Anastasia's POV: A Short Story

Anastasia's POV:
"How about we go back to my place?" Christian speaks and I nod needing to be gone from this place. He brings the car to life and we head out of this secret society.
I gaze out the window endeavoring to forget the whole night, perhaps all of this was a mistake? I shake my head dismissively. This had to happened, I needed to witness this to understand Christian. I just wish he would of have given me a warning of what was inside. I remain quiet and close my eyes for a minute, my sanity is holding on by a string. I wish I could remember everything that my life was before the accident.
I lay my head back into the car seat as the soothing sound of the rain relaxes me and soon I find myself drifting into oblivious.
"You stupid girl." He shouts out, extremely loud. I back up as he comes forward, closing the space between us. I am scared. "You thought you could hide from your daddy." He laughs and the smell of liquor invades my nose and I feel sick to my stomach. I panic, I am suddently back to when I was ten.

I look around the room, white walls are around me and a twin bed is placed beside a big window.

There is machines all around, where am I? I cry.
"We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and I struggle to get out of his hold.
"Ana, we are here." Christian whispers into my ear as he carries me into the lobby and into the lift. "You fell asleep, you looked so sweet and I didn't have the heart to wake you up." He smiles and I nuzzle into his neck. He smells divine and being around him is making the trace of the dream disappear.
When we arrive inside the apartment he puts me down slowly. "Thank you." I smile

shyly.
"You're welcome, how about a drink."
"I would love one thank you." I take my shoes off and stand going towards the window; The view from here is amazing. I have so many questions that need answers and I have decided that I wont leave tonight until he answers every single one of them.
Christian comes behind me with two glasses of wine, yes wine. I will need it to get everything out in the open. I take it from him and take a long sip. "How long have you been going to that place?"
"A few years."
"Have you.. umm participaded?"
"No."
"Why not?" I inquire.
He stays quiet for a while looking out the window; fast and hard snow is now falling down from the sky as we talk about the darkest part of his life.
"As I told you, I haven't been with anyone since you. I couldn't."
I finally walk away from the window and place my drink down on the table. "You couldn't?"
"No Ana, the thought of being with anyone who wasn't you didn't appeal to me."
"Why not?" I ask even though I know the answer.
"Because I love you with everything within me and the thought of being with someone who wasn't you devastated me. Seeing other woman made me think about you. How soft your skin felt when I touched it." He moves closer to me touching my arm. "How sweet your lips feel." His lips kiss my cheek moving closer to my mouth. "The sexy moans that you made as I bit your lip." I am shacking now with want and need for this man. "I know it is hard to understand, but Exotica feed my dark soul. That place was the only place I could escape reality for a while."
"I want to understand Christian and I wish I could remember what we used to be." I sincerely tell him.
"Then let me show you how good we once were" He places his hand out for me and I take it.

~.~.~
The excellent tune playing in the background is relaxing me to the point the horrendous night has been forgotten for a while. I smile; happy for the first time since Exotica. We are sitting here in the middle of his living room, the low light from the glow of the fireplace makes the room feel more romantic. Neither of us saying a word, just enjoying each other's company.
"You must be tired," Christian says as he touches my hand so tenderly.
I shake my head, attempting to hold back a yawn. "Perhaps just a tad." I finally admit.
Touching my face with his thumb Christian rubs delicate circles, making me want to lean in and kiss him. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Taking his hand, I gradually start to move towards the stairs.
"But-"
"No but, Come on, bed now." Taking my hand in his, I follow him up the stairs to the room where I stayed the last time.
As we enter the room he leads me to the bathroom and begins to fill the bath with water. "A nice hot bath and then bed OK?"
"Ok." I feel like a child, but can't stop smiling at how sweet he is being.
He walks out of the bathroom and then comes back a few minutes later."I left one of my shirts and a pair of shorts on the bed so you can wear them, I will see you in the morning."
Kissing my cheek, he walks to the doorway. I slowly turn around and call after him "Christian have a good night and thanks for everything."
Looking at me one last time, he walks out the room. I am left smiling like a fool.

I wake the next morning feeling a bit better. I check the bedside table clock for the time and see it is just a little after nine. Standing up, I head to the bathroom. After taking care of business, I examine myself in the mirror and attempt to untangle my messy hair. It had looked truly beautiful the previous night, yet right now it resemble a bird's nest. The strong smell of coffee beckons me to go downstairs.
"Good morning Ana."

"Good morning Christian," I say greeting him as I sit down on a bar stool.

"Coffee?" He asks and I happily say yes.

"There is something we have to discuss." He looks serious. "I have a meeting in the Bahamas the day after tomorrow, I would like you to come with me," He says.

I'm quiet momentarily while I continue to sip of my coffee. I need to seriously consider this. "I can't," I tell him. "I need to start looking for a job."

"We will just be gone for a few days and if you really want a job you can come work for me."He tells me.
"No I can't work for you and I don't have a passport," I exclaimed.

"I have already taken care of that," He murmurs as if it's no big deal for him.

"Wait how..."
"We can leave Monday and be back on Thursday night," He says obviously ignoring my sudden confused state.
"I don't think so." I quickly dismiss this whole trip.
"Ana, I just got you back and I don't want to spend time without you."
"I don't know Christian."
"How about you come with me and I promise to help you look for a job when we come back since you won't work for me."
"Fine." I agree and Christian smiles like a kid on Christmas morning.