy, and wise beyond your years (being old and all) maybe you can help me see clearly through that. What am I supposed to say to either of them? ~ Rose
I have to read the first text twice, my blood boiling. I don't even smile at her joke in the second text. All I can think about is throwing a punch at that asshole. She said 'friend', but we all know that it's her. Rose is a terrible liar. But Martha's words echo to my mind, and I try not to jump to immediate conclusions.
It's not you, is it? ~ Christian
You need to pay attention when you read, Christian. I said: "Because I am not sure what to tell someone who is in this situation." ~ Rose
I am paying attention, and that fucking text is fucking vague. She might not know what to tell to herself. Or to the asshole who tried to sexually harass her whilst she was under the influence. It has been such a long time since I've had this urge of rage directed toward someone in particular. If I see that fucker, he's dead. Still, a part of my brain does feel proud that she punched him. She should have finished him off, but Rose is a petite thing, let's not kid ourselves here, she can't take on anyone.
I am just boiling, and I only realise how angry I am when I notice that I completely bent my fork backwards. I don't do cheap, and it's proper steel, so I let it go, typing with one hand whilst letting circulation back in my other hand
Rose, did a guy try to take advantage of you whilst you were intoxicated? ~ Christian
Who talks like that? Drunk. The word is drunk, grandpa. And you didn't answer my question. ~ Rose
ANSWER MINE! ~ Christian
Forget it. This was obviously a mistake. Goodnight. ~ Rose
If she thinks I'm going to let this go. I immediately press the call button, perfectly aware that I'm breaking some kind of unspoken rule. We never call each other, but right now, I don't care. Why doesn't she answer the fucking question? And why doesn't she answer her fucking phone? I go to voicemail and I have to get up and pace to calm myself as I angrily type.
Pick up the fucking phone! ~ Christian
I don't even give her time to try to answer something, and immediately try to call her again, and this time she picks up, snapping at me,
"You're not my Dad, you know! If I don't want to pick up, you just have to accept that."
I ignore her. I have more pressing matters at hand. Like the fucker! "Did someone try to sexually assault you?!"
"I never said that. You clearly didn't pay attention to what I wrote. I said a friend—"
I don't let her finish and cut her down, making my way to the boxing room, "And you're obviously a poor liar who can't even lie through texts. Who is the fucker?"
Maybe I can rally Elliott with me and we can pay that asshole a visit before graduation day. Portland is not that big, and if he has an uncommon name, I will find him just looking through the yellow pages.
She sighs, clearly not impressed, "Christian, I don't need a knight in shining armour. I need advice from someone exterior from the situation. I am angry right now, and I know that won't help me make a rational decision. That's why I asked for your input. Not for you to go all Hulk on me."
"The rational decision is to cut him off from your life! You report his ass and if he goes even one mile too close to you, you call the police!" I snap, relieved that she's willing to see reason. Or so I thought,
"That seems a bit like an overreaction," She lightly says, as if we're talking about the fucking weather
"The guy tried to sexually assault you!" I remind her. How can she be so casual about this? I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it all goes out of the window when she petulantly retorts,
"But at the end of the day, he didn't."
I am so glad I had the good hindsight to move to the boxing room. Without even thinking about it, I punch the bag in front of me before closing my eyes and deep breathing through my nose. In. Out. Breathe, Grey! I definitely need to get a session with Martha before next week. Because I haven't felt this angry in years.
"If someone points a gun at you and threatens to kill you, are you going to invite them to your next Sunday roast? No! It's the fucking same! The fucker crossed the line and you wonder what's politically correct?! Who is he?"
She didn't try to interrupt me once in my tirade, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't appreciate my tone. Mia didn't appreciate it when I would shout at her. Once I'm done ranting, she sarcastically says,
"What if I give you his name? What are you going to do? Go to church and light a candle hoping he falls down the stairs? Don't be ridiculous, Christian."
"Rose …" I growl clenching and unclenching my fist in a desperate attempt to not explode.
"It's okay, Christian. I'll handle it. But thank you for your input. I really appreciate it and it helped me see clearly."
She'll handle it. I roll my eyes. The girl barely weights 110lbs, wet, and she thinks she can handle people? Especially hormonal assholes who clearly can't take no for an answer? Who is she trying to kid? Me? Or herself?
She sighs due to my lack of response, and chastises me, "That's the part where you're supposed to say, 'You're welcome. I love giving the best advice to the young generation so they can quote me later in life as being an awesome inspiration to them'."
Okay, I can't help but chuckle at her poor imitation of my voice. That girl has no future in the voiceover industry. But the fact is, it does calm me down a bit. She's taking my word seriously, but I still make sure that she won't be doing anything stupid, like talking to the fucker again,
"Just promise me that you won't talk to him again."
"Once again, you're not my Dad," She singsongs before adding, "But I will do my best."
"Rose," I growl again.
"It's complicated. I'll avoid him as much as I can. Happy, Mr Grumpy-Pants?"
No. I'm not happy. I don't want her to ever see that fucker again, I don't care about the complicated. I want her to stay as far away as possible from him. If this was Mia, I would have a Taylor 2.0 on her ass 24/7. But if I propose that to Rose, she'll definitely think I'm a psycho.
I hear her sigh once again since I didn't respond again, and she tells me, "You know, even though you called to basically shout at me, I like your voice on the phone. It's … charming."
I clear my throat and just tell her before hanging up, "I should go. Just don't come in contact with that fucker again."
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 So, now we know why Rose didn't contact Christian much. How did he do?
💚 And what do you think Martha will say about that?
And do you agree with Christian? Do you think Rose can't fend for herself? You know, being the frail little thing she is ...
💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?
💚 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 💚💚💚