Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any aspect of The Fifty Shades trilogy.

Prologue:

I finger the fleece blanket delicately, running my index finger over the roughened material.

Mommy! Mommy!

The steel blue blanket is tarnished with dirt; brown dust decorates its edges whilst a mixture of black and red stains create a morbid pattern.

Mommy wake up! My tummy hurts...

It's hard to believe the stitches haven't loosened or come undone after all these years, considering everything my blanket has been through.

Mommy is so cold...

I inhale deeply and grimace, clenching my eyelids together. It smells of them. Of cigarettes, booze and coke. It's been twenty-four years, and the crack whore and her pimp still won't leave me alone.

I bring the blanket up to my cheek and rub my face against it tentatively, breathing softly. It was the only thing that ever offered me constant comfort during those four years, the only thing that ever gave me unconditional warmth and stability. I'm still indebted to that friendly, faceless policewoman who saved my life when she found me on the sticky green rug playing with my cars; she was the one who told my mother that it was my blanket, and suggest I keep it.

I curl my lip up slightly and bring the blanket down onto my lap, glancing at my study door for a moment. Thankfully, Ana is out shopping with Miss Kavanagh and she needn't know about this. Folding the soft, grimy material into a thick rectangle I hold it once more briefly, before stuffing it into my mahogany desk drawer and out of my sight.

Very short I know, but I'm going to start getting into the core of the story in the next chapter. This prologue was more to test the waters. =]