Thank you so very much to all of my reviewers! I actually did not think anyone would enjoy this story.
Okay to answer the questions I got from some of my reviewers.
Do Christian and Ana even know anything about her? Yes, they know something's that Grace has told them. But, as I was going to write in this update anyway, they are going to let her come to them and tell her past and what she wants them to know about so she doesn't feel pressured.
How can she be adopted if she has a living 'family' member who wants to keep her? A lot will happen in this update and let's just say Christian is never letting Amy out of his sight again.
What does Amy look like? Will be explained during this chapter.
How old is Phoebe in this? Phoebe is like in the book two years younger than Teddy so she is fifteen.
I hope this answered all your questions. If you have any more please don't hesitate to ask.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS VIOLENCE, CHILD ABUSE AND DRUG USE.
Christian's P.O.V
I cannot believe the kid said she wanted to be a Grey, I always wanted another child but Ana can't fall pregnant again, if she could I think we would have had about ten children. I can't imagine my life without Ana and the kids in it; I'm Christian Grey, a protective father, a loving husband and the most powerful man in Seattle. Well that's what the paper said last week. I think that was honestly the most truthful thing that press have ever written about me. I wonder what would happen if the press ever found out about me being a Dominate and Ana being my Submissive, I bet that would give them something to think about. I look up from my coffee and see that Amy is biting her thumb nail while watching Ana make her a sandwich. I don't really know a lot about this kid, other than she was badly abused, got forced to take Coke, watched her mother die and my mother also said something about her having self-harm scars on one of her thighs. I remember when I used to drink, it used to calm me down and make me feel stronger. It also made me forget the shit that happened in my life when I was younger.
"So, Amy," I start and watch as she peels her eyes from watching Ana to look at me, she still has that damn thumb nail in-between her teeth. "What kind of things do you like?"
Finally she frees her nail to talk. "I like reading, writing and I know that must be kind of a shock because I've never been to school before but I know how to spell, use punctuation and all that stuff. I like listening to music; it used to free me from all the bad shit that was happening around me. My favourite colour is light blue, I got forced to get my belly button pierced when I was thirteen because my mom thought it would make me look cute," She stops for a moment and looks disturbed. When she speaks again her voice is a whisper. "She also said it would make more men want me, since being a whore runs in my family she wanted me to be a little her." She spat the 'her' part and she turns her full body on the chair at our breakfast bar so she can face me.
"You are never going to be a whore; I will never let that happen." I promise her and the way her light blue eyes sparkle when she smiles makes me wish she wasn't tainted with a broken past.
I look over her features and realise she is actually a very beautiful girl, underweight but that is nothing good home cooked meals can't change. Her light blue eyes have some kind of natural sparkle to them and when she smiles they sparkle like disco balls. Her lips have a natural pout to them, full and red. Her nose is small and kind of shaped like a button. Her hair is an almost black dark brown, it has a natural curl to it and it goes to her mid back. She looks like she used to have a fringe but she has clipped it back so it is out of her face, it must have grown too long or something. She has long legs and she seems to be about five foot seven, so she is pretty tall for her age.
She is nothing like Phoebe who is five foot two. My boy Teddy takes after me he's six foot four and is well built from all the sports he plays. Needless to say Teddy is like a mini me but with his mother's eyes and Phoebe is all around Ana but my baby girl has my temper when she gets mad, she also has a strong head and her only flaws seems to be that she is afraid of elevators and doesn't seem to make any friends. Teddy's flaw seems to be that he can't notice that most of the girls he has dated have been using him for his money and power. He likes to treat his women right and if that means spoiling them with gifts he will do it. He has a big heart and a lot of love to give but he just hasn't found that one girl who doesn't give a shit about his money and also his looks. Girl's jaws seem to drop just by looking at him; they all get flushed looks and can't seem to take their eyes off him. He gets just as much attention as I do when we go out, us Grey men must be quite the lady killers. But I only have my eyes on one woman, my Ana.
"What about you? I don't really know anything about you and your family." I hear Amy's voice mumble.
"Well, I'm a CEO and I make quite a lot of money."
"I don't care about your money by the way." Amy cuts in.
I smile at her, she is really is something else. "I know. Anyway, I live for my family. I would die a thousand painful deaths for them, and that now includes my new daughter Amy."
She blushes and her eyes seem to fill with tears of happiness, she looks overjoyed that I called her my daughter. "Thank you, Christian but," Her face changes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds and I just want to get her to smile again. "I am not your daughter; I'm just some kid you just happened to meet in an elevator. I don't deserve this family."
Just then someone clears their throat; I turn to see a tall man with broad shoulders and pale white skin standing at the kitchen door. He has his black hair pushed back by hair gel and his deep brown eyes are dark and if I had to put an emotion to the way he was looking at Amy I would say it was…lust.
"I'm here for my daughter." The man speaks and I turn back to Amy and she has a shocked look on her face.
