Fifty Shades Deeper

Chapter Eighteen

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I was going to make this a long chapter, but thought it would go better as a cliff hanger, making you think about what the ending is all about!!
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here we go...

“Mr Grey, am I going back for Miss Heirs?” The captain asked when I climbed from the deck onto the damp sand.
“Of course you are.” I snapped, the anger still boiling inside me. The captain nodded, and the boat set off again.
How could she lie to me like that? Make out like Mark killed her, when in fact it was her?
She was sick.
I slammed my car keys into the ignition and sped off; wanting to be the farthest away from the beach as possible when Lily got back.
I had been so stupid; I should have listened to my dad.
I grip the wheel tighter in my hands, no idea how to let the anger out.
I stabbed the phone button on my dashboard and went to call Eric, but of course he stayed at the hotel.
Instead I drove into the town and found a slightly empty yet loud bar and took a seat.
“Something strong.” I commented off-handily to the bar man, who nodded and went about pouring me a drink.
“Hard day?” I heard a voice ask from beside me, I turned to see Professor Alaric sitting on the stool one away from mine.
“You could say that.” I reply after a moment’s hesitation.
“Try whiskey, takes the hurt right out with a burning passion.” He says with a dark laugh, which leads me to believe Alaric is not all he seems to be in the classroom.
“I take it you’re not here for a casual visit then.” I comment when the bar tender hands me my glass.
“You could say that.” Alaric says, quoting me.
“Seems were both in the same boat then.” I smirk.
“Someone of your age should not be in the same boat as someone like me.” He says quietly.
“No?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink, pleased with the trail of pleasant burning it leaves down my throat.
“Definitely not.” He looks over at me and downs his whisky. “You’re far too young to be an alcoholic.” He says nonchalantly.
“Alcoholic?” I ask.
He nods his head, turns to the bar man, “Two more.” Then back at me, “dark things can happen to the brightest of people, don’t let something happen to you, Mr Grey.” The bar man hands the two whiskies to Alaric, who slides one over to me.
“This is highly unethical; drinking with a student.” He says matter of factly.
“Well, right now I’m not a student.” I tell him, and he nods.
“Then drink up Jason, we have a long night to make short.” He says with a smile.
I down my whisky like he did, and almost regret it; the burn Is more powerful than the previous drink, but it helps.

“How long have you been an alcoholic.” I ask, draining my drink, two hours down the line of arriving; still waiting for them to numb the feelings of anger and betrayal.
“After my very first drink actually, when I was twenty one.” He laughs as he remembers. “I had just been rejected from six different art posts, in America and Italy, so I was feeling a bit down, so I went out with a friend and had my first drink… and the rest just came in a blur, and I forgot what it was like to feel not good enough. So since then, drink has been my best friend.” He tells me.
“But you’re an art professor at one of the best colleges in the whole of America.” I remind him.
“Yes, and I am amazed at how far I have come, but would you drop your best friend; who has been there through every tough, sleepless night, pushing you through another day, just because you finally reached your goal and no longer need them?”
“I guess not.” I nod; I wasn’t here to tell him to get help and give up drink, everyone has their dark side…
“I’m actually glad I ran into you tonight, I wanted to tell you that your piece you submitted last week was incredible.” He says with a sincere smile.
We had an assignment to create something that resembled us in some sort of way.
“It really shows just how different you are from the Grey name; that there is more to you.”
I had made a glass sculpture, using the colleges art furnace and equipment; I made a glass slab with intricate black white and red glass décor inside it.
“I’m glad you saw that.” I smile.
“Did you show it to Miss Heirs before you handed it in?” He asks.
Her name makes me want to have another drink. “Yes, why?” I ask, gulping down the contents of my glass.
“Because her piece was extremely interesting. She drew your glass sculpture, and a sketch of herself stood beside it, reaching in and holding the red part.” He looked at me, dead in the eyes. “Which made me wonder if she was trying so hard to find the real you inside the Grey.”
“Well, she found me.” I mutter.
“Is that not a good thing?” Alaric asks.
I nod. “It is, but I wish she didn’t.” I admit.
Thankfully, Alaric doesn’t probe any further.
“Out of curiosity, what is the real reason you don’t want to be known like your father? It’s as if you don’t like him very much.”
I laugh. “That is not the case at all, I respect and love him a lot, heck, I would be lucky to be like him, but then I wouldn’t be me; I’d be another Grey ‘just like the rest’ they would say. I’m more like my mother.” I smirk.
“I can imagine.” He laughs, and orders us another drink, and this time it hits home and I’m struggling to keep sitting upright on the stool.
“Now I know why you like this feeling so much.” I laugh.
“Don’t get used to it.” He warns, and I nod, I wouldn’t do that to myself, and a part of me wanted to tell him the same thing, but he made his choice years ago and he alone has to live with the consequences… Just like Lily.
“You know; I knew Lily’s family years ago.” Alaric slurs, the alcohol finally hitting him too.
“You did?” I ask, shocked.
“Yes, I wish I was fortunate enough not to though, a complex web of darkness there.” He nods.
I suddenly feel completely sober. “You knew Mark?” I ask.
“Yes, I met him in a bar; we were both drinking away our problems, his far more black than my own.” He says, something in his eyes saying it wasn’t pretty.
“I learnt a lot of secrets that night.” He says, drinking another glass empty.
He closes his eyes and a shudder passes through him.
“Like what?” I ask quietly.
Alaric looks at me for a moment and shakes his head.
“Alaric please, I know a lot more than you would guess.” I assure him, and thankfully, he has enough alcohol in his system to sigh and tell me.
“Mark invited me back that night, to have a drink at his and watch the game or something; I didn’t care at the point, and social interaction is nice when you’re drunk.” I nod without thinking, wanting his to carry on. “We got to his and as soon as we climbed out of the taxi we both heard the screaming…”

I stumble out of the taxi, throwing a few bills into the drivers hand and waving away the change as I head into my apartment building.
I lean against the wall of the elevator as it heads up to my floor and fumble around in my pocket for my keys.
I pull them out as I step out at my floor and spend far too long trying to get them into the lock of my door.
All the lights are out and I don’t see the point turning them on; heading straight for my room, the alcohol kicking in to its final stage of making me want to go to sleep.
I’m so tired.
I kick my shoes of and collapse onto my bed, feeling strangely too big for the double; it was a bed made for sharing…
Struggling to stay away, I pull my phone from my pocket and click the dial button for my answering machine; vaguely remembering it ringing earlier that night.
I close my eyes as it beeps at me, quickly drifting away.
“Jay, please answer, I need your help, please Jay…”

Everything goes black and silent as I fall into a deep, uncomfortable sleep, nightmares of Lily drowning in a sea of blood.

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