After reading a lot of different FF stories, there was this one that stuck out and made me want to do my own version of it. In essence, it may be similar to it, but I am doing my own spin. While I was just going to hand write the whole story, I decided to join and put it up, since after all it was another user's story that gave me the idea, which finally pushed me to do this. So, without further ado, I share with those that want to my version of Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James and the FF story that inspired me. Thank you in advance and hope you enjoy Fifty Shades too young of Steele-Grey!
P.S. Before I forget, all italics will be what the characters are thinking...I think I will limit the story as you will tell to just the point of view of Anastasia and Christian, but I may add some more character's perspectives. Anyways, I will for sure do every chapter from both, Anastasia and Christian's points of view so please be patient with me. Well, once again thanks!
Disclaimer: All of the original characters belong to the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy by E.L James. I do not own any of the work. I will maintain some parallels to the main story or other fan fiction, but it will mainly be my original work and include new characters.
This story will be strictly rated M. For mature audience, due to language and sexual content.
Chapter 1 - How it all began...
APOV
*sob* why? Why? WHY! WHY DADDY! *sob* I cannot lose you please...PLEASE DEAR GOD! Somehow he has to be fine...he just has to...he has to.
I am brought out of my thoughts when I hear someone by the entry way of the waiting room.
"Ms. Steele...?" asks a doctor with a worried expression.
"Yes, I am Anastasia Steele. How is my father?" I reply hoping for the best. After all, I have been in this waiting room for nearly 11 hours. I know it is almost time to go to school, but I don't want to go. I want to be with my father. At least, it is already Thursday, so I will just have to go today and tomorrow. So, I will have all weekend with him. Thank god. I will be able to help in his recovery somewhat, since I will have to go to school again, but at least they are all going to be half days due to the finals and AP Exams, so everything will be fine. I will be able to organize everything. I hope.
"Well Ms. Steele, I was one of the doctors in charge of your father..." before the doctor could explain further I cut him off.
"Wait, what do you mean was...?" I question while jumping out of my seat.
"Ms. Steele please sit down" the doctor implores me.
"Please, Dr..." I begin to beg him to answer.
"Dr. Roberts" he quickly replies, but once again he remains quiet wanting me to sit down.
As I sit down, I begin to question him again "well Dr. Roberts what happened to my father? When will I be able to see him? How long will he have to be here? Will he be ok?"
He waits for my rant to die down before he begins to explain everything, "Ms. Steele, your father was in a major car accident. When he arrived, he had severe external injuries, but our concerns were more on the internal damage that may have occurred. The paramedics listed that he had fallen unconscious shortly after getting him in the ambulance, which was alarming and suggested a major head injury, which would have been our second priority to address. They also included that he had a broken arm, leg and ribs. As soon as he arrived, our focus was on the possible damage due to his broken ribs. Indeed, there was serious internal bleeding and one of his ribs was puncturing his lung, but due to the angle he was somehow still alive. We rushed him immediately to the operating room, where we were trying to stop the bleeding and repair his lung. However, his blood loss was too great and went into cardiac arrest three times throughout the surgery. We were able to stabilize him after the first and second cardiac arrests, but by the third he was very weak," he takes a breath preparing to say what I already know and fear most.
"I am sorry Ms. Steele. We tried our best, but your father has passed away" he calmly waits by my chair, in order to see what will happen.
I don't say anything. I drop my eyes to the ground as they begin to pool with tears. My daddy, my strong and stoic father, Ray Steele has passed away. Just like that my world has come to an end. I close my eyes and begin to shake my head no. This can't be. He is going to be fine. He can't be dead. He is my daddy, and he will be fine. Yesterday can't be the last day that I saw him. What am I going to do now? Am I going to have to go live with that woman that goes by mother and Bob now? No. NO! NOOO! I will not. I will be with my daddy. Now. And, ALWAYS!
