Fifty Shades Different

Chapter Twenty-Two

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It's been a couple days, I haven't seen Christian at all, I've missed a few days at work, and thanks to Doctor Travelyan-Grey I have a doctor's note for everyday that I miss of school. I apparently have mono, brilliant lie I suppose, I've always heard that mono lasts a long time. I'm beginning to wonder how long this is going to take, for me to understand everything, so I can go home. I've successfully avoided Elena as much as possible, Grace has found it odd that I don't like being around her especially so that I go out of my way to be as far from her as physically possible what with being in the same house. I can't just walk out of the room, because for me to understand I have to be there to hear the stories.

This morning however, my luck wore off, I went for a walk and Elena followed me. She didn't say anything until we had walked for a mile or so, I was attempting to walk fast enough for her to not be able to keep up but that wasn't working in my favor either.

"I think you and Christian are great for each other." Elena said suddenly, I stopped and turned awaiting the smart-ass comment that was going to trail behind it, but there wasn't one. It took me aback a little, I wasn't sure what to say so she kept going. "Christian went through very much, before Grace and Carrick got him. He's never been in an actual relationship,"

"That would be because of you." I snap back, putting myself in the position of making the smart-ass comments.

"You both have commitment issues," She continued ignoring me, "There is no doubt in my mind that you will be the best thing that's ever happened to that, you always have been, before whatever started going on between you. But Ana, I'm afraid that maybe you'll be the one to hurt him, and I don't know if he could handle that."

I just starred at her. I don't know who the hell she thinks she is, she thinks I'll hurt Christian? As if she didn't, I'm completely and utterly convinced that she's the reason Christian is mentally stuck in his adolescents.

"Or," She says in a surrendering tone, "Maybe, you're afraid of the same thing. That you'll hurt him, the way your mom hurt you, the way she hurt Ray. It's okay to be afraid Ana, but if you are why do you that is?"

We were standing on the bridge that was down the trail that Ray had made when I was little. I sat down looking down at the water, it rained last night so the water level was up much higher than usual. She sat down beside me resting her hand on my knee, I looked at her and before I knew it myself the answer to her question fell out of my mouth without my permission.

"What if I'm like her?" I whimper, feeling the tears brimming in my eyes and the lump in my throat causing my voice to become a little hoarse. "What if I'm like her... and when things start happening I just..."

"Just what?" She asks eyeing me curiously, I don't understand them at all. Grace said that I needed to know the truth and the past five fucking days all we've talking about is Keith, how distraught she was after he died. We've talked about so many things, a lot of it centering around when they were my age, I've noticed that it makes them sad to talk about those times, because my mom isn't here anymore.Bbut that's not what I was hoping to discuss every single day.

"Beat the living fuck out of everyone and run away." I said wiping away the tears that had begun to fall, I cleared my throat and looked back down at the water.

"That's what you think happened?" I don't have to look at her to see the shock on her face, I can hear it in her voice. I really don't mean to get angry but these conversations are starting to become really repetitive. Like let's establish that we don't think she knows the whole story and then but talk about shit that happened ten years earlier.

"What do you mean 'think' Elena?" I shouted back the tears coming a lot faster now, I stood to my feet and she followed, "I was fucking there. This isn't some goddamn recovered memory, I wish I could forget it. You all have your little fucking scars, but that is nothing compared to what that woman left on me, and all I'm saying is if there is even on drop of that in me I'm better off alone. No child should have to find out the way I did, and neither should Christian."

I took off, running back towards the house, when we left Alice and Carolyn had went to the store, and Grace was still at her shift at the hospital. I ran as fast as I could, my muscles burned but I knew I couldn't stop, I had to get out of here, out of this town, out of this god forsaking state. I can't do this anymore. I ran up the porch steps and didn't stop until I was in my bedroom, I took my phone checking my back account, thankfully my first check from Grey house had hit. I bought a plane ticket, grabbed the duffel bag of clothes Christian had brought for me and I was out the door, with Elena's car keys in my hand. I really hope she loves me enough to not press charges for Grand Theft Auto.

Once I was out of the driveway and headed towards the airport, I dialed Christians work number. Andrea told me he was in a meeting, but she could take a message for me.

I didn't bother leaving a message, I just hung up. Even if he'd answered, nothing he said would've stopped me, he would've painted into a corner where nothing he could do could help me. This is something I have to do on my own.