Authors note: I do NOT own any of E.L. James' characters.

Anastasia:

"Come here you little shit, you know you are worth less"

Why can no one here my screams? Where is mommy? Wooosh!

"Ahhhhhh" I scream in pain.

I can feel the belt drawing blood. I try to make a run for it but he grabs my leg, pulling my back to him. Hitting me over and over.

Oh my God! I shoot awake, panting to catch my breath. Holy Shit! My clock says 2:37 am. Covered in sweat, great. It is my graduation day and I'm going to look just great.

I hop out of bed and head to the kitchen. Grabbing my favorite Breakfast Tea and mug, from Ray's, I begin brewing tea. By the time I'm finished it is 3:30 am. I might as well go for a run; it's just half an hour earlier than usual and I don't have to be at school until 9. I walk back into my room change into my best running shorts, a sports bra, my Cobalt blue sneakers (my favorite) ,and a tee shirt. I write a note to Kate saying I went for a run, grabbed my iPhone for music and left.

I jog for about an hour within my community before finding the park. I always run or exercise, it is the closest thing to 'out-running' your demons. The sun is just beginning to rise, I sit and watch as the purple, blues, pinks, and oranges are raise up higher and higher illuminating the world. Being so caught up in the trance I sat there for an hour. I jog to my gym in time for a half an hour work out.

"Hey, Steele!" Paul says as the door opens. Paul has always worked here; it's his brother's gym. I am a part time trainer/teacher. I teach kick boxing and dance.

"Hey Paul, how's your morning?" I say as the door closes. I know Paul likes me because he keeps asking me out. Other than then the eye-fucking he does, when he thinks I don't notice, he's an okay guy.

"Good, isn't today your graduation, why are you here?" What am I supposed to say, because I woke up from an nightmare of before I was adopted. Yea, right. No one has even seen the scars on my back.

"Yes, I am graduating that shouldn't stop me from working out."

"Alright but don't overdo it."

Never, ha-ha right. I have a nice body muscular wise. I have never found myself pretty, really. But I do have a nice body. Decent size boobs, fit (but not too muscular) arms, girl abs (the nice hard working ones, not the steroid ones), and long in-shape legs. I am really strong, even though I don't look like it. I can take down anyone in here probably. I love when people underestimate me, especially in kick-boxing, and they get there ass kicked by scrawny little Ana. I'm not the little defenseless girl no one wanted anymore. I have great adoptive parents, and great best friend/roommate and I can handle my own.

Today is my last week working out in this gym. Kate and I are moving to Seattle this weekend. I have to admit I'm going to miss this ratty gym. The people here are great and so are my 'students'.

After an hour long work-out with music blaring in my ears, I bid my farewells and am on my way. It is already 7am, so I have to hurry. I sprint the first 4 out of 8 miles home when I get knocked over by some guy running.

"Ahhh, Shit!" I yell as I land on my wrist. I know I sprained it. Hospital here I come!

"Shit sorry, I didn't mean to hit you!" He says. Damn! He is hot! His grey eyes make me feel like they can see through me. Copper hair that is shinning from the sun.

"Its okay" I say as I am getting up. "It's just a sprain; I'll just catch a cab to fix it." One of the things about my childhood of being beaten is that I don't feel much physical pain.

I start to walk away to hail a cab when he says

"At least let me drive you to the hospital" I turn around and there is another guy with him. He's maybe 35, ex-marine.

"Don't worry I'll be fine. Let me just call someone then I can go." I dial Kate. Shit is 8:45.

"Steele where the FUCK ARE YOU!"

"Kavanaugh shut the fuck up and listen. I know we are supposed to be graduating today but I can't get my diploma. I fell on my way back from running and did something to my wrist. Can you please just grab mine for me? I'm going to the hospital."

"Steele honestly why are you so clumsy? Yes, I'll get it for you. Just because I love you."

"Thank you Kate, good luck with your speech. I'll call my dad to apologize. Bye."

"Bye."

I turn around and they are still standing there. God he is gorgeous. Maybe I can get a ride.

"You know what, do you mind giving me a ride?"

"No problem Miss . . .?"

"Steele"

Buzz-cut goes and comes back within a minute with an Audi SUV.

"I don't live around here; do you know where the hospital is?" He asks. His voice holy crap. We are so close in the car that I can smell his cologne and sweat. A delicious mix.

I say yes and give him directions. He keeps staring at me.

We make it there and I hop out. I turn around to see him walking behind me. We are still by the car when I speak.

"Thank you, Sir." He gasps. "I don't even know your name but thank you."

"My pleasure Miss Steele." He says in a sexy husky voice. Wait is he checking me out. No, why would that sex-God even double take someone like me. I turn to leave, and head into the ER. Who was that? Why didn't I ask his name? Holy shit! I just want to forget about it. I get a number to wait and call Ray. I hope I never have to see him again. His eyes felt like she could see though me. I'm too fucked up for him.

Christian:

I wake up from the same nightmare I have every night. Get up, dress for running and grab some coffee. I am in Portland for a few days. Today I am handing out diplomas. Yay! Why did I do this again?

I meet Taylor, my security, out in the lobby of my hotel. I give him a nod and we head off. We pound the street lost in our own thoughts for eight out of the ten miles we are doing. We are only a few blocks away from the hotel, but we have a car tailing us. One of our own, just in case. Just as I was thinking of which submissive I should pick I hit someone.

I look down to yell at some fucker to watch where they are doing when I see her. A Goddess. Long brown hair up in a ponytail, gorgeous blue eyes, a lean fit body with the right assets, and creamy perfect skin. She swears as she falls. She gets back up and we both apologize. I offer her a ride but she denies. Says she has to call someone. God she is beautiful. Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me? I hear her dismiss us but we stay. She calls someone named Kavanaugh and tells her she can't make the graduation. Holy Shit! Is she a student from WSU? Kavanaugh I know that name, but from where?

She accepts our ride and Taylor fetches the car. We don't talk much because I am entranced by her beauty. She gives us directions. We arrive she thanks us and leaves to go into the hospital. During the whole time the only information I have is the last name Steele. Well Miss Steele you look promising. Her eyes though, I felt like she could see right through me. I'm too fucked up for her.

I hop back into the car dial Welch and demand a background check on a Miss Steele from WSU, petite with brown hair and blue eyes. He should get it to me in 20 minutes if he values his job.