Before the doctor can say anything else, I jump from my seat, and I run. I run until I reach my car. I quickly drive back to the house, because I know as soon as the tears begin that will be it for me. I will be opening up the flood gates. In less than 10 minutes and after breaking who knows how many laws, I am back at the house. Once again, I run. I run up the driveway. I run to the door. I run into the house. I run up the stairs. I run into his room. I run to get to his bed, but before I can reach it, I trip. It is out of my grasp, just like my daddy. I fall to the floor, and I am lost. I hand myself over to the sadness that began to eat at me, since hearing those words. I cry and cry and cry. Meanwhile, I ball myself as small as possible as if doing so will help me contain myself from breaking into the million pieces that I can feel my heart shattering into. I have just lost the one true love that I had in my life. My daddy. So I let myself get lost. I lose myself in the darkness that is filling and holding together the shards of my heart, and soon enough I fall asleep.
Next thing I know, there is knocking at the door. I slowly get up from the floor and glance at the clock. It's 5:23 pm. Well, so much for going to school today. I slowly walk down the stairs and open the door. I see an older man in his fifty's with gray hair and kind brown eyes. He is wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. He does not wait for me to speak. He just starts to explain himself.
"Good afternoon, my name is Andrew Johnson. I used to be your father's attorney. You must be his daughter, Anastasia. It is a pleasure to meet you" he extends his hand for me to shake, which I do and so he continues to talk. "Well, I am here in order to explain to you what will happen, since all of this must be very confusing for you." He states and pauses while looking at me directly at my eyes. I still don't say anything. If I begin to talk, I am afraid I will just start to cry again. And, now, I need to be strong, strong like my daddy. He begins to realize that I will still not say anything. After another couple of awkward minutes standing there, he finally caves and asks, "May I come in?" I just nod and move aside. We walk straight to the dining room table and sit down. He commences talking again. "Well, as I already explained I was your father's attorney, so I am here to explain to you what will be happening for the next 24-48 hours," he states and allows for the information to sink in. I just nod again, in order to let him know that I am ready for him to continue. So, he begins to explain again, "since you are a minor by law, I have already notified your mother, and she will be flying up to Montesano. When she arrives tomorrow, I will read Ray's will. As for now, we have already begun the process of his funeral, which will occur on Sunday morning at 10:00 am" he pauses again to see how I am, but as he waits for me to acknowledge him I realize that my mother is coming. Before he can continue, I blurt out "I don't want to see my mother." The lawyer looks at me questioningly and states "Anastasia, you are still a minor. I am afraid you will have to see her, and move back with her."
No. NO. NO! NOO! No fucking way in hell am I living with her. We haven't even spoken, since after I told her what happened with that dreadful man, husband number 3, and she chose him over me. I ask, "Is there any way, in which I don't have to live with her and stay here?" After all, I would not just be dealing with losing my father, well step-father, but I would also be having to leave Montesano and my few good friends, Madison and Beth.
Mr. Johnson ponders what I am saying prior to finally replying, "Since you are 17 years-old, you can petition for an emancipation, which could be active almost immediately, depending on your mother's response to it. You would have to find a new place of residency, since this house would be taken by the bank and find a job to prove you can support yourself, even if you do or do not receive any money from the will, because you are still under 18 that money will not be available to you. Once you do turn 18, you will officially be an independent adult, and you will also receive whatever money may have been left to you."
I sit thinking about what he just said. I have always taken care of Ray one way or another, so I know how to take care of myself. I think I can do this. I just need to find a job. If I can find a lead for a job before my 'mother' comes then I will proceed with the emancipation. I answer him, "Mr. Roberts, I would like to start up the process for emancipation. If I am able to find a job before my mother arrives, I would like to continue. I know it will probably be quite some money, but I will pay you as soon as I get my first paycheck. I swear."
"Anastasia, do not worry about the money. I will gladly help you if you do wish to proceed with the emancipation. I think you are being very mature and handling this very well, so do not worry. You just let me know. I will draw up the paperwork, so they will be ready to submit as soon as you decide. Ok?" He concludes.
