Thank you for the reviews. I got a few mixed thoughts on the spanking Christian gave Phoebe for her recklessness. I'm sorry that one of you were offended. If you all really hate it that much I will take it out and write some other way for him to punish her for jumping off the yacht.

This chapter I wasn't sure about as it involves something that happened to Christian. I do have another idea as to what can happen to Phoebe but I'm not completely sure about using it as I don't want to offend anyone further.


Chapter 9: The First Week

(Monday Evening)

When detective Clark left the anxious mother and father that evening, Grace and Carrick arrived with Mia. Christian had told them what happened and figured if he was going to be able to support his wife and four sons he would need some help with it.

The interview with Clark was the usual type of interview of 'when did you last see her?' 'Is everything ok at home?' 'Is there any reason she would run away?' type interview you see on those fictional police programmes. Christian knew that things between him and Phoebe were bad, but she would never run away. He did all the talking, as Ana was too upset to think about where her daughter could possibly be.

"Oh, Christian," Grace said pulling him into a hug and holding him tight. "What happened?" he briefly explained to his parents what they found.

"Mum, I know I shouldn't have done this but I need your help to keep everyone calm. Ana's falling apart." Christian said. After it got too much for his wife, she ended up running upstairs to cry some more.

"Christian don't be ridiculous." Carrick said on Graces behalf. "We are more than happy to help, especially considering our granddaughter is missing. Where are the boys?"

"They're in the lounge, possibly asleep. That's how we left them earlier." Christian replied. Grace nodded at her son and went to check on her grandsons, followed by Mia. Nick and James were still asleep but Teddy and Ashley had woken up. Ashley was crying again and Ted was trying to comfort him. When they saw their grandmother and aunt they jumped up to hug them. Grace tried soothing Ashley by stroking his head.

"Hey. Shhh, it's ok. She'll come back. Your dad will bring her back." She whispered. Mia hugged Teddy tighter than normal. "Stop with the crying," Grace continued softly. "She's going to be fine." But as she said that, Grace realised she wasn't sure if that was true.

"How are you doing, Ted?" Mia asked, crying herself. He shrugged and buried his face into his neck. Carrick came in the room after talking to Christian about what action to take. He sat them all on the sofa and woke Nick and James. When they were settled, he spoke.

"Boys, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for everyone. But I need you to be strong, ok? Your mothers falling apart and your father can't do this on his own. He'll need your support and your help to look after Ana while he works on finding Phoebe. Most importantly, you need to be strong for Phoebe's sake because I don't think she'll want to see us all a wreck when she gets home will she?" he said. He knew it sounded harsh but Ana and Christian needed all the help and support they could get and they didn't need to add the boys to their worry list right now. Teddy stood and nodded before going upstairs to his room. The rest of the Grey boys followed except Ashley, who sat on Graces lap trying to control his crying. Grace just rocked him back and forth, soothing him, until he eventually fell asleep.

... ... ...

"Ana, baby, come on. Open the door." Christian pleaded with her. He was standing in their bedroom at the door to the en-suite while Ana was in the bathroom crying with the door locked and she refused to open it to let him comfort her. "Ana, please. This is hard for everyone. I don't want to feel that you're alone in this." She just ignored him and continued to cry. Sighing he sat down and leant against the wall next to the door. He suddenly had an idea but knew it was going to sound harsh. "Think about the boys. It's not fair to them that you're hiding up here locked in the bathroom."

"It's not fair to me that my daughter's gone missing!" she shouted back to him, then whispered, "I don't want the boys to see me like this, Christian. No child should see their mum cry." She'd seen her mum cry several times growing up and she didn't want her children to see it to. The only time her sons had seen her cry was a few hours ago when they told them about Phoebe and one other time when Phoebe was in hospital. The only other tears they had seen were happy tears.

"Ana, it's understandable right now. You're allowed to cry. But please don't shut me out like this. I can't help you if you push me away." He said gently. Hearing her sigh softly and movement, the door unlocked and when he opened it he found his tear-stained, red swollen eyed, running nose but still beautiful wife. Taking her into his arms, he rocked her from side to side. "Shhh, baby. It's ok. It's ok." He whispered.

"Where is she Christian? Where's our Cupcake?" she asked ever so softly. He didn't reply, but held her tighter; scared that if he let go, she would disappear too. Her breathing evened out and he realised she'd fallen asleep in his arms. Smiling gently, he picked her up, carried her over to the bed and lay her down. After placing a small kiss on her temple, he left to go and comfort his sons, parents and sister some more. Oh, Cupcake. Where are you? He thought.