Amy's P.O.V
Fucking hell Ken is here! He is looking at me with his lustful eyes; it makes me feel really dirty and cheap. He flashes me a fake smile and extends his hand. I look around me and see Christian and Ana looking at me waiting for my response. I never got to the point where I told them about what Ken used to do to me, beating me senseless and I'm surprised the sick fuck never tried to rape me. Then again he did have my mother for his sexual pleasure and now that she is gone he must want me to take her place. I look back at Ken and when he gives me a knowing look I know if don't do as he says he will hurt Christian and Ana and I can't let that happen.
I stand from the breakfast bar and walk over to Ana who has just finished making me a chicken salad sandwich and take her in a hug. She hugs be back tight like she doesn't want to let me go and I suddenly want to cry and tell her everything. But I have to protect them. I pull back and walk over to Christian and without saying a word he takes me into a fatherly hug and kisses my hair, if I had to make my own dream father it would be Christian Grey, he is everything I want in a father. "Please don't leave us, Amy." He mumbles.
When we pull back I bite back my tears, I have to stay strong. "I must leave now, this isn't my family and I don't belong here."
"But we want you to be our family," Ana sobs and I just want to run back into her arms. How can I see Christian and Ana as my perfect parents after knowing them for this amount of time even possible?
"Amy we have to go, we have business to attend to." Ken snaps. I quickly nod and rush over to him.
"Good bye, Mr and Mrs Grey." I call as we leave the house.
As we walk over to Ken's car I can't help but wonder why Christian never put up more of a fight. Maybe I was wrong; maybe the Grey's never really cared about me. I realise how much the Grey's actually care when I see Christian rushing over to the car glaring at Ken, but he doesn't get very far as he gets stopped by his security team. Two men, one who looks like his is in his fifties with a buzz cut and another that looks like he's in his early thirties with short spiky red hair, both men seem to be very well-built under their black suits and are both quite tall too.
"Let me go Taylor or I'll fire you." Christian screams as the buzz cut guy starts dragging him back to his house.
"I don't care Mr Grey, you need to calm down or you will do something I know you will regret." Taylor speaks calmly as he drags him closer to the house. The other guy is silent the entire time as he drags him along with Taylor.
"Get in the fucking car, Amy." Ken spits in a low whisper voice so only I can hear him.
I do as I am told and as I climb inside Ken's car Christian screams in anger. "IF I FIND OUT YOU HAVE FUCKING TOUCHED HER I WILL MOTHER FUCKING KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. I'M GOING TO FIND OUT ALL ABOUT YOU AND RUIN YOU. SHE DESERVES A REAL FAMILY NOT SOME SCREW UP LIKE YOU KENNETH."
Ken scoffs as he climbs into his car. "What an over the top bastard,"
I suddenly feel mad at Ken for disrespecting Christian like that. "Don't talk about him like that!" I snap as he starts the car.
He glares at me and moves so he can whisper in my ear, I move closer to the door and watch as Christian fights more against Taylor and the other guy. He must really want to get to me. "I will make you regret that when we get home." I hear him but I just shut out all of my emotions. I give Ana one last smile before we drive away or as I thought we were, it turns out Ken wanted to piss Christian off more. He drives across Christian's grass and up to the front of the house and rolls down his window and screams.
"GUESS WHO WON THIS ONE YOU ASSHOLE?!" For someone who is meant to be thirty-five Ken really is childish.
"YOU FUCKER!" Christian yells as we drive out of his gate.
When we arrive back at the apartment Ken goes into the kitchen and tells me to sit and wait for him. I do as I am told seeing I have no choice anymore, I regret leaving the Grey's but I know it was for the best. Ken returns a minute later with a cup of tea in his hand; it must be cold since I heard him running the cold tap. He also has a bag of powdery Coke in the other.
"Here drink this lovely ice tea." Ken laughs as he hands me the cup. I take a drink not to seem disrespectful and I regret it in a matter of seconds. It's freezing cold and tastes like crap. Ken chuckles and throws the bag of Coke on the coffee table.
"Thank you," I fake smile at him.
"No problem, my little Angel number two."
I look at him with wide eyes; did he really just call me that? I watch him closely as he begins making two lines of Coke on our dirty glass coffee table. "I haven't had any of this in days." He mutters as he rubs some Coke on his gums. He looks at me with a hungry look in his eyes and he begins palming himself through his pants. "You look so fucking sexy wearing them clothes my little slut. Come over here and put that mouth of yours to work."
I feel like I am about to throw up this is so fucking wrong. I sit glued to my seat as Ken takes a seat right next to me. I can smell his cheap aftershave and some cigarettes, oh how I could do with a smoke right now. I feel Ken pick up my hand and place in on the top of his erection. He hiss threw his teeth and throws his head back. "Suck my cock, slut." He orders.
I can't do this! I will never do this! I quickly stand and make a dash for the front door but I am stopped when I feel Ken wrap his arms around my waist and throw me onto the floor next to the coffee table.
"Here," He spits and grabs my head slamming my face into the coffee table. "Snort this Coke and it will make you feel better." He orders as I clutch my bleeding nose, the fucker has popped my nose. His presses his erection right next to my face and I gag.
"Never," I whisper and punch him in his crouch.
He doubles over in pain and drops to the floor next to me. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He screams and grabs his crouch in pain.