I cannot believe it. Wow! He would actually help me! I have known him for less than an hour, yet this person believes and cares more than my own mother could. "Well thank you very much Mr. Johnson. You have no idea how much I appreciate what you just said," I tell him as I look at him straight in the eyes, in order to convey my appreciation.
"I guess that is it for now then Ms. Steele, I will be back to read the will to you and your mother, and we will proceed from there. Now, if you will excuse me, I should get going. Good evening." he concludes as he extends his hand for me to shake again. I do so gladly. I walk him out to the door. As soon as he leaves, I make a run for my dad's workshop in the garage, in order to begin my search for a job.
At almost 11 pm, I call it quits. So far no such luck. Great. Just great! At this rate, I will have to be moving in with HER...*augh* I can feel the bile rise at the idea of having to live with her, no matter how short of an extent of time that it may be.
I make myself a cereal and go on to take a shower, in order to get ready for bed. I go to sleep almost instantly. All I can think is why? But, I guess I should try and just get through the last days of my junior year. There is no point in questioning my existence and the universe and all, since I am useless against it.
When I wake up, it is 8:06 am. Shit! I overslept! Crap! I need to get to school. Great I was hoping on having more time to search for a job, but I guess that will have to wait until I get back from school today.
The day goes by really slowly. I avoid Madison and Beth. I don't think I could handle talking to them just yet. As soon as my seventh period let's out, I make a run for the student parking to go home. As I get home, I get a text message from her. She will be here by 6:30 pm tonight, so that leaves me a little under two and a half hours to get a job. Oh please. Oh please. Dear God. Please! Let me find a job.
I instantly go to the garage and begin looking through the address book my dad used for his clients and competition. As I lift the book from the table, a card falls out. Weird, I hadn't noticed this card before. As I pick it up, I notice that there is writing on the back...Ray, remember if you ever need anything, and I mean anything do not hesitate to call. Well, if this person was so willing to help my dad, I guess they might do him one last favor. I turn the card around to see who it is from. Hmm. Elliot Grey from Grey Construction Seattle, WA. Well that's just great it had to be Seattle. I guess I should call anyways maybe they have something here in Montesano or I could always just move there I guess. What am I thinking? Could I leave Montesano? *sigh* I don't think I could stay here surrounded by everything that reminds me of my dad without completely falling apart. Alright, well I will just see. After all, I do have to find a new place to live. Well, first things first, I have to stop getting ahead of myself. I still know nothing from this man regarding a possible job, and I am already planning ahead. Ok. I just need to try.
I reach the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone to dial the number. As I type in the last digit, my finger hovers on the call button. Please. Please give me a change God. I don't want to move with her across the country. I can handle myself.
I press the button. Well I guess this is it.
The phone rings and rings. By the 5th ring, I am thinking of just hanging up, but before I do I hear someone on the other line.
"Elliot Grey speaking" he states.
I am shocked that he actually answered when I was just about to hang up, so for some reason I cannot speak.
Noticing the silence, he speaks again "Hello? This is Elliot Grey speaking. Who is this?"
For fear of him hanging up, I begin to talk "Yes, hello sorry Mr. Grey...umm this is Anastasia Steele...I'm umm Ray Steele's daughter."
"Yes, hi. I remember Ray. Wow. I didn't know he had a daughter. It has been what 6-7 months, since I last spoke with him. Well, anyways how is he? What can I do for you?" he says and waits for my response.
"Well, Mr. Grey..." before I can continue he stops me and says "call me Elliot."
"Well, umm...Mr...Umm...Elliot I was calling to see if there was any chance perhaps that you could give me a job" I wait to see what he will say before I resort to having to speak about my dad. I would hate to pressure him like that.
Before he speaks again to me, I hear him excuse himself. Then, he is back on the phone with me, "Ok well Anastasia, I don't really have much right now that could possibly be appropriate for you. There is a lot of heavy labor and I need experienced workers. If you and your dad need more money or something, I think I can send some jobs for Ray to do, so why don't you let me speak with him."
"Oh...umm...well I don't think that will be possible, but I will be more than happy to do anything. I swear. I am a hard worker" I state hoping to redirect the conversation away from my dad, but no such luck.
