Updated on August 5, 2015
50 Shades Darker – Chapter 13
Christian stops paying attention for one minute and Ana finds herself at the business end of a gun, wielded by crazy lady Leila. I guess this proves that all of Christian’s possessiveness up to this point is entirely justified.
50 Shades Darker
Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
My subconscious swoons into a dead faint…
Which has no impact on you whatsoever, since it’s your SUBconscious.
…and I don’t think even smelling salts will bring her back.
Oh sure, because you have smelling salts just lying around.
I blink repeatedly at Leila.
God, you’re all action, aren’t you?
Where is Ethan? What if she’s harmed him?
You introduced him in the last chapter. I’ll cope.
Leila … is as scruffy and ill-kempt as ever.
Bloody right. I wouldn’t believe she was really crazy if she dressed well.
They start talking to each other. I can’t wait to see how Ana’s grand powers of articulation come into play here.
“Are you here alone?”
“Alone,” she whispers. “Alone.”
Oh boy, she’s nuts because she got dumped. Why would THAT be your opener?
“Would you like some tea?” Why am I asking her if she wants tea?
Why are you asking me why you’re asking her if she wants tea?
Yes, if she wanted me dead, surely she would have shot me by now.
Not necessarily. I’d let you stew in it too.
She literally puts the kettle on to make freaking tea for the gunman.
“Are you sure you don’t want tea or coffee?”
Could have told Ana that before she put the kettle on. GOD.
“Master – Mr. Grey – he lets you call him by his given name.”
She calls him Master?!
“But Master is happy. He laughs and smiles. These reactions are rare … very rare for him.”
This constant Ana praising is getting really REALLY tedious. Even somebody who hates her is doing it.
“Master likes obedient ones who look like you and me. The others, all the same … all the same …”
Solid proof that Christian is with Ana for her – *shudder* – personality.
“Master is dark … Master is a dark man, but I love him.”
She sounds like a bloody house elf.
Her hand grips [the gun] tightly, and she hugs it to her chest.
“This is mine. It’s all I have left.” She gently caresses the gun.
Freud! Can we get Freud over here, please?
Right on cue the door bursts open, and Christian is standing in the doorway, Taylor behind him.
Hooray! Now Mr Tact can handle the situation with his trademark delicacy!
Will she shoot? Both of us? Just Christian?
EL James, the reader is already asking these questions. You do not need to write them down.
What will she do? What will he do?
I don’t know. Get on with DESCRIBING IT and we’ll all find out.
His eyes bore into her … the tension is building.
Oh bloody hell, don’t just say that. Where’s the NUANCE?
This is Dominant Christian. Finally he mouths a word at her. She drops to the floor on her knees, her head bowed, and the gun falls and skitters uselessly across the wooden floor.
He just saved Ana’s life, but you can bet she’s going to make a big deal out of him dominating Leila to do it.
“For the love of God, Anastasia, will you do as you’re told for once in your life and go!”
Angry at me? No way. Please – no!
He had to ask you three times to leave so he could deal with Leila, and you ignored him. OF COURSE he’s angry.
Why does he want to stay with her?
Come on, he can’t just LEAVE her! It seems awfully like they have some shit to sort out.
“I need to be alone with Leila.”
I think he’s trying to convey some kind of message.
Yes, LEAVE THEM ALONE.
Christian and Leila, Leila and Christian … together? What is he doing with her now?
For goodness sake, he’s not going to fuck her on the kitchen floor! He’s trying to PROTECT you, because he loves YOU. Will you calm down?
Taylor carries Ana downstairs because she won’t fucking leave. Ethan is in the lobby, looking concerned, and Ana fills him in on what just happened.
“Has anyone called the cops?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
It’s EXACTLY like that. Call the police.
“Ethan and I will go for a quick drink and then head back to Escala.”
Alcohol will solve everything!
“Do you want to leave your bag with Taylor?”
Why are we reading this? It doesn’t matter.
“No, I’ll keep it with me, thanks.”
Too late, I remember that I’ve left my purse in the back of the Audi.
Oh no! Now what?
“My purse – “
“Don’t worry,” Ethan murmurs, “It’s cool, it’s on me.”
Wow. I can’t decide which is more interesting. The Saga of Christian’s Crazy Ex, or The Epic Tale of the Missing Handbag.
The bar scene, in which Ana moans that Christian isn’t there and explains to Ethan the whole Leila back story. In detail. BECAUSE APPARENTLY EL JAMES HAS FORGOTTEN WE READ IT ALL ALREADY. They watch from the bar as Christian and Leila emerge from the apartment building, get into his car and drive away. They get drunk and she goes back to Christian’s apartment.
Christian is … pacing the room.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
He’s angry with me.
Oh, this isn’t news.
“In a psychiatric hospital in Fremont.”
What? But you shagged her before you took her there, right? RIGHT?!
I shake my head. “I’m no good for you.”
“I can’t be everything you need. Just seeing you with her…”
You have had this conversation COUNTLESS times. He has told you EVERY TIME that you are all he needs. This dead horse has been sufficiently flogged. Please stop.
“You’re running?” he whispers as his eyes widen with fear. “You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”
“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just –“
What? WHAT? THERE IS NO REASON FOR THIS.
…suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed.
Holy Fuck … Christian. The submissive.
Congratulations. You broke him.
Read Chapter Fourteen.