DON'T OWN FSOG.

A/N: New pairing. Thanks for voting on the poll. This will be a HEA. There will be drama but mostly fluff. All chapters will be around a thousand words. Let me know what you think.

CPOV

My life started with me being born into what could only be described as hell on Earth. My birth father was no where to he found. Hell who knows if he knew I even existed. My birth mother chose to sell her body for drugs. Leaving me at the mercy of her pimp most times. He would always mistake me as an ashtray leaving round scars on my hack and torso.

At the age of four I was left to starve to death next to my mother who had died from an overdose.

I was found a week later by neighbors who could smell her rotting corpse.

That's when I met Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey. She seemed like she was so gentle and kind.

Her husband Carrick was a little more stern but in the end they chose to adopt me.

I was their second adopted child.

Elliott was three years older then me and made no bones about not wanting me there.

So I just kept to myself and never spoke to anybody.

Then they brought a baby girl named Mia into the fold.

She was only a few months old and soon became the light in everyone's eyes including Elliott.

Me well I became more of an annoyance.

At the age of fourteen I started planning my escape.

I would do odd jobs around the neighborhood to earn money.

By the time I was sixteen I had earned a few thousand dollars.

Most kids at that age would have bought a car but I seen that money as my freedom.

Don't get me wrong the Grey's never abused me or anything. It was more like I didn't exist.

There was this one time I heard my dad tell someone he had two kids and went on and on about Mia and Elliott. It hurt at the time but I learned that no one else was going to look out for me so it was my job to do it.

So at the age of eighteen I graduated high school and got a free ride to Harvard thanks to my grades.

When September came I began my adventure.

Those four years helped mold me into the man I wanted to be.

Armed with a degree in Business I applied for a business loan and by the grave of God was approved.

That was the beginning of Grey Enterprise Holdings.

It only took a year to break the million dollar mark. With the earnings I repaid the loan and acquired an office building in downtown Seattle.

That was three years ago. GEH now has fourteen hundred employees in five countries and six states. At the age of twenty three I became one of the youngest billionaire's in the U.S. I have a beautiful penthouse in one of the most prestigious buildings in Washington. I eat the best foods, drive the best cars, and can buy anything I want.

Yet, even with all of that I'm missing the one thing I have always wanted. A family. Someone to cheer me on, share dinners with, and unconditional love.

My name is Christian Grey and this is my story.

MPOV

My life started out how most would describe as perfect. I was born to high school sweethearts who seemed to worship each other. Sadly, that was only a show for friends, family, and neighbors.

Truthfully, my dad was a walking talking domestic violence ad. It didn't matter if he was having a good day, bad day, or average day he used his fist. The only good thing was he didn't drink I shutter to think what he would have been like if he had. No his vice was gambling well more like gambling badly. As far back as I could remember he lost.

My mom was a typical battered woman. She thought he wouldn't do it again. That it was her fault he would hit her. My dad refused to let her work. He required a clean home, hot dinner, and a submissive wife and daughter. If she failed at any of those shit would hit the fan.

That went on day in and day out until I was fifteen. That was when my mom died of Breast Cancer. Apparently she knew for months but refused treatments. I think she saw it as her way out.

As for me I became the new target of his aggression. I'm not sure how she lasted all those years I only made it to my sixteen birthday. That night I climbed out my bedroom window and ran until my feet were bleeding. They were nothing compared to all the scars I bare from his hands.

I ended up in Vancouver. I hitched to Seattle it seemed easier to disappear in a big city.

I was able to find a job waiting tables at a high end restaurant. Thank God at sixteen I was considered an adult or life would have really sucked. The job was good and paid well but not enough for food, rent, and utilities. So I found a shelter that was able to take me in.

That was two years ago and my situation hasn't changed much. I'm still at the shelter. One big change was that the restaurant I worked at close. I was able to find another waitress job at The Mile High Club. Before I can start I have to meet the owner apparently he has to meet all new hires.

Even with all the pain and suffering in my life I still wanted what every other girl wanted. Security and a loving family.

My name is Maya Blake and this is my story.