"Yes, I believe that you would be a hard worker knowing how Ray is, but I would really like to speak with him first," he states waiting for me to pass the phone to my dad.
*sigh* I guess I have no choice, but to tell him. Well, it is now or never, before I lose the little strength that I have..."Well Mr. Grey, it's just that my father passed away yesterday, and I need to find a job now and such and well I found your card within my dad's stuff in his workshop and I guess I just thought that I would give it a try...so umm yeah well thanks anyways. Sorry to have wasted your time. Good bye," I say as quickly as possible before I break down crying. That's it I will have to move with her. WHY?!
Right before I hang up, I hear him say "Wait Anastasia wait hang on a second..."
"Yes" I reply quietly.
"I am sorry for your loss. I had no idea. Ray was such a good man, and I would be honored to help him out by helping you out. Do you still live in Montesano? If so, I do not have anything down there. I have all my jobs here in Seattle, so I guess you can commute, but that's a lot of driving. I could try and find something for you down there and send some of my guys to help you out," he continues to rant his ideas, but before he can go on I cut him off.
"Mr. Grey...umm that's really not necessary. I will have to move out of my house, so if the work is in Seattle. Then, that's where I will be. I would be glad to move, but umm...I will need to do so after next week while I am on umm summer break," I quickly and quietly say hoping that he didn't really hear the end.
"Whoa. Wait. Summer break. Are you in college? If so, would it be wise for you to move here? Or will you be graduating soon?" he asks me with curiosity.
"Well...Actually..." I begin, but I cannot find it in me to tell him.
"Actually. Actually what Anastasia? If you want this job, you will have to let me know exactly what you are planning to do," he asks irritated and waits for my response.
"Well, Mr. Grey. I am actually just finishing my junior year of high school," I wait for him to react to what I have just shared.
"YOU WILL WHAT!?" he shouts. Yup, just as I thought. Well that was as close as I will get. He however continues to question me, "Anastasia exactly how old are you?" he angrily questions.
"I am 17 sir," I wait for the next set of questions.
"So, you are a 17 year-old asking me for a job, willing to move more than 2 hours away from home in order to do hard labor in a city you don't know without any help from anyone? And, what? Will you still be attending school or will you be dropping out?" he summarizes.
"Well, I was hoping to work all summer in order to save enough money to be able to afford my own apartment or something. Then, I was planning on getting a part time job while I finished my senior year at least, because I know it is hard enough getting a good job without a college degree let alone a high school diploma" I respond hoping that will suffice, but again no such luck.
"Are you alone Anastasia? Don't you have anyone else to turn to?" he asks quietly. I can almost feel his pity for me. I wonder if I should or should not tell him about my mother. Hmmm...well I might as well. If he finds out later on he might just force me to go back to her, which will have made all my efforts pointless. And, by then who knows how she will treat me, since I would have put her through this situation.
"Not exactly sir. I still have my mother but that's it. But, before you begin asking anymore. I have not spoken or seen my mother in nearly nine years. Nothing. Absolutely no contact whatsoever. So, she is basically a stranger. She was never really my mother, and even though Ray was my step-father, he was more of a father than she was my mother, even though she gave birth to me. I am planning on emancipating myself from her," I conclude and wait for him to say something. I wait and wait. Wow did he hang up on me. Nope. The call is still on.
"Umm...? Are you there?" I question willing him to not hang up on me and turn me down.
"How many people have you called about a job?" he asks. Wow. I was not expecting that question. I wonder where he is going with this.
"Umm...you are like the 18th person I have called. I understand if you cannot give me a job. I was just really hoping to find one in order to proceed with the emancipation process, but I guess that isn't going to happen. Well, thank you for your time again" I state disappointedly.
"Wait, Anastasia. Just hang on. What is with you wanting to hang up on me," he pauses as he starts to talk away from his phone to someone then he continues, "Ok here is the deal I will give you a job under certain conditions. Ok?" he states.
