So I thought I should write this fiction because it's been stuck in my head for days now. What if Christian and Ana decided to adopt a child like Grace and Carrick did? The battles they will face. Dealing with a broken girl that only Christian himself can fix. Wrote in the P.O.V of Amy (Amy is not based off me. I just named her that because I can't be bothered to think of anything else. Plus I don't mean to sound vain but I like the name Amy. My parents have good taste ;) ) Also Christian's P.O.V. Please enjoy. It will get better.

I lie in the hospital bed. I can't believe my so called mother Angel tried to kill me…fuck! She was a coke whore, she sold her body for her next fix, had a dickhead pimp who used to beat the crap out of us both. She never even tried to stick up for me. She used to sit and watch him as he threw me around, punched, bit, scratched and kneed me. He was real evil bastard. He used to rape my mom when she was passed out or, if she was awake he would pin her down and force himself inside of her, he made me watch when I was younger but as I grew up I would just look at my hands till he rolled off her spend from their 'love' making.

About a week ago my mom told me that we were going to have to die to get away from our troubles. I thought she was fucking insane, I was right when she pulled out a gun and forced me to take some coke cane. My head was spinning after the first line and everything around me felt like a dream. She made me take it until the point in which I couldn't move from the floor. I watched helplessly as my mom tied a rope a curtain pole, she was making a noose for me to kill myself with. I didn't want to die; I grew up feeding myself lies about how it's all going to get better. Boy was I wrong.

I could barely stand as my mom dragged me to the chair and made me stand on it. If I wasn't so off my face I would have put up a fight, I would have tried to have saved myself. She puts the noose around my neck as I studied her features.

She had long messy dark brown hair, bloodshot bright blue eyes and was short. She was skinny, from the lack of food we had and she was really pale. I dreaded to think about what I looked like. My Grandmother called her Angel because she looked like an angel when she was born, now she just looks like a fallen angel. She had fallen from grace when she started taking drugs and met her pimp Ken about six years ago.

She then without saying a word kicked the chair and it fell. My feet dangled off the floor and I couldn't breathe, I tried screaming but nothing came out. I started to widely kick my legs in hope to find something to stand on, but I couldn't find a single thing. Just before it all went black I saw my mom mouth 'I love you' and shoot herself in the head.

When I next woke up I was in a hospital bed attached to wires. That was a week ago and now I feel better. I've gained some weight on my skinny frame and I've now got some colour to my cheeks. The food here isn't great but when you grow up fed stale bread and water anything becomes a lovely meal.

My Doctor, Grace Trevelyan-Grey is a sweet and warm hearted woman. She comes in everyday and checks to make sure I am okay and sits and talks with me. She tells me that she is going to make sure I get a really nice family and they will take good care of me. I don't want some stupid fucking family though! I find it very hard to trust people since my own 'mother' let me down ever since she took me home from the hospital, fourteen years ago.

I am pulled from my thoughts when my leg goes numb from lack of walking around. I groan and climb out of the bed. My legs shake for a moment then adjust to the ground and I begin to walk out of my room. Once I step out of the room and into the corridor I am met with the smell of cleaning products and crisp white walls.

I walk around for a while until I come to an elevator. A panic runs through me as I realise that I will be took into some family and they might be total assholes to me. I don't know how looking at an elevator can make that pop into my head but it does. I quickly press the button and look around to make sure no nurses are around. When the coast is clear I step inside and I am met by a small girl. She looks around my age and her arm is in a cast. She must have fallen from a tree or something. I give her a warm smile and she half smiles at me. I realize that she is looking around panicked as the elevator beings to move again, she must have a fear of them. Why would you come inside an elevator if you are scared of them? I roll my eyes and look at my bare feet.

I open my mouth to speak but the elevator suddenly stops on the eighth floor. Perfect! I scowl at the camera in the corner; stupid pricks are probably watching a porno or something. I turn to see if the girl is alright and she huddled in the corner with her knees to her chest, I can hear her muffled crying. She is shaking like a leaf and I kneel down to look at her.

"Hey, it's alright," I say calmly.

"What if we die in here?" She chokes as she looks up at me.

I furrow my brows for a moment. "We won't die in here."

She scoffs. "How'd you know?"

I shake my head. "Cause I just do, okay?"

She looks unsure for a second before nodding. I smile again and sit with my back against the wall. We sit there for a few minutes in silence and I plan my life from this moment. I will leave Seattle, get little shitty jobs and fly to New York to find my Grandmother. I know it's a long run but it's the only plan I've got right now.

The elevator begins to shake widely as they try to fix it. I can faintly hear from the other side someone yelling the name 'Phoebe' I look over to the girl who I am guessing is this 'Phoebe' person and she stands and bangs on the doors.

"Daddy! Daddy!" She screams and I watch as she tries to open the doors.

"Phoebe, baby. Everything is going to be okay." The man coos through the door.

The elevator begins to shake wilder as Phoebe bangs harder against the door. I suddenly begin to panic, if she doesn't calm down we will both die.

"Calm the fuck down, Phoebe. If you keep banging on that fucking door we will both die!" I yell.

She turns and gives me a shocked expression; I guess she isn't used to people talking to her like that. "Sorry," She mutters and moves to sit next to me.