... ... ...

Phoebe's head was hurting. She didn't know why, it just was. Raising a hand, she stroked her forehead before opening her eyes and looking around the unfamiliar room. It was simple enough. A small cream painted room with a wardrobe, dressing table and chair and the very comfortable double bed she was lying on. Sitting up, she realised the windows weren't covered and let in the moonlight which cast shadows of the trees outside on the walls. It was dark in this room and, even though it looks like a comfortable room to own, she was cold and scared.

After a few minutes of sitting and doing nothing, she stood up and went to the door. It was locked. Hardly surprising. She went to the window but that was locked too. Not that it would have mattered as she saw this room was on the second floor of a two-storey house. Sighing she sat back on the bed and searched for her phone, not shocked that it wasn't in her pocket. Oh yeah, she thought, I dropped it! Great! Now her dad had no way of tracking her. She sat on the bed for seconds, minutes, hours before she heard the door unlock and open. Looking up she saw a tall man with short black hair enter. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build and had a large hoop in his ear. Her breathing got heavier as fear ran through her veins. He smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes. As he walked in and stood at the end of the bed another man walked in. He was tall, also, but looked much older and had sandy blonde hair that was unwashed and had a variety of piercings. Nose, lips, ears, tongue; Phoebe could also see a nipple piercing through his tight green t-shirt. He smiled but like the other man, it didn't reach his eyes. He was smoking a cigarette. The first man spoke first.

"Hello Phoebe," she said nothing. "How are you feeling?" still nothing. He laughed quietly. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" she continued to stare at him. The blonde man spoke, after taking a slow drag from his cigarette.

"You know it's rude not to reply when someone talks to you. Did your pathetic father not teach you any manners?" he said acidly. She found her voice and spoke.

"My father is not pathetic. Don't you ever say that!" she snapped. He laughed.

"Oh, so you do have a voice. You hear that, Jack? She speaks!" he joked.

"Shut up, Owen. Let me deal with this." The man, Jack, said.

"Who are you?" Phoebe asked. They both laughed, again. Jack spoke again.

"I'm Jack Hyde. This is my friend Owen Turner. We're old friends of your parents." He explained. She had heard the name Jack Hyde somewhere before but she couldn't think where from. She tried a distraction from her thoughts.

"Then, why am I here? If you're my parent's friends, why kidnap me?"

"Ah, that's the thing. Your parents don't actually like us, we're more old acquaintances than friends." Owen said. "I'm kind of your father's step-dad."

"How? My grandparents have been together since before they adopted him," she said, confused. She and her brothers knew Grace and Carrick adopted Christian but they didn't know the background behind it. Christian always preferred to leave that shit in the past.

"I didn't mean that I have had had anything to do the Greys. No, I was his birth mother boyfriend. To be honest I was glad to get rid of him, the little shit." Phoebe was shocked. No one had ever told her what had happened to her father when he was a child.

"But, what do you want with me?" she asked, terrified she wouldn't like the answer.

"We just want revenge on your father and your prick-tease of a mother, Phoebe, that's all." Jack said casually.

"And how do you intend to do that?" she asked sarcastically, immediately regretting it when Jack back-handed her across the face. She fell face down on the bed and her cardigan was pulled off, suddenly replace by a burning on her back. She struggled to get way but Owen put his hand on the back of her neck, holding her down as he left to remainder of his cigarette to mark her delicate skin. She cried out in pain. She's seen the scars on her father and she knew if he saw this, he would never forget. He removed the cigarette but the burning feeling remained and a low, cold voice sounded in her ear.

"I don't like to listen to attitude, young lady. Speak to any of us like that again and I will do more than put my cigarette out, do you understand?" It was Owens cold voice. She whimpered and nodded. Jack called him away and told her someone would bring her up some food soon. She remained silent, petrified of what else they were going to do. Owen left but Jack had one more thing to say.

"If you need anything, like the bathroom, then use this to talk to us." He said pointing to a small radio on the wall with a speaker and a button. "Push the button and just talk; I'll be able to hear you. And if you can help it, don't piss Owen off." He snapped before walking out a locking the door.

... ... ...

Day 3: "Dad, can we please go to school today?" Teddy asked on Wednesday morning. It had been two day since Phoebe had disappeared and Christian wouldn't let his wife or sons out of his sight.

