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"He's not going to call back Anastasia. I know him. I left him when he needed me. He needed me to be his brother and I left him and shit happened. He hates me." My voice breaks at the end.
Anastasia cups my cheek in her hand stroking it with her thumb.
"Shhhh. If he wants to talk he'll call you. If not, you reached out and that's all that matters."
She cups my cheeks with her hands, looking me in the eyes and smiling. I love this woman so much.
She made me a better person, a stronger person. I owe my life to her, she saved me from my dark past and showed me the light. I only hoped hardin had someone to do the same. His past was just as fucked up, if not more. He went through so much pain and heart ache. All at a young age.
I didn't blame him for hating me. Just wish he'd give me a chance to talk. To make right for what I did wrong.
Did he forgive our father for what he did? Or did he still hate him too?
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The day is long, I wrap up a couple of things at my office before heading home for the day. I pick up my phone to check to see if I had any voicemails.
I can't even count how many times I've checked my phone today. It's been too many. The anticipation if Hardin will return my call or not makes my stomach uneasy. I'm almost certain he isn't going to return my call.
I zip up my briefcase and get up from my chair walking towards my office door.
Just as I'm about to exit the office my pocket starts ringing. I reach into my pocket and quickly answer the phone, not even acknowledging the caller ID name.
"Hello this is Christian Grey." My voice is shakey.
"Hello Mister Grey this is Rhonda calling from Fox enterprises. I'm Mister Davison's secretary. I just wanted to confirm your meeting with him tomorrow at noon." The woman on the other line puts my nerves at bay.
I take a deep breath.
"Yes thank you. I'm looking forward to meeting with him tomorrow." I respond to the woman.
"Great I'll book the appointment and let mister Davison know. Thank you have a good night." The woman says.
The line goes silent and I shove my phone back into my pocket and head out the door.
I wave to my secretary before leaving the building.
My driver waits in front for me hands behind his back.
I give him a nod as he holds my door open for me.
I hop in the backseat and set my belongings on the seat next to me.
I take out my phone and look at the screen for the hundredth time today. Still nothing. I check my emails to pass the time.
Once I'm done checking emails I dial the phone for my wife. I wonder what she's up to.
"Christian, hey baby. Are you on your way home?" Anastasia says on the other line.
"Just finished up at work, driving home as we speak. I can't wait to get home. It's been a day let me tell you."
I look out the window at the passing building of the city. God I love Seattle.
After leaving London, I moved here for the rehabilitation program recommended by one of my therapists. He said it was one of the best, so I decided to give it a shot. I knew it was a long way from home but I needed something that was going to help me get sober. For my mother and my little brother. I had to.
"Well I'll be here when you get home if you want to talk about it. Have you heard from Hardin yet?" She asks.
"No not yet. I told you he's not going to call back." I say turning to lean against the window.
"Just give him some time. I'm sure he'll come around. He's your family Christian." Anastasia says.
"We'll talk more when you get home. I got dinner on the stove and the kids are playing in the other room. Laters baby." She says.
God that saying. My brother said it to his now wife, and I thought it was hilarious. I said it to Anastasia as a joke one time, but she thought it was adorable.
We say it to each other all the time now. I laugh.
"Laters baby." I say before hanging up the phone.
I set my phone back on the seat and look out the window.
Buzz buzz my phone vibrates on the seat next to me, and I look down.
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My heart stops when I see the caller ID. My fingers fumble to pick up the phone and I raise it to my ear.
"Hello this is Christian Grey." My voice shakes. The line is silent for a moment, the faint sound of static on the other line. I close my eyes praying that Hardin answers.
"Hey Christian." The voice is quiet.
"Hey Hardin." A smile escapes the side of my mouth. I can't believe it's him. My brother who I haven't spoken to in thirteen years. All night and all day I was giving up hope that he would call back.
"You got my message then yeah?" I break the silence.
"Yeah. I wasn't going to call back but — I don't know I just." He stops. I try and find the words but choke on them as they come out.
"Why don't we meet up tomorrow and have lunch. I'll explain everything. Well go from there. Alright?" I ask, hoping he'll agree.
"There's a cafe on Harrison street. Meet me there at one o clock. Well talk then."
The phone goes silent, I lower the phone from my ear and look forward, frozen in place.
My stomach flips from my nerves. I know what I have to do next, and I know its not going to be as easy as my talk with mum. But I have to do this, this is the last person I have to beg for forgiveness.