I quickly get to my feet and step over Ken making my way over to the front door again. I don't get far as Ken grabs my ankle making me fall to the floor, I fall on my front and smack my head off the floor in the process. I am in a daze when Ken turns me on my back and straddles me. Without saying a word he begins punching me in the face over and over again till I can barely keep my eyes open. He then climbs off me and starts kicking me in my ribs, I just lie on the floor lifeless and he delivers blow after blow of painful kicks. I don't scream; I know that is all he wants to hear from me, he wants to know how weak he has made me.
"I'm tired of this crap, I'm horny and as your stepfather and life saver… Oh yeah did I mention that I was the one that saved your fucking life? I come home to see your mother with a hole in her and you hanging from the curtain pole. I saved your fucking live and this is how you repay me? You better do as I fucking tell you or I'll make you regret it. You will never get away from me."
I think about what he has just told me as he drags me over to the coffee table, he saved me and I know that it was probably because he lost my mother and wanted another fuck toy. He places my head back on the coffee table and I sniff the Coke as he drags me across the line, it kills me inside as I know that he has actually broke me. He's made me crack. He has made my into my worst fear…my mother.
"Good girl," He mutters as I finish the line. He effortlessly picks me up and lays me down on the sofa. I can't move or speak after the beating he just gave me and the fact that I just took some Coke has paralyzed me, I am as lifeless now as I have ever been.
I don't fight him as he pulls off my shoes and socks. My feet feel cold and I turn my head to face away from him. I look at the TV and I can see how badly my face looks, my nose is bleeding and I have a black eye forming, bruises cover my cheeks and jaw from where he paid most of the attention to hitting. I watch as he raises my t-shit to my belly button and unbutton my jeans.
"I hate skinny jeans but these look good on you. You look like you have gained some weight," He chuckles as he places a hand on my belly. "You have more of a curve now. You don't look fourteen you look like a twenty-one year old, with your long legs and big breasts. What girl who fourteen years old is a fucking 'D' cup? You were born to be my slut, Amy." He finishes his speech as he pulls my jeans from my legs. "I like these," He mutters as he pings the elastic of my pale blue panties. Christian got me the right size in all my clothes, including my bra.
He spreads my thighs and gets on his knees in-between them, this is it, he's going to fuck me and there is nothing I can do about it. I then feel a little bit of strength inside of me as I think about my life if I make it out of here, back safe and sound with the Grey's. Maybe I could become a writer like I have always dreamed about. I move one of my legs to kick him in the stomach and I wind him. He grabs his belly and falls off the sofa and onto the floor. I feel adrenaline rush through my body as I stand and kick him in his stomach over and over again. He yells and tries to grab my foot and stand up but I scratch his face widely until he lets go. I then hear someone calling my name and I turn around to see where it is coming from when I feel Ken grab me and throw me onto the coffee table with so much force that it smashes and I fall through it, I feel the glass dig inside my back and sides. Ken then drags me out from the glass and into the kitchen, my adrenaline is gone and I am back to feeling weak and powerless.
Ken pulls off his sweat pant and grabs a condom from the kitchen draw, his erection is pushing against his boxers and I know that I fighting him and him winning must have turned him on. "Jesus Christ Amy," He breathes and he opens the condom with his teeth. "You and I fighting like that reminded me about how your mom and I used to fight, after the fight we would have a hard fucking session and she would go about her business making me money. Damn I loved your mom… but now I have someone better. Younger and sexier…I have you! Your mom lost her touch when she started taking drugs but you still have your youthful looks and fine ass body. If you fuck the people I need you too plus me whenever I want, I'll pay for the TV to come back on and you can watch it. How does that sound?"
What the hell? It was kind of like someone doing your homework for exchange of you giving them some money. He really thinks I am going to do all that just for a fucking TV? Is he crazy? Well I already know he is crazy but I didn't think he was that bad! He pulls his boxers down freeing himself and I look away in pure disgust. Just then the door is kicked wide open and Christian and four over men in black suits come running inside.
Christian gasps when he sees me laying on the floor all bloody and bruised up and when he turns his attention to Ken, who by now has his boxers at his ankles and his cock in his hand, Christian growls and attacks him. I watch as Christian punches Ken over and over again in the face, I can hear Ken's bones breaking. I stand up with my legs shaking and walk into the bathroom, which luckily is right next to the kitchen. Once inside the bathroom I study my face in the mirror, my eye is swollen and I can see the bruise forming. My bottom lip is spilt open and I have blood running down my chin. My nose is still bleeding and I can see all the bruises forming on my check and jawline more clearly. I look down and go to lift my t-shirt but I stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, I turn my head slowly to the side and see that the person is Christian and I when I look at his hand I see his bloody knuckles from hitting Ken.
"We are getting out of here and going to the hospital. Do you need me to help you put your jeans back on?" He asks in a soft voice and holds my jeans towards me.
Before I can answer my head starts spinning and I suddenly feel really lightheaded. I grip the sink and close my eyes tightly. "I don't feel very good," I mutter and when I fall backwards I land into Christian's arms.
"TAYLOR GET THE CAR QUICKLY. WE NEED TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!"
Is all I hear before my world darkens.
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