She's GONE - A Fifty Shades Fanfiction

~Chapter 16 - Christian ~

It had only been a few days since I killed Hyde in self-defense. I would do it again in a heartbeat, but I have to deal with the fucking fallout. The cops have been on my case, trying to pin it on me. Yep, they've declared it a homicide. I've been to the precinct many times. They've come to my home and o my business. I think the DA was looking to pin it on me since he was up for reelection this year.

In my mind, I could see the headlines now: 'The DA had Christian Grey, billionaire, arrested for killing the man who killed his wife and child and kidnapped his current girlfriend. More details at 11'clock. Fuck. That alone would ruin me. Clients would drop off the face of the earth. My business would hit the shits quick. It would be literal hell.

But none of that mattered to me if I did not have Sarah. And that was hanging on by a thread. Despite me saving her from the fucker Hyde, Sarah was trouble trusting me. Oh, she said everything was fine now that I was here with her, but things had changed between us. She was pulling away from me. Was she upset with me about not telling her the truth?

Sarah had every right to be upset with me. It was my fucking fault that I let Elena back into my life which led Hyde back in. I knew the consequences, but I didn't care. I just wanted companionship. I was desperate for it. I missed Ana and Teddy, but I couldn't just let well enough alone. I should have just let everything play out in time. Maybe Hyde would have stayed in jail and rotted away. Who knows, maybe I would have met Sarah on my own without an Angel intervening. Thank you by the way.

After arriving home last night, I reached down for her hand, but Sarah pulled away quickly. Okay, that stung a bit. I frowned at her. All I wanted to do was show her I was here, but it was understandable for what she went through...What I put her through, indirectly.

"Why don't we go, sit, and talk for a bit." I know it was too early, but maybe we could talk about it, lay it all out there, we could deal with it, and maybe slowly move on.

Sarah let out a sad, wary sigh. "I don't want to talk about it right now. I just want a hot bath and go to bed. I just want to forget."

"I understand." I just nodded and watched her disappear into the bedroom, her feet padding on the tile floor.

I knew what Sarah was doing. I've done it many times. I knew how unhealthy it was to let that shit sit, churn and fester inside you till it bursts. All that rage, she needed Flynn if she didn't want me to help her.

What was that? I turned towards my bedroom. It was all around me echoing, through me, inside and out. It was Sarah weeping. It was breaking my heart.

"Sarah..." I rushed into the bathroom.

"Sarah..." I stood in the doorway watching her crying as she leaned up against the tub.

Sarah glanced up at me with those sad, red eyes, as big fat tears slipped down her pretty face.

Rushing to her side, I knelt down next to her, wrapping my arms around her, and holding her close to me. "I'm here."

"Why can't I forget?" Her strangling question sat in the air between us.

How did I answer something like that?

Sarah gripped my shirt tightly as if she was trying to crawl inside me to get closer to me, crying uncontrollably. Her body rocked, shivered through all her of tears, till she had no more tears to cry. We did not move; we stayed in the same spot.

After a while, I could feel and hear her slow, evening breathing, and I knew she had fallen asleep.

What did the fucker do to you?