I shrug. "It's alright."

"Phoebe Grey," She says as she extends her hand.

I smile and take it. "Amy Harrison." I say as we shake hands.

"Nice too meet you." Phoebe mumbles and stands up again.

"You too," I say as she walks back over to the door.

Just as she is about to say something the doors fly open and I man dressed in a grey business suit steps inside.

"Phoebe," He sighs.

"Daddy!" Phoebe yells and runs into his arms.

He scoops her up into a hug and I feel a little jealous as I watch them. All I ever wanted was to be held my so called father like that, but the bastard left before I could even talk.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he looks her over.

She nods her head and turns to face me again. "This is my friend Amy Harrison. She kept me calm as the elevator was stuck."

Friend?! I've never been called someone's friend before, I don't even know her other than her name and she is calling me her friend? I shake my head and stand up from the floor. I walk out of the elevator and Phoebe's father holds out his hand for me. I shake it and he gives me a broad smile.

"Thank you very much, Amy. I don't know what my little girl would have done if you weren't there." His voice is strong and deep, he sounds like a man who has a lot of power. I drop his hand and he wraps an arm around Phoebe's shoulders.

I look up at him and nod. "It wasn't a problem Mr Grey."

"Please, call me Christian." He smiles again.

I nod and suddenly I hear someone shout my name from across the corridor. I turn to see Grace running toward us.

"Christian, how is she?" She asks as she takes Phoebe in her arms.

"I'm fine Grandma." Phoebe whispers as she hugs Grace tighter.

"I'm glad sweetheart," Grace sighs in relief and her eyes clock on me. "What are you doing out of bed, Amy?"

I shrug. "I had to stretch my legs."

She narrows her eyes and I swift on my feet. "You had to stretch your legs in an elevator?"

I look at my bare feet and bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I'm never going to get away from here. All I want is for someone to actually give a shit about me, and so far the only person that is was now looking rather displeased with me.

"I don't want to live with some family that I don't even know." I mutter and bit my lip harder to stop my tears from falling.

"Is she up for adoption?" Christian says sounding confused.

"Yes, she is." Grace sighs and I know she is right next to me. I glance at her quickly and she gives me a pained look. "Sweetie, that's just life. You have nobody to look after you in Seattle and your Grandmother doesn't want anything to do with you."

I glare at Grace. "Why doesn't she want anything to do with me?"

She looks around the room for a moment until sighing. "I told her that there was a large amount of coke cane in your system and she said she doesn't want anything to do with a druggy."

I gasp. "You told my Grandmother I was a drug addict?"

She gives me a shocked look. "Of course I didn't. I didn't know you were forced to take it. You didn't tell me about her holding a gun at you and making you take it until a few days ago."

I shake my head and turn to run away when I run into a small woman. I stumble back and the woman grabs my arms to stop me from falling. I stare at her wide eyed; she looks just like an older version of Phoebe. It must be her mother.

"Sorry," She mumbles.

"I was the one who was trying to run away and ran into you." I sigh.

She gives me a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

I scowl at the floor and nod my head. "Yeah, I'm peachy."

"Are you sure?" She asks and cups my chin to make me look her in the eye.

I make eye contact with her; I feel her motherly love and care. I can't stop the tears as they fall down my face. She frowns and takes me into her embrace. I lean down and hug her; she is such a short woman. She smells like expensive perfume and her clothes feel soft and well cleaned.

"No. I'm so scared." I choke and she holds me tighter.

"What has got you so scared, sweetheart?" She mutters.

I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. "Everything,"

She sighs and pulls me to arm's length. "Everything is going to be okay,"

I shake my head. "You don't know that."

She gives me a warm smile. "You helped our daughter, now let us help you."

I give her a confused look when she and Christian begin looking at each other. Christian nods and she gives him a broad smile. She takes my hands and squeezes them.

"Christian and I are unable to have any children after Phoebe. Something went wrong and if I try and have another child I may die. We both love our jobs so adopting a young child is out of the question and when I saw you, Amy. I knew that you should have a safe and loving family. That's why; I would love it if you would become a Grey." She gives me a warm smile as she finishes her speech.

I gasp. I have known these people for five minutes and they want me to join their family? I look around and see them all grinning hopefully at me. I furrow my brows and look at back at the woman.

"I don't even know your name,"

"Oh, silly me, I am Anastasia but you can call me Ana. I am Phoebe's mother; I also have a son named Theodore who is seventeen. Christian is my husband and Grace over there is my mother in law."

I nod. "Why do you want to adopt me?"

Ana sighs and drops my hands. "I want to give you the best future possible and when I look at you now, I see a broken young woman who needs love and care. I want to make sure you have the best future possible. I can feel it in my heart that if I don't help you then it will be the biggest mistake of my life. So how about it? Do you want to become a Grey?"

I don't know if I will continue to write this, if you like this and want to read more than review. If I get a good response then I will continue but if not then I don't think I will continue. Sorry. But it is up to you guys if you want more.

Also Amy doesn't know that Christian and Ana are really rich. She doesn't have the slightest clue who Christian Grey is. If continued she will learn a lot about the Grey's.

Reviews would be lovely.