"No, Ted, you can't. No one is leaving this house until your sister has been found." Ted sighed. Christian was angry all the time, Ana refused to leave her bedroom and the boys weren't allowed to do anything. Security seemed to be around every corner of the house and Teddy was starting to feel very confined.

"Dad, I get that you want to protect us and that you're freaking out because of what's happened to Phoebe, but you can't keep us out of school." He tried. Christian sighed and stood up from his stool at the breakfast bar and placed his hand on his sons shoulder.

"I've already thought of that, Ted. Until your sister gets found you will be homeschooled." Ted didn't like that idea. He wanted to be able to hang out with his friends and learn with them. He tried to explain that to Christian but he wouldn't listen. "No, Ted. You are not leaving this house, whether you like it or not."

"What about my friends? Am I allowed to see them?" he challenged.

"Of course you are. But they will have to come here instead of you going out. I know I sound harsh Ted but I need to know you're safe." Christian snapped and went up to his bedroom to check on Ana. However, he panicked when he found the room empty and she wasn't in the bathroom. He called her name but there was no reply. He called again and again before running frantically around the house looking for her. He found Ted, Nick, James, Taylor, Gail the new maids they had hired but he didn't find his wife or youngest son. "Ana!" he called one more before giving up and sitting on the floor outside Phoebe's room. He thought he could hear heavy breathing coming from inside and opened the door. Curled up on Phoebes bed was Ana with her arms wrapped around Ashley. He smiled softly when he realised they were asleep, realising it was because it smelled like Phoebe that they were in here.

Walking over to the bed he kissed Ana's forehead which slowly woke her up. She looked up to him, tears still in her eyes. She hadn't stopped crying since he told her what happened on the sofa Monday evening. He stroked the tears away with his thumb and looked down to Ashley.

"How long have you been in here?" he asked softly.

"About two hours, I think. I came in not long after you went downstairs to get breakfast. Ashley's been in here longer. He was asleep when I came in."

"This is really hard for him." He said sadly.

"It's hard for all of us. But he was really close to her. Did you know she was teaching him to play the piano so he could impress you at your birthday party?" Christian didn't know this. But then again, he realises now he doesn't spend as much time with his family as he should. However, he knew that he would have been proud to hear his son and daughter play piano together.

"I don't think that's going to go ahead. Even if we bring her back beforehand, I seriously doubt anyone's going to be in the mood for a party."

"But maybe a party will be good. It's still a couple of months away Christian. And, you said yesterday you were getting close to finding her so we could do with something good happening."

"Maybe. But you know I don't like celebrating my birthday and this is just going to give me another reason to not want to." Ana sighed.

"Christian, we will find her and she wouldn't want us remembering this at every turn. Have you heard anything else?" he shook his head. No matter how hard he tries, there is just nothing. The security cameras near the alley she was pulled into didn't show much. The face was covered up on the kidnapper and the screen was quite blurry. Welch and Barney were working hard and doing everything they could to help find her. He wouldn't give up. "You know, the boys should really go back to school. I don't want them to miss out on too much school work. Otherwise they'll never catch up. Especially Teddy, who needs to go to college at some point."

"No, Ana. They're not leaving this house until our daughter is home!" he shouted, startling Ashley in his mother's arms. She calmed him down and they sat up, she was still holding him tightly.

"Christian, come on. Teddy can't afford to miss school. You had your way sending him to a school with this further education stuff but he will need to go at some point."

"Ana, they are not leaving this house. I will hire a home-school teacher until further notice about what's going on. Teddy will be fine, I'm sure. Right now I'm more worried about you. You haven't eaten anything since Monday lunch time and you know how I feel about food."

"Christian will you stop going on about food! Right now, that's the last thing on my mind." She snapped. He sighed and pleaded that eat a little something knowing that she would need her strength when Phoebe is finally found. Ana hadn't been thinking like that and reluctantly went downstairs and had a slice of toast. Ashley went with her and together they sat and ate quietly. Eventually Christian joined them.

"Ana, baby, I'm going to be in my office for a while. We think something to do with Barrell may have had an effect." He said quietly in her ear, so Ashley couldn't hear. She turned, shocked but nodded, deciding to get it out of him later. Right now she realised she needed to be strong for her sons.

... ... ...

"Sir, after much persuasion," Taylor said quietly, knowing what persuasion Christian knew he meant, "Barrell told us who he was meeting in the cafe near the school."

