She's GONE - A Fifty Shades Fanfiction

~Elena - Chapter 18 ~

When Christian accidently killed Hyde, I panicked. I was in it way too deep. I did not know what to do or even how to help myself. I just knew that I had to get out some way, get away from all of it. I know it would make me guilty by association, but if I were on the run, no one would be able to find me. At least, that was the way I saw it.

But how was I going to do any of that? Of course, blackmail my clients. They would do anything to know have me reveal who they were. Their wives were stingy, so they come to me to get their ass beat. They loved it. The women would be appalled. Their marriages would be over. Well, not my fault. I just provided a service.

Pulling the strings had been easy. I just made a few phone calls to a senator and our governor and got what I wanted. I headed straight to Mexico without stopping at customs. I was smuggled into the country and to my final destination within a few days of going. I have been here ever since.

As I sit here on the veranda, looking out at the yard. It was all desert and sand; it was very desolate. And I was all alone. ALONE! Left to my thoughts. Those thoughts drifted to Christian. I put him in jail. I'm the reason all of them are in prison. I did it. I brought Hyde back, knowing what it would do to Sarah and Christian? How could I do all that? How did I go so far out of reach? All I wanted was Christian for myself. And look at the fucking damage I caused. I ruin everything I touch lately.

With a sigh, I stood up and went into the hacienda. It was a small studio. Living room and bedroom to the right and dining and kitchen to the left. The painting was chipping and falling off. There were no pictures on the wall. The furniture looked like it had its last day. It was blah. How can I live here? Was that how my life was going to be?

My cell phone sat on the kitchen table. I could change things. I could still go back to my old life, just not in Seattle. Maybe go to France or the United Kingdom and blend in. No one would find me. At least, I hoped no one would find me.

If I could just make it right...I made the decision. In three strides, I was standing in front of the table, and I reached for the phone and dialed the police in Seattle. I waited for it to ring. It had taken four long rings before someone picked up.

"Seattle PD. What is your emergency?" The dispatcher said politely yet in a hurried voice, thinking there was an emergency.

"I have information that would help in the Christian Grey case."

"Oh?" The dispatcher said curiously. "Let me transfer you."

There were three beeps, and then it rang a few time before someone came up. "Detective Morrison, Major Crimes. How many I help you?"

My nerves got the better of me, and I couldn't do it.

"Hello." Detective Morrison said. "Hello."

I sighed. Feeling scared.

"I can hear you. Please speak up. If there's something I can help you with, please telling me."

Do it just do it? "I have information that might clear Christian Grey."

"OH?" The detective sounded intrigued.

"There is a safety deposit box at Washington Federal under Elena Lincoln." Shit, I probably gave myself away. They're going to be on my case. Shit. Shit. Shit! "You will find everything you need. There will be a letter inside, but it won't totally excoriate him. Hyde made sure of that."

"Is this Elena Lincoln?"

I ended up quickly, tossing the phone on the floor, and stepped on it with me heel. It broke into several pieces.

"What am I going to do?"

Rushing to my bag, I grabbed shirts, shorts, skirts, whatever was laying on the sofa, and stuffed them into the bag, and hurried out to the car. I threw the bag in the back seat, slid the key into the ignition, and back out of the driveway, driving off to a new destination. Even I knew it wouldn't be long till they caught up with me, but maybe if I had far enough lead, they wouldn't find me just yet.

I don't even know where I was going. Everything looked the same. Barren and desolate. I drove for my miles and miles, and for hours and hours until I couldn't keep my eyes open. I stopped at a hostel in the middle of nowhere. I heard about it from other people in the area. Hopefully, it will keep me hiding for a while.

The building looked like it was falling apart and needed repairs, not to mention a paint job. It was four floors. Three floors had two windows, but the main floor, an open door, and a window.

Parking, I shut off the engine, grabbed my bag, opened the door, and I got out. I closed the door of the car and headed up to the door. An elderly gentleman was sitting in a chair near the door.

"Hola, senorita." The guy looked at me leeringly.

He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and jeans. His hair was salt and pepper, and he had a handlebar mustache.

"Hola. Do you have any rooms?" I said as slowly as I could. "¿tiene una habitación disponible"

"Si." The man stood up and stretched out. "Follow me," He said in broken in English.

We walked up the stairs, heading to the third floor, and down the hallway at the back of the building. He slid a key into the lock, turned it, and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open. The room was small, smaller than the hacienda and closer to a cell. Was that an omen?

"Is this all you have?

"Si."

"I'll take it."

"Muy bien." The man nodded. "

"¿Necesitas algo más?"

"No, gracias."

I watched the man turn and head down the hallway.

"As a matter of fact, there is."

"Si?"

"If anyone comes looking for me, please tell them you never saw me."

The man stood there quiet for a moment and then nodded. "Si, senorita. Nadie lo sabrá. "

"Gracias."

"De nada." The man disappeared down the hallway.

When I flipped the switch, the light illuminated the small room. There was a bed, a night table, and a dresser. It was a place to sleep. That was all I had to say to myself as I entered the room, closing and locking the door behind me. I would leave in the morning. Get on the road and keep driving and disappear.

At least, I helped out where it counted. Right?

I tossed my bag on the floor and plopped on the bed, dust floated all around me. It was stale and moldy. It was what it was. And I deserved it. Christian was going to make me pay, pay dearly.