She's GONE - A Fifty Shades Fanfiction

~Chapter 19 - Christian ~

It has been the longest twenty-four hours of my life though not quite as long as the week I went not being with Ana. That was the worst week of my life. Worst week of my existence but I don't want to go there. I don't want to relive that hell and go to that dark place. Not here. Not in my six by eight claustrophobic cell.

IT WAS TOO FUCKING SMALL! FUCK! I need to concentrate on something else.

Glancing around at my tiny prison, I focus on the color of the cinder block walls. They were a dull gray color. The paint was chipping and peeling. Like my life at the moment. Damn, how fucking ironic is that?

As I lay on my cot, I realize my entire view consists of my toilet and sink. How fucking exciting.

The cell was cold and dank, and I wrapped my jacket close to me, realizing that it was where I was going to be for a couple of days. Probably the rest of my existence unless my lawyer figures out a way to get me out of this goddamn rat hole.

My nerves were slowly fraying at the edges. My breathing was labored as I tried dragging air into my lungs. I could hear ringing in my ears. My heart thudded in my chest, feeling like it was going to burst through. I looked down at my hands; they were shaking. Panic attack was setting in. Great! JUST FUCKING GREAT!

Were the walls moving in on me?

Closing my eyes, I tried to stabilize my breathing in an even pace, and letting my mind drift into something that I could reach out to, something that I could control to fix the damage. Control...Damage...Damage control. Yes...My breathing and heart rate seemed to be slowing to normal with each of my thoughts. My business will take a beating but not impossible to bring it back. Networking, schmoozing the clients, and a lot of good PR.

The one thought that centered on everything was how my relationship with Sarah would be after all the fucking shit was taking care.

I was beginning to feel somewhat better now, but the panic was still there at the edges. If I could just keep it at bay, it would eventually go away. It frightened me to think that I was going to be alone if Sarah left me too. Ana left, and I nearly went with her until I met Sarah.

In the short time Sarah and I have known each other, it has been such a rollercoaster, most of it good, but a lot bad. Through it all, I loved her, and that was not going to change.

Even when Ana visited, I found that there were was room for both women in my heart. Ana was my past, the past I will never forget, Sarah if she will still have me, was my future. I would do anything in my power to make it right.

There were so many good people in my life. Some of them I had taken for granted, but not anymore. They were like family. They would do just about anything for me. And you know what, I would do whatever I could in my power to protect them too.

Taylor and Gail, they have been good to me, better than I have any right to. I try to be good to them, but they deserve, after everything, to have a real vacation, and I will send them wherever they choose to go, for however long they want to go. The rest of the team, I was sure would quit, but the ones who stuck by me will be given a nice bonus for all of this.

Me. I was already interrogated, and I will be charged and arranged tomorrow morning. I don't care about myself; it was the others who have were unfairly charged in all this. I have instructed my lawyer to get them exonerated first. He assured me it was possible. It better damn well be. I pay him fucking handsomely.

Somewhere trying to figure out my life, I had fallen asleep. I don't know how long I'd been out when the guard yelled at me to wake up.

"Get up, Grey!"

Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, but I had to close them, the light was too bright. Ah, fuck!

"I'm up." I swung my legs to the floor and pushed myself up into sitting position. "What's going on?" I blinked a few times and ran my hand through my mussed up hair. Nothing like not taking a shower.

"Your lawyer is here." The heavy-set guard said to me before disappearing. I never really got a good look at him. Nor did I care to. I just wanted out of here. I knew that was probably a long shot.

I saw my lawyer walk up to the cell, briefcase in hand. He was about my height 5'9, salt, and pepper hair, and blue-green eyes that held a bit of wisdom in them, and a black pin stripe Gucci suit. Damn, I pay him too much. He would be worth it if he could get me out.

Shit, I never complain, and that was what I was doing. Calm the fuck down, Grey! It won't help you any complaining.

"So what's going on?" I asked, curiously.

"An anonymous caller called in that let us to information that exonerates Sarah, Mrs. Taylor, and your security team of any crimes. They're letting them out in an hour."

That was something at least. Why do I feel like there was a but coming on and I knew that it had to do with me – me staying in this fucking hell hole?

"But it still incriminates you. "

Yep, that's what I fucking figured, but it I was still surprised.

"What? How?"

"The apartment was leased to someone using your name. The manager pointed you out in a picture lineup."

"Obviously, he was paid to say it was me by Hyde."

The lawyer just nodded. "We're looking into that and your alibi." His cellphone started ringing. "Excuse me." He stepped aside to answer. "Hello...You sure. Great. Keep my posted." He ended the call and slipped the cell back into his breast pocket of his jacket.

"What is it?" God, I was dying to know what exactly that conversation was about.

"Good news. The Mexican authorities have located Elena, and she is singing like a canary. Once the paperwork goes through, you should be out within a few hours."

Excuse me? Are you serious? I was in total shock. I didn't think they'd ever find her. Elena must have made a mistake somewhere along the line, or she got caught on purpose. I know she would have stayed hidden. I don't give a fuck. I'll be out of his hell hole.

"I'll see if I can get things fast tracked for you."

"Yeah, do whatever you can."

I wanted out of the jail and quickly.

When my lawyer left, I just paced back and forth and thanked Elena for her fucking stupidity. Did she feel guilty or did she just get caught and unload all that shit on the police in hopes that she could get out of what she did? I won't let her get away with jack shit. She will pay for every little hurt and anguish she put us through.

No more negative thoughts. The jail was bad enough. I had to just wait it out. I plopped down on my bed again, sitting, and waiting.

My mind drifted back to Sarah? What were we going to do? Was there still an us? Would she forgive me for all of what happened?

It wasn't going to be easy, but I wasn't going anywhere, and we had plenty of time to get through it together.