3rd person POV

"Mom, dad, can I talk to you about something for a minute?" Elliot says to Grace and Carrick who are sitting in his hospital room with their trays from the cafeteria choosing to eat in his room with him.

"Sure son," Carrick says casually.

"It's about what Christian told Dr. Micheals." Elliot says rather softly.

"Elliot, were you listening?" Grace asks disturbed that her son would do such a thing.

"No mom, I was sitting in the waiting room but Christian started yelling and I over heard what he said. I was an accident."

"Well, their conversations are private so we should not interfere." Grace commented.

"But," Carrick interrupted, "If you feel you need to talk about it we are here for you too."

Elliot continued eating and pondered whether or not he should say anything. After a few minutes of silence he said, "I don't know what they said up to that point but when Christian yelled he said that he knew we loved him, he just didn't know why."

Grace saw the hurt look in Elliot's eyes as he spoke and came up next to his bed, petting the back of his head.

"Well son, since we cannot directly ask Christian about this, all we can do is remind him of the why when the opportunity presents itself. In the meantime, all we can do is tell him that we love him and maybe over time the why will not matter?" Carrick explained.

"Good idea, dad. I was just worried about him cause when he came out he was unusually quiet and sort of, I don't know, distant." Elliot explains.

After they finished eating, Grace was reading while Carrick was catching up on some work giving his attention to some files from his briefcase while Elliot watched TV and texted people.

"Look, why don't you guys go home. Christian is there by himself. I am fine and I have nurses all over the place to take care of me." Elliot said.

"Are you sure, honey?" Grace looked concerned.

"Yeah, go on." Elliot motioned toward the door.

Carrick nodded to Grace and they gathered their belongings to head home.

Christian's POV

After eating my mac & cheese, I am sitting at the piano playing the song from Ice Castles called Through The Eyes of Love. I am playing it through the third time and started singing along when I hear the door to the garage open.

Who would be coming in now? Surely not mom and dad, it's only 7pm. My mom comes in first with dad following her, both with smiles on their faces and I know it is because my mom loves this song.

She immediately comes over and sits down next to me on the bench. My dad takes a seat in a nearby chair. They do not interrupt me as I play and I continue playing and singing until I come to the end.

"Hi Christian," My mom says patting my cheek.

"Hi…what are you guys doing home? I thought you were staying the evening with Elliot?"

"No," Carrick says, "he is doing fine so we thought we would come home and spend some time with you. If you want."

"Is that guy going to pay for what he did to Elliot?" I ask my dad keeping direct eye contact.

"Yes, with insurance and all, he has to cover all medical and car costs. Plus, his insurance will go up." My dad explains.

"That's it!" I respond and I can sense my mom and dad both tensing up, waiting for the blow out. They are so used to it by now that they expect it. I do too, but I feel the fabric of my t-shirt against my tender, bruised torso and it all comes back to me. I remember each hit and how I begged for it in order to end my rage.

"Yes dear," my mom says too softly, afraid of my next move.

Just as quickly as the adrenaline rush starts, it stops, or slows anyway. The crack of the cane reverberates inside my head and for a moment I cannot even speak.

I take a deep breath, "At least he got something," I say annoyed and stand up, pacing around the piano.

The look on my parents' faces when I speak and continue to just pace is priceless. I think they are completely shocked that I didn't come completely unglued and slam my fist into the wall or something. For now, all I need to do is take a minute in the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror and remember.

The rest of the week does not go well. Elliot came home on Thursday and Mia, being so young was all over the place trying to help him. Then she got upset and barely touched her dinner on Thursday night.

Elliot is getting around fine and he was lucky that his broken arm was his left and he writes with his right. But seeing him struggle with some of the smaller things that should be easy if his arm was not broken is what fills me with rage against the driver all over again.

Mom got called into work late on Thursday night and was gone all night. On Friday, Mia didn't feel well so mom stayed home with her but she whined all through breakfast.

Dad misplaced a file he needed and ranted about the house, tearing his office apart to find it.

Although my chest, stomach, and back are still quite dark with bruising, but the feeling is fading and I am getting restless. I can think of no other options so I text Elena.

WHEN CAN I SEE YOU? –ME

NO RESPONSE

I sit on my bed waiting…Finally I have to get ready and go out with some friends. We hang out at a pizza/arcade place on Fridays so I make sure that my phone is close in case Elena texts back.

I am just about to put on my t-shirt when my door abruptly opens and I hear the gasp from behind me. I turn to see Elliot standing there wide eyed and in utter shock.

"What the fuck!?" Elliot shouts.

I quickly pull on my shirt and grab his good arm to pull him into my room before shutting the door.

"Can't you ever knock?" I growl at him.

"Come on," Elliot demands, "out with it, bro."

My body is rigid and tense as I stare at him, daring him to cross me, injured or not.

"Look Lelliot," I try to make light of it, "This is nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Bro, you look like someone beat the shit out of you." He Says still shocked.

I sigh, "They did…but only because I asked them to."

"What?" He shouts again.

I shove him against the wall, "Listen, don't ask me anything. Just know that when I was really angry, it…helped. With his look of pure confusion, I continue, "It calmed me down. That. Is. All. You. Need. To. Know."

Then I let him go and he just stands there staring at me with his mouth hanging open for what seemed like forever.

"Bro…I…"

"Don't Elliot! I am not discussing this any further. You saw nothing. I won't talk about it again." I say firmly.

"Fine bro," he say and I can see the hurt in his expression but he offers a small smile and ruffles my hair.

Before he leaves my room, he stops in the doorway and says, "If you need anything, you know I am here right? Love you, bro." And he is gone.

What I need, only Elena can give me….

Thank you for reviewing! I didn't think it would be that hard to be a 15 yr old boy and a Dom/Sub but it is harder than you think. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Keep reading, please.