"Wait, seriously?! You would give me a job? Yes, of course what are the conditions?" I state before he regrets his offer.
"Ok, for starters do not worry about finding an apartment. I have a guest house, which you are more than welcome to use as long as needed, and I do not want to hear anything about rent until you are at least college bound if you decide to go to school nearby. I will give you whatever tasks I can, but I do think you should find a better suited job for yourself. However, the job hunt can wait until you have completely settled down. I will drive down there tomorrow to meet you and personally help you with whatever is necessary and stay there until you finish school. Afterwards, we will come back up to Seattle. When you come here, I will immediately enroll in my old high school. Understood? I will sign for anything if necessary as your guardian. And, like I said you will be college bound no buts. If you can agree to this then I guess we have a deal, so what is it going to be?" he finishes.
Seriously! Who is this person! OMG! This has got to be the nicest person I have ever met! I bet he is just like Ray. I know that I will never be able to replace him, but maybe we will have a similar relationship... "Of course Mr. Grey! I do not know what to say! Thank you! Thank you so much!" I say graciously.
"Sure, no problem, but Anastasia one more thing" he states.
"Yes, Mr. Grey?" I ask. What could it be?
"Remember…call me Elliot. Well, I will let you know when I get there, but it should not be any later than noon tomorrow. And, this is your cell phone, right?" he informs me.
"Yep, it is. And, Elliot?" I pause to completely get ahold of his attention, "thank you. I will see you tomorrow." I say ready to hang up the best call of my life.
"Laters" he says and hangs up. Hmm weird good-bye for an old man.
Wow. I can't believe it. I actually got a job. I got a job. I GOT A JOB! If Ray could see me now. *sob* No I am not going to cry anymore. I will be strong, just like him. I will move forwards head on. Now to call, and begin to pack up. I am counting the hours until I am finally in Seattle and away from my mother. I just have to get through this week, especially the rest of today and then the weekend. I bet after my mother learns of the emancipation I will not have to worry about her ever again. Well, I guess I will find out in about an hour and a half.
CPOV
Mommy? Mommy! Mommy! I'm hungry mommy...Mommy? Oh no he's back. I have to hide. I need to hide. I can hear him. He's here. OH WHAT NOW?! WHAT HAS THAT BITCH DONE NOW! FOR FUCKS SAKE. NOW WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD COME HERE! OH THERE YOU ARE! Pain. Pain. So much pain.
*huff* oh for fucks sake another god damn fucking nightmare. I look over to my alarm clock. Its 3:15 am. Great. Just fucking great! It's already god damn fucking Thursday. I might as well get up now, since there's no way I'll be able to fall back asleep. Same as any other day.
I go to my piano and play until 5:00 am. Well at least that's a more reasonable time to be awake.
I go back to my room and change to my workout outfit. I might as well burn off all this extra energy until I go to work. I should really find a new sub. It's been 2 months, since I got rid of Susannah, but I can't handle another one of them irritating the shit out of me. I guess I can do a one night scene at least. Yeah. I'll call Elena to arrange it for tomorrow after work.
I go down to workout with Taylor following my every move. Then, I go back up to shower, change, and eat before going to work as always at 7:40 am to be there by 8:00 am. I go to my meetings then do lunch, and before I now it, it is already 8:55 pm. I guess I should go back home now. I leave and get home at 9:15 pm, so I go straight to my office. I don't come out of my office until it is 10:30 pm. I already called Elena for a sub. I really need a quick fuck, so I arranged everything for tomorrow. I eat dinner, take a shower, and go to bed answering last minute emails. After midnight rolls around, I decide to call it a night. I turn off the lights and go to sleep knowing that in 3 or so hours I would be waking up due to my nightmares again. Always. Always the same.
Mommy? Mommy! Mommy! I'm hungry mommy...Mommy? Oh no he's back. I have to hide. I need to hide. I can hear him. He's here. OH WHAT NOW?! WHAT HAS THAT BITCH DONE NOW! FOR FUCKS SAKE. NOW WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD COME HERE! OH THERE YOU ARE! WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HIDE FROM ME! I try to escape, but he is to strong. He throws me onto the floor. Pain. Pain. So much pain.
