Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
Idon’twanttocry.ItangersmethatIamcrying.Hehitsmeagain.
“Five.”Myvoiceismoreachoked,strangledsob,andinthismomentIthinkIhatehim.Onemore,Icandoonemore.Mybacksidefeelsasifit’sonfire.
“Six,”Iwhisperastheblisteringpaincutsacrossmeagain,andIhearhimdropthebeltbehindme,andhe’spullingmeintohisarms,allbreathlessandcompassionate…andIwantnoneofhim.
“Letgo…no…”AndIfindmyselfstrugglingoutofhisgrasp,pushinghimaway.Fightinghim.
“Don’ttouchme!”Ihiss.Istraightenandstareathim,andhe’swatchingmeasifImightbolt,eyeswide,bemused.Idashthetearsangrilyoutofmyeyeswiththebacksofmyhands,glaringathim.
“Thisiswhatyoureallylike?Me,likethis?”Iusethesleeveofthebathrobetowipemynose.
Hegazesatmewarily.
“Well,youareonefucked-upsonofabitch.”
“Ana,”hepleads,shocked.
“Don’tyoudare‘Ana’me!Youneedtosortyourshitout,Grey!”Andwiththat,Iturnstiffly,andIwalkoutoftheplayroom,closingthedoorquietlybehindme.
Iclaspthedoorhandlebehindmeandbrieflyleanbackagainstthedoor.Wheretogo?DoIrun?DoIstay?Iamsomad,scaldingtearsspilldownmycheeks,andIbrushthemfuriouslyaside.Ijustwanttocurlup.Curlupandrecuperateinsomeway.Healmyshatteredfaith.HowcouldIhavebeensostupid?Ofcourseithurts.
Tentatively,Irubmybackside.Aah!It’ssore.Wheretogo?Nothisroom.Myroom,ortheroomthatwillbemine,no,ismine…wasmine.Thisiswhyhewantedmetokeepit.