They Call Me Mrs. Robinson – Chapter 1
A/N : A story from the perspective of none other than Elena Lincoln, also known as Mrs. Robinson as well as just a few other names. I am submitting the very beginning of this story to start in hopes that it will garner some interest. If those of you who read it find it interesting, please review and let me know your thoughts as well as your interests for the future storyline. Future, much longer chapters, are in the works. Thanks for your time and for reading!
I am looking out the window into our home's backyard. I am watching intently as I decide if my earlier intentions will be borne out. There, sweating freely, is my dear friend's son, Christian Grey. My friend is Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey, mother to three children and wife of Carrick Grey. Like my husband and myself, they could not have biological children of their own. Unlike myself, they have large, caring hearts and, therefore, chose to adopt children. We've run in the same upper class circles in suburban Seattle for quite some time now. Grace has thankfully confided in me innumerable times over the years. It is so helpful to have private information without even searching it out on one's own. Of course, if dear Grace had any idea about my proclivities, I don't think she would be quite so friendly or so forthcoming about anything, least of all her beloved children. I have needs that dear Grace could never possibly comprehend. My own husband has certainly failed at meeting those needs. I have tried to encourage a more aggressive style from him to no avail. Then again, there is no need for him to know the full extent of the dark depths of my heart and psyche. My past has remained safely hidden for more than 20 years. Parts of my present must remain equally so, except with a chosen few. And as my gaze becomes hungry, I believe I may well have found a new confidant right in my very own backyard.
As I admire his beautiful angry face that just hints at what he will become at a man, Grace's recent revelations come to mind.
"Elena, Carrick and I are just at a loss as to what we can't do to help him. I have loved that boy since they first brought him to me in the hospital 11 years ago. But my love isn't helping enough right now. We have brought him to the best psychiatrists. Nothing is stopping the horrid, violent fights. Nothing is keeping him from drinking any alcohol he can get his hands on. My heart just breaks for him anew every day. I worry about his present and I worry about his future. I know that Christian has potential beyond my wildest dreams, but I cannot image how we are going to help him reach it."
Oh, my friend, I think to myself, perhaps I can be of assistance.