*ah* Great *huff* It's now 3:23 am, but Friday instead. I swear all the days have begun to mesh together. I go down to my piano again. I play until it is 5:00 am again. Then, I go down to workout with Bastille while Taylor watches me again. Then, I go back to the penthouse to shower, change, and eat. I leave for work at 7:40 am again, and I start work at 8:00 am. It is now lunch time and as I am about to start eating Elliot walks in. What the fuck is he doing here? Oh yeah I told him to come to lunch today to discuss the reparations needed at the shipyard and the new buildings that I acquired.
"Well, hello little bro. It is nice to see you. If I remember correctly, I was supposed to meet you for lunch, yet here you are already eating," he points out.
"Oh fuck off Elliot. I forgot," I remark not willing to tolerate his attitude.
"Ouch, jeesh, you already forgot about your big brother? Well, I should be offended," he answers.
"Well, you are here now, so sit down. I will call Andrea to get you some lunch," I offer and as I am about to call Andrea. Elliot receives a call. He does not seem to care for it, but he quickly changes his mind and answers it.
"Elliot Grey speaking" he states. Then, he waits for the other person to reply, but I guess there's silence, since he scrunches his face before speaking again, "Hello? This is Elliot Grey speaking. Who is this?" There finally seems to be an answer, so he replies "Yes, hi. I remember Ray. Wow. I didn't know he had a daughter. It has been what 6-7 months, since I last spoke with him. Well, anyways how is he? What can I do for you?" Who the hell is he talking to? Who is this Ray person? What does it matter that he has a daughter? Then, he shocks me because he tells the person on the other line to call him Elliot, but before I can hear more he excuses himself to go take the call outside of my office. Seriously. The fuck is he going to just leave me here while he takes that call. A personal one from the change in his tone of voice. So, I start eating. As I finish my meal, I am surprised that Elliot still has not returned from his call. I know that I eat fast, but where the fuck is he? Did he just leave? I get up and go to the door. As I open it, I hear him say "Wait, Anastasia. Just hang on. What is with you wanting to hang up on me?" What the fuck?! Seriously, he left me inside to talk to one of his fucking whores of the month. He must have felt my eyes burning a hole in his head, because he turns around and tells me that he will just be a few more minutes. Like hell he will be! But, I go back into my office but not before I hear the remaining of his sentence, "Ok here is the deal I will give you a job under certain conditions. Ok?"
Really? He not only left to talk to some bitch, but as it turns out, it has to be a prostitute...Well, isn't that what I basically do. *augh* whatever. I sit back down at my desk and wait for him to come back.
About 10 minutes pass until he comes back in, I don't even let him sit back down before I start to tell him off.
"Well, Elliot, you managed to take up basically all of my lunch time talking to one of your one night stands, so you have just about 2 minutes to update me on the progress of the construction sites," I say looking him right in the eyes, so he understands that I'm dead serious.
"Really?! Like really Christian? You are fucking going there" he angrily retorts.
I just sit there looking at him and wait yet again for him to speak.
He finally gets it and speaks, "Fine! Just fucking fine! Everything is on fucking schedule! There you happy? Are you fucking happy now? God damn it Christian not everything is fucking about you or your bizarre need to be master of the fucking universe. You seriously did not even bother to find out what was happening for fucks sake!" he shouts back at me. Wow, I was not expecting that. But, he continues his rant, "I will be out of town starting tomorrow, and I will not be back until next weekend. So, if YOU!" he pauses to point a finger at me, "Mr. Grey need anything call Matthew as he is my second in command" he is almost blue in the face from shouting at me. He turns around, and he looks at me again before he says, "just for once in my fucking life I would like to deal with Christian Grey my brother not Christian Grey the douchebag CEO." He then turns around and leaves my office. Well what the fuck was that! I am stunned speechless. I don't think I have ever heard Elliot talk to me like that. I am soon brought out of my thoughts as I hear Andrea through the intercom telling me that my next meeting is in 10 minutes. Well, it is back to work for me then. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I realize that I have the reservation of the room at the club and the sub tonight, but after what happened with Elliot I am no longer in the mood. I quickly text Elena to cancel stating that I cannot go as I am busy with work. I just go home though around 9:30 pm and quickly eat dinner, so I can go to bed. I try to figure out why the fuck Elliot's words affected me so much, but soon enough I fall asleep.