"Who?"

"Some guy named Robert Hyde." He said quietly. Christian looked up.

"Hyde?" Taylor nodded, feeling ashamed that he had allowed someone with any connection to that name be hired to protect this family who he loved dearly. Especially the bright little copper-haired girl that has gone missing. "Where's Barrell now?"

"Hopefully, running and hiding before I find him again." Taylor said with a venomous voice.

"Well, I need you to find him. I need to know what he knows as soon as possible. And call Welch. I want a background check on Robert Hyde."

"Sir," Taylor said taking out his phone and leaving the office, calling Welch to send Christian the background check. Five minutes later, Christians e-mail pinged. He opened up the background check and paled as he read the information. How did he miss that the first time? Oh that's why, only recently discovered. But still. A quiet knock at the door alerted him Ana was outside. She walked in, more tears in her eyes and bolted into his arms when he held them out. Naturally she curled up on his lap and buried her face into his neck. She really wasn't coping with this separation from their daughter. He kissed the top of her head and she looked up, seeing the background check still on his computer screen.

"What's that?" she asked, leaning up to read it. He went to close it but she put her hand on top of the computer mouse so he couldn't. "Who's Robert?" he sighed and decided to tell her.

"Taylor and I thought that we would see what Barrell was actually up to when Phoebe went missing. It turns out he was meeting with this man, Robert Hyde." She gasped but said nothing. "I ordered a background check and it turns out he is Jack Hyde's brother. I'm starting to think did he use his friendship with Barrell as a way to get Phoebe away from security and take her."

"But if he did that, then surely he was working with someone in order to pull it off?" he nodded.

"The question is, who?"

"Hang on, if he's Jack's brother, how is it you've only just found out? Surely in Jack's background check it would have said he had a brother?" Christian shook his head.

"It turns out that Jack didn't even realise he had a brother. His mother registered Roberts's birth under a different name and had him adopted from a young age. By doing that it means that Robert was untraceable for Jacks check. The only reason we've found him now is because, my theory is, he's found his long lost brother and changed his name to his family name and put himself as a member of the family."

"How long has he had the name Hyde then?" Christian shrugged and asked why. "Well, partly because his long lost brother is in prison. And he will be there for another five to ten years at least." She explained remembering when they heard the court case, Jack had been sentenced almost thirty years behind bars, thanks to Carrick's great influence as a lawyer. That made Christian stop in his thoughts and ring Welch again.

"Welch? I need you to find out where Jack Hyde is right now... yeah he should be in prison, I just want to make sure he's still there... ok," he hung up. "You are one smart cookie Mrs Grey," he whispered kissing her forehead.

"What did Welch say?" she would not be distracted by him.

"It's going to take a while to find out if Hyde is in fact still in prison or not. I'm sure he is as it would have been all over the news if he had escaped."

"Christian we don't watch TV, therefore we don't watch the news."

"It would be in the newspaper too, you know."

"What if the government tried to keep it quiet for some reason?" she challenged. He just chuckled and kissed her again, believing it to be highly unlikely. "Christian, I'm worried about her." She whispered tearfully.

"Me, too. But don't worry, after I've had a word with Barrell then Mr Robert Hyde, I will find her. I promise." She just nodded and snuggled up against his chest again, inhaling his scent.

... ... ...

"Shut up bitch!" Owen said as he stubbed his fifth cigarette out on Phoebe's delicate skin. She was crying at the pain, not knowing how to deal with it. She had been punished as a child but that pain was never as bad as this. "It will only get worse if you make more noise." Surely it can't be any worse than this she thought as she stopped whimpering and cried quietly.

"Come on Owen, that's enough." Jack snapped, angrily. "You've made your point that she's pissed you off but there's no need to go to such an extreme."

"Why not? It never did her father any harm," Owen replied oblivious and uncaring as to how much he had really affected Christian's life.

"I don't care. Leave her alone will you? You can come back later, if you want, but right now, we need to sort out a ransom." Owen reluctantly got off the seventeen year old and walked out of the room. Phoebe just lay on the bed crying as her back continued to burn. In two days he had put out five cigarettes on her back alone. There were four on her chest still covered by her dress, which also had burns on them, but she didn't complain. At least she was covered up. She felt so uncomfortable when those men were in the room, she often wished that she had worn her oversized blue hooded jumper.

