Once again thank you for your reviews, reads and follows. I know this is my third update today but I started writing this a few weeks ago so have a few chapters ready which I am just proof reading when I get the chance and then posting straight away. I'd just like to point out that this story is based on Elliot but I will be involving other things, such as Christian and Elena, as I want to stick closely to the original book as much as possible. Although I know it will have some differences as Elliot doesn't have a teenage daughter in the book.
"Mummy! Daddy!"
The piercing scream of her daughter startled Grace. She had just settled the baby into her new Moses basket she had gotten the night before. She glanced at the baby to check she was still asleep before running out of her bedroom.
As she quickly moved down the stairs she heard Mia crying loudly as well as crashes and bangs. She followed the noise into the living room and covered her mouth at the sight before her.
Mia was huddled behind the footrest of the couch crying and covering her head with her arms. She looked petrified and for a good reason. Elliot and Christian were brawling around the living room. Punches were being thrown quickly as they shoved each other into cabinets and walls.
Christian grabbed his brother's shoulders and pushed him into the cabinet next to the couch and Elliot's back smashed through the glass. Christian snarled at him before punching him in the nose. Mia cried harder as she curled herself into a tighter ball to protect herself from the glass the fell over her.
"Carrick! Somebody help!" Grace screamed as she ran towards her sons. She was careful not to be hit and she grabbed Christian's arm. She pulled it but was shoved backwards. She tried again but this time grabbed Elliot's arm. She kept her firm grip stopping Elliot from hitting his brother.
"Boys stop! Please! You're scaring Mia! Please!" She pleaded but it didn't stop them. They continued to fight; Elliot kicked his brother away from him and threw himself at him. They both fell to the floor where Christian quickly got the upper hand and straddled Elliot. He rained punch after punch on his brother's face not caring about his mother's cries or the blood pouring from his brother's face.
It wasn't until two pairs of arms grabbed Christian by his shoulders and pulled him away. He quickly pushed them off him and stepped back away from his brother who was lying on the floor. Harvey, the security guard, held his arms up motioning Christian to move further back and stayed in front of Christian just in case. Christian's eyes burnt with rage as he watched his brother. He wanted to kill him for the hurt he caused their mother. She deserved better than that and Elliot got everything he deserved.
The silence of the room was disturbed by Mia starting to cry again. Carrick looked behind the footrest and saw her huddled there. He took quick strides from Elliot's side where he scooped up his shaking daughter. He held her close as he shushed her tears. Noticing that she wasn't calming he looked down to see blood on her arms. She had several cuts along each arm from where the glass had hit her skin. Carrick's anger increased as he realised his sons had hurt his baby girl as well as each other.
"Gracie, Mia needs her arms cleaning up," he said quietly so he didn't startle his little girl who was still sobbing in his arms. Grace quickly nodded and took Mia from Carrick. She rushed from the room to clean up her wounds leaving Carrick alone with his sons and employee.
"Harvey, thank you for your help but I can take it from here." He said calmly.
"Mr Grey, Sir. I think it would be wise if I stayed, in case of another fight." Harvey said as he eyed Christian and Elliot.
"That won't be necessary. I don't think either of them would dare start anything or it might be the last thing they did." The anger in his voice seeped through. Harvey hesitated but noticed his boss was not to be messed with right now. He nodded and left the room, but not before glancing back once more.
"Both of you get up and get into my study right now!" He shouted. Elliot pulled himself off the floor and held his hand up to his nose which was still bleeding. Both of the boys walked out of the destroyed living room and across the hallway into their father's study. They each sat in a chair in front of his desk. They both knew they were in big trouble. Carrick only ever spoke to them in his study when they had done something wrong. They normally left the study being grounded but they knew this time a simple grounding wouldn't be enough.
Carrick stormed into his office 10 minutes later with a small hand towel in his hand. As he walked past Elliot he shoved the towel into his chest and sat behind his desk.
"For your nose." He muttered as he moved things off his desk into different drawers. Elliot took the towel and pressed it to his nose to stop the bleeding that was current running down his chin and onto his black t-shirt.
After Carrick had finished cleaning his desk he clasped his hands and rested his arms on his desk. He looked down at his fingers and started taking deep breathes. This went on for 5 minutes before Elliot spoke up.
"Dad…"
Carrick looked up and pointed his finger directly at Elliot.
"Don't you dare talk to me right now. I am giving myself the chance to calm down because the state of mind I was in when I walked into the study I would have beaten both you and your brother for that display!" He snapped causing his oldest son to sink into his chair.
Carrick took another deep breathe before looking back at his sons. Elliot looked scared as he held the towel to his nose. He looked over to Christian who was sat with a look of anger on his face. His arms were crossed across his chest and his fists were clenched. When he noticed his father looking at him he narrowed his eyes and put an aggressive look on his face.
"I'd wipe that look of your face son before it gets you into more trouble than you are already in." Carrick said in a low voice. Christian looked away from his father but continued to sulk.
"I want to know what happened and I better be told the truth. Because if I'm not I will find out and both of you will be sorry." Their father said as he laid his hands on his desk. Neither of the boys said anything.
"Let's put it in this way then. If somebody doesn't speak up now I will be calling the police and having both of you arrested. Regardless of whether you live here or not this is my house, and I do not expect that type of behaviour. You destroyed my furniture and you have also injured my daughter. Now get talking or am I going to pick up the phone." Carrick growled.
"I was sat in the living room with Mia watching some stupid show that she likes. Mum was feeding the baby and all of a sudden this idiot comes in and attacks me," Elliot says through the towel still pressed to his face. Christian lets out a small growl when his brother calls him an idiot.
"I attacked him because of what he's done. He's completely ruined this family. I saw Mum last night; she was in such a state. How could he do that to the woman who rescued him?! He deserved everything he got." Christian shouted as he jumped out of his seat. Elliot jumped up and pressed his chest against Christian's.
"You want to talk about upsetting Mum and ruining this family?! How about every time you get into a fight it makes Mum cry! You're a hypocrite!" He shouted as he shoved his younger brother back. Christian went to raise his fist, preparing himself to beat his brother again.
"Enough!" A shout startled them both. They turned to find their Mother stood in the open doorway of the study. She walked into the room and pushed the boys apart.
"I have had enough fighting in this house today to last me a life time. I am disgusted in the both of you. Mia has just cried herself to sleep while I cleaned her arms up and it is both of your faults!" She shouted turning her head between her sons.
"Christian I understand you are angry at Elliot for upsetting me. And I appreciate your desire to protect me. But you went about it the completely wrong way. I am tired of your fighting. I'm calling your therapist and asking for an emergency session as you obviously aren't controlling your anger like you told us." She said calmly, noticing the look of upset on Christian's face when she mentioned his therapist. She then turned to Elliot who was staring down at his feet.
"You have majorly screwed up. I can't believe you were so stupid to get a girl pregnant. I don't even know you anymore. I am so disappointed in you." She said as she shook her head slightly. Her words hit Elliot hard as his eyes filled up and his bottom lip started to tremble.
"I'm so sorry Mum." He whispered.
"Maybe this time sorry isn't enough, I want you to go and pack a bag." She whimpered softly. It was breaking her heart but she couldn't look at her eldest son anymore.
"What?" Elliot said in shock. She was really kicking him out?
"You're going to stay with your Grandparents. I just can't have you here right now, so please go and pack a bag." Elliot walked out of his father's study, feeling rejected and abandoned. "
