A week has passed. A week since the horrible incident. A week since Christian and I had a decent conversation. Oh we spoke to each other, just not about what happened or what is happening to us as a family. We played with Teddy and had family dinners every day for the last week, made subtle comments to each other but never a full on conversation. A week since we slept in the same room together. Things were bad, and at this point I have no clue what to say to him. I know he's mad at me, and knowing Christian he's just as mad at himself for not being here with us when the incident happened.
Detective Clarke was still trying to figure out how someone could've entered our home; with it being so heavily guarded. We all have an inkling as to who it could be, but there's no evidence. I mean it can't be just mere coincidence that as soon as he is somehow out on probation that our dog was mauled. Holy shit! What if someone else is trying to hurt us and not just Jack? We do have a lot of persons who'd probably want to see us fail. Christian is so successful and awfully rich, and I'm the CEO of Grey's Publishing. Oh God , oh God!
Does Christian think the same thing? Would he tell me, if he thought we were in danger? Slightly chuckling to myself I roll my eyes, of course he wouldn't. My domineering Fifty would not want me anywhere near the chaos. He'd have me tied up somewhere if it was all up to him. The irony my subconscious sneered at me. Sighing, I turn on my side to see the space beside me empty, even though I know he did not sleep here with me, it still hurt to find the space so empty; so cold. I reach over and touch the pillow feeling my heart break all over again, oh how I miss my Fifty. Maybe he'll get tired of watching me from the chair and he'll finally come to bed with me.
Maybe you need to apologize. I have apologized. Again! I spent most of last week trying to apologize, trying to make it up to him. I know he's hurt but I didn't really mean to lie, I just didn't want him to worry. I think I've blown enough smoke up his ass , it's been a week for Christ sakes!
Throwing off the covers I climb off the bed. He'll listen to me, if it's the last thing he does! It's been a week , a fucking week. I've been sleeping alone, keeping my thoughts in my head, biting my tongue whenever something comes up. No, it stops now ! Marching out the bedroom door I turn down the hallway on a mission. Stopping by Teddy's room I check to see if he's still asleep and he is; good he doesn't need to hear what colorful words mommy have to say to his father. Walking as fast as possible matching the newfound anger bubbling inside me I skirt down the stairs and into the living room only to spot the subject of my anger and Mrs. Jones in the kitchen having a nice conversation and breakfast. Mrs. Jones spots me first and motions me over.
"Ana!" She smiles tentatively, already feeling the tension in the room. Christian stops smiling and stares hard into his empty plate. "Sit, and I'll make you a plate. How're you feeling today?"
"I'm doing great, Mrs. Jones." Placing high emphasis on great just so my husband could grasp how upset I was. "Would you mind if I borrow Mr. Grey for a while?"
She nods and scurries away.
He finally turns around and look at me, steel gray eyes blazing. "Anastasia." Oh, so he's mad too! We're in for a helluva ride. Hang on! I stand my ground and stare right back at him.
"Christian," I say, anger teetering towards the break point. "Can we talk?"
"At this point I have nothing to say to you, Anastasia." He mutters giving me a very resigned smile.
"Then why are you doing this?" I scream stepping right in front of him hands flailing. "Why haven't we had a single conversation for the past week? Why are you not in bed? Why haven't you touched me?" I ask, my voice breaking. "I don't see you. You come home late each night and you stay in that fucking chair and watch me sleep."
"Language," he warns softly. Seething now, I step closer and I'm all but in his face. "I need an answer! Why? Why Christian? Is it because I lied?"
"Yes!" He shouts jumping to his feet , causing me to jump back. "You lied to me! I called that same evening and you said everything was fine! That you guys were fine. Only to come home and find that you're not and that some fucking maniac came and killed our dog!" He run his hands through his hair, frustrated by the whole situation.
"I was fine. I am fine! And I'd lie again if it meant that I didn't have to worry you about things I can take care of. It could've even been a bear that killed the dog."
Teeth bared he grabbed me by the lapels, "Don't stand there and insult me, Anastasia."
" Insult you? Do you know how insulting it is to have to ask Mrs. Jones where my husband is?" I look straight at him now that we're almost at eye level. "That's insulting. Walking around like I'm being punished like a petulant child."
He smirks slyly and mutters beneath his breath, " you are being punished."
Shock radiates through me and I am at loss for words. The anger slowly drains from my body into a cold puddle of hurt and pain. No longer do I have the struggle to fight, to argue. Looking up at the man before me, I feel my knees get weak and blinding tears spring to my yes. Punished. Ha! Slowly, I back away from him prying, his hands off my shirt.
"Punished, huh?" Shaking my head, I allow the first tear to fall. Ha! How triumphant I felt waking up this morning ready to pick a fight. "What was I to learn from this punishment, Mr. Grey?"
Knowing he fucked up, he silently looks at me. "Was I to miss you so much and want you so badly that I'd just listen to whatever you said?" Already knowing the answer to my question, I chuckle miserably.
"How many more days were you going to give me then? To be a very good girl."
"Seven."
"An entire week more. How noble of you." Smiling I turned, and headed to the stairs, "consider it done."
"What?" He asked confused, reaching out to me. "Don't fucking touch me! Isn't that apart of your punishment?"
I see him visibly recoil at my outburst, anger still bright in his eyes, "you wanted this ! you want punishment. Well here it is!"
"Anastasia, don't be foolish. Please."
"Foolish?" Chuckling, I caress his cheek, fresh tears rolling down my own. " I love you. I want every waking breath with you, I want to hold you and kiss you every day for the rest of my life. That's what I promised on the altar. I vowed for better or worse; this is the worse and you lock me out every time. You don't get to use the love I have for you as punishment. This is a new low for you Christian. This time I won't give you the benefit of the doubt. Not this time. You fucked up immensely. "
With that I walk away and head up the stairs and thank God he didn't come after me.
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It's short I know. I just hoped you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is just a fill in chapter and also just so I can give an update to you all. It's been a while and I just want to thank all of you for supporting , 'My Fifty Shades'. I really appreciate!
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