APOV
After the phone call, I really applied myself to get all the essentials out of the way. It is now 5 minutes to 6:30 pm, when I hear knocking at the door. It is Mr. Johnson. Thank god.
I open the door and let him in. As soon as we get to the dining room table, there is another knock at the door. This time I know that it is her. I walk back and open the door. We don't say anything. She just comes in, and she follows me back to the dining room table.
After we sit down, Mr. Johnson begins to talk.
"Well, good evening Mrs. Adams. I am Mr. Andrew Johnson. I used to be Ray Steele's attorney. So, first things first I will begin reading his will. Then, if you or Anastasia have any questions, you may ask me. Lastly, there is one other topic to discuss, but that can wait until the end. Are you both ready to begin?" he declares as he accurately encompasses the entire evening.
I nod, and she says a short yes.
Mr. Johnson opens his briefcase and opens a folder before he begins to read. I take this moment to study my mother more. She has not really changed. She still looks just like an older version of me, except she has shoulder length hair rather than my waist long hair. She also has a tan, but I guess that is partly due to her living in Georgia rather than here in Washington, which supports my pale complexion. I return the focus of my baby blue eyes to Mr. Johnson, while she has had her hazel eyes on him the entire time.
"Mr. Ray Steele leaves all of his personal possessions to Miss Anastasia Steele to do as she pleases. He leaves her his collection of fishing gear. Lastly, he leaves her with $100,000 from his insurance policy to do as she may deem fit upon her 18th birthday. Regarding the house and the cars, they will be taken over by the bank. Anastasia you have one month to leave the house, but the cars will be taken immediately, so you must clean them out. So, are there any questions?" he concludes.
I am in shock. Holy shit! I'm going to have $100,000! I might actually be able to go to college, and for now I just basically have to work to support myself, which should not be a problem since Elliot will be helping me out. I will actually be able to repay his generosity. I am brought back to the conversation, when my mother decides to speak.
"If everything was left to her, then why do I have to be here?" she angrily questions him.
"You are here, because Anastasia is still a minor. I could not read the will to her solely. She is also still your daughter and therefore, your legal responsibility, which brings me to the other reason that we are here. Anastasia has decided to become emancipated from you" he replies coldly.
She just stares at him then turns to me briefly before turning her attention back to him. When she looks at him, she responds, "That's just fine by me. Where do I sign? I want to leave here as soon as possible."
Mr. Johnson and I are shocked. I cannot believe how easily she is giving me away yet again! Well, I guess I shouldn't complain, but still she couldn't at least have spoken with me first before deciding what she was going to do?!
Mr. Johnson finally reacts and takes out a different folder. She signs first. Then, I sign. Then, Mr. Johnson signs and notarizes the documents. When it is all done, he says that he will submit the documents first thing Monday morning. We will then simply receive a letter of approval, since both of us were so willing to cooperate. Afterwards, I will be randomly reviewed to ensure that I am meeting all of state's requirements.
She stands up and all she does is look at me. Then, she quietly says good-bye. She then sees herself out. I guess that's the last time that I will see my mother. To some extent, I have officially lost both parents as of now.
Mr. Johnson stands up and also takes his leave after stating that he will be at my disposal if needed. He also mentions that he will be attending the funeral.
When he leaves, I go into the kitchen and eat a sandwich. Then, I slowly go into my bathroom to take a shower. When I am finished, I crawl into bed. This is it. I'm all by myself now. This is what I wanted, so why do I feel like this? As I continue to question myself, I drift to sleep hoping for a better tomorrow.