Curling up on her side she cried some more, wishing that Christian would find her. Daddy, I'm sorry. Please find me I'm scared. After what felt like an age, she calmed herself and sang ever so softly to herself.

"Another summer day,
Has come and gone away,
In Paris and Rome,
I wanna go home,

Maybe surrounded by,
A million people I,
Still feel all alone,
I just want to go home,
Oh I miss you, You know,"

she cried a little more before continuing her whispered song.

"I've been keeping all the letters,
That I wrote to you,
Each one a line or two,
I'm fine baby how are you,
Well I would send them but,
I know it's that it's just not enough,
The words were cold and flat,
And you deserve more, Than that,"
she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand before missing some of the song to go to the chorus.

"Let me go home
I'm just too far,
From where you are,
I've got to come home,
Let me go home,
I've had my run,
Baby I'm done,
I want to go home,

And I feel just like,
I'm living,
Someone else's life,
It's like I just stepped outside,
When everything was going right,
And I know just why you could not come along with me,
'Cause this was not your dream,
But you always believed in me,

another winter day,
Has come and gone away,
In either Paris and Rome,
And I Want To Go Home,
I miss you, You know,
Let me go home,
I've had my run,
Baby I'm done,
I want to go home,
Let me go home."

She curled up even smaller. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I just want to go home now." After a while, she drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later, she woke. She needed to get out. Standing shakily, she wandered over to the door and pushed the button on the control.

"Yeah?" Jacks voice filled the room.

"Mr. Hyde? I need the bathroom," she said.

"Ok, I'll be there in a minute," he said and moments later, she heard his footsteps and the door unlocking. The first few times this happened, she had been working out how long it took Jack to walk from the coffee table in the centre of the living room, where he and Owen sat when discussing things, to the room in which she was being held. She also worked out where the front door was and how long it may take her to run to it. Also, listening carefully, Phoebe had figured out when Owen leaves the room, either for the bathroom, to get a beer or a cigarette. If she timed this all right, all she had to do was wait till she was at the door to the bathroom and knee Jack in the crown jewels, before running to the front door before he recovered and before Owen could get to her.

She knew it was risky, but she needed to try. She was going mad. When the door opened, Jack stepped aside and followed her when she went towards the bathroom. Owen was in the kitchen on the other side of the lounge, so she was lucky on that. When she reached the bathroom, she turned to Jack who looked confused as she brought her knee up and it connected with his groin. He groaned in pain as she ran to the front door, fortunately it wasn't double locked or anything. She ran out into the open air and down the street, not looking back until she was sure she wasn't being followed.

Stopping to take a breath, she took in her surroundings. She had no idea where she was and it was getting dark. The area was deserted with a few houses that looked like they were falling apart and had boarded up windows and doors. The house she came out of was one of the few still intact. The trees looked to all be dead and there was very little life. The few children that were kicking a football around were dirty and wearing scruffy clothes.

Looking back toward the house she saw Owen running toward her, causing her to restart her own running, wishing that she actually paid more attention in anything sporty in school. Her still sprained ankle didn't help either and for the first time since Saturday night, she wished she'd let her grandmother examine it. The lack of food in her system also affected her energy. Putting it bluntly, she wasn't physically strong enough to outrun someone who was as old as her grandparents and did nothing but smoke and drink all day. After a few minutes of running she tripped over her own feet, causing her to bang her head on the hard concrete ground. Owen caught up to her and pulled her, roughly, to her feet.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" he spat at her. She whimpered and struggled against his grip, suddenly remembering the tight grip Christian had on her arm on Sunday in the middle of the ocean. She shook her head trying to erase that memory. Christian may have hurt her at the weekend but she knew this was much worse than him breaking his promise. Roughly, he pushed her back toward the house, where a very angry Jack was waiting. Without thinking, he slapped her across the cheek with the back of his hand. She gasped and was then thrown back in her room. She curled up and cried for a while. Her head was hurting from where she banged it on the concrete outside. She didn't know how long she lay there before Owen came in with another cigarette. She didn't make any noise as he pressed it into her skin. She just lay there, accepting her fate.

... ... ...

Day 5: "Sir, I found Barrell. He's waiting outside," Taylor said, Friday afternoon. He had been searching for Phoebe's security member since they'd found who he was meeting on Monday.

"Send him in." Christian replied. Taylor left the office and a few seconds later, Barrell walked through the door. His face was bruised and his left arm was in a cast but he looked overly confident and had a smirk on his face. "Barrell." He just nodded. "What