YOU DON'T OWN ME.

3.

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I swear I didn't know what to do with myself at this point. Christian Grey was hellbent on making my life a nightmare. It was currently my sophomore year and I didn't have a lot of friends at this new, private school that I was transferred to. At public school, I felt like me. I was with 'the crowd'. I wasn't a cheerleader, I wasn't a band geek, I was me and those people liked me.

Here, at North Point? I think these people would love to see my head on a platter.

Christian said that North Point would be an excellent accomplishment to any college who'd be looking for a deranged, hot-headed little girl. Then he winked at me and left. That's what he always does. He insults me, he mocks me and leaves. Ana swoons and follows him. It makes me sick.

She won't be satisfied until I pack my things and leave, I mean, clearly the only thing on her mind these days are Christian and work, she doesn't even make time for Kate anymore. Let alone myself.

That's it! Lightbulb!

I started dialing Kate. It rang twice before she picked up. "You have got to get me out of here, Kate! I swear Christian hates me. He hates me, he wants Ana to himself and he's making me miserable." I was rambling, I knew I was, but I knew this was my last chance. Kate was Ana's best friend and like another sister to me. More of a sister than Ana. She hit it off with Christian's brother on the first night, which I didn't mind because she still knew who her family was. She constantly asked about me when Ana decides to return her calls. I hear it, and it's the same line every time.

"Oh, y'know, she's good! Still nerve racking as always."

It disgusted me how pathetic that was. Ana barely even spoke to me nowadays and she acts like I'm a burden to her life? "I can come get you, but how are you going to dodge Christian? If he lets you out of his shit, Ana would kill him and then kill me for having you."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she threw a party. She doesn't talk to me anymore, Kate, so I doubt that'd happen. I never unpacked my things, only some pajamas, so if you can hurry that'd be great." We talked for a couple of more minutes before I hung up, and started throwing every article of clothing I saw into either one of my suitcases.

"Going somewhere?"

Shit.

"Miss Steele, you aren't going anywhere." Were the last things I heard, then it all went black.