Christian

I throw a pair of clothes on, and slam the door open. I'm pissed that this fucker is in my house and that Justin would call him while I was in my state. Oh wait, I'm not in a fucking state. I'm perfectly fine! I had one goddamn nightmare. That doesn't mean I need to sit on a damn couch and talk about my feelings for hours on end.

I walk into the living room and see the guys. The Flynn's seem to be explaining something to them, which only seems to be pissing me off a little bit more. I let out a breath when I see the girls playing with Gracie as she rolls on the floor. I grin. As soon as it appears though it's gone, because that one fucker I already don't like speaks.

"How are you feeling Christian?" John asks. I glare.

"I want both of you out. Now." I took a shower alone after mine and Ana's discussion. She doesn't see things from my point and doesn't seem to fucking get it. Our discussion turned into a heated argument after where I just turned and walked into the bathroom leaving her on the bed. Childish I know, but a fucking psychiatrist? I'm not crazy for fucks sakes.

Everyone looks at me in shock. Well everyone except for John. He just leans against the couch. Didn't this fucker hear me? I hear footsteps behind me and feel a hand on my shoulder but shrug it off. I honestly don't give a fuck if it's Ana right now. How could she do this?

"Kate, why don't you and the girls take Gracie to play with Gail and Sophie." they quickly get up and leave.

"No. These two need to get the fuck out of my home right now." I can feel my voice rising. "I can find a new doctor, and I definitely don't need a goddamn psychiatrist!" I shout. "You know what? Fuck everyone of you!" now that makes the dear old doctor's eyes widen a fraction.

"Christian what the fuck is wrong with you?" Elliot asks in shock. "Okay, we'll send them away just calm down." he says. I can already feel sweat gathering on my forehead though. Not again.

"That's not the point!" I scream. "None of you think I can control the goddamn situation. What? Am I a damn pussy to all of you? Can I do nothing on my own and not take care of myself?"

"We're not saying that at all-" I stop Luke.

The guy who's always there for me and a fucking idiot but I love him for it.

"Answer the damn question!" everyone is silent. I laugh, shaking my head.

Since last night, I noticed something. When I was asleep, I was able to see everyone. Feel everything. Pain. Touch. I could hear everything as well. That's how I knew about John. I'm pissed that they think I'm crazy. Am I? I'm not. I would know if I was crazy. I wouldn't be around my daughter if I was.

I'm done. I will find somewhere else to go.

I look back at everyone and nod. "Good fucking riddance." someone grips my wrist and when I look down I see that it's Ana. She has tears running down her face.

"Christian, please stop. It was just for you. We'll send them away. We never thought you were crazy." she cries harder. I roll my eyes and tug my hand free.

I grab my keys and wallet that are on the counter and go to the coat closet. Grabbing my jacket and pulling on my boots, and head into the garage hopping into my audi. Ana is watching me, now sobbing. I want to feel something, but just don't.

"What happened to the man from earlier?" she shouts, covering her face with her hands.

I ignore her and pull out, calling to see if I can get a hotel room. But of course I can. I ask for a few nights there until I can find a friend to stay with.

I need to get a new place.

Anastasia

I walk back into the room and it's silent when I get back. All of the guys are quiet, and John is writing down a few things on his notepad. Ethan catches me before I break down.

"It will be fine Ana. He will be back." he runs his hands up and down my arms. I shake my head.

"No he won't. We pushed him too far Ethan." I sob.

"She's right." Luke says quietly. "I've never seen him that way. He wasn't Chris."

"What do you mean?" John asks.

"My brother always puts everyone else's needs before others. Even if we brought you here, he would have saw you just to make us happy." Elliot puts his head in his hands. John frowns then looks at his brother.

"Do you know where he would have gone?" John asks. I shake my head.

It wouldn't be our hotel. He's completely forgotten about us. Elliot mentions a couple of friends.

"Ana, has his behavior been off this morning?" I frown. It really has.

"It has. Why?"

"We need to find him. Quick. Since he's famous that won't be hard. But since his behavior has changed he is most likely going to have different um.." Justin looks uncomfortable so looks at John. John sighs loudly.

"Oh brother. Okay. It's most likely that he has a tumor deep within his brain." leaning back against the couch he says the rest. "From what you've all told us he has had it for a while to let it grow. So the thing is, don't be surprised if when we find him he's drinking, smoking, doing drugs, fucking, shit like that." we all gape at him.

"My brother could be forced back to rehab again because of some damn tumor?" Elliot shouts. John nods.

"He will need to talk to me about the nightmares and what has happened, but now we will also have to get a scan of his brain." he says. "But remember, this is just a theory. I hope that he doesn't have this."

"Why can't he just have a break? Just one break?" Elliot begins to cry. "I'm serious John, he's a great guy."

"I know he is. My brother has told me about him." he says. "Besides disturbing me while I'm fucking my wife, I really like the guy." that gets a laugh out of everyone. Well , besides Justin.

We send security out all over the city in search of Christian. The guys call all of their friends but no one has heard from him. We call the hotels the guys usually stay at but still nothing. It's driving me nuts knowing that Christian is out there on the streets vulnerable like that. But what if it's not a tumor and he fucks someone else? Tears pick my eyes.

I call Kate and check up on Gracie. Telling her about the news we found and that Christian isn't anywhere to be found. She tells me she will be calling all our contacts as well. I thank her and hang up.

Where the fuck are you Grey….

Until Next Time In Part II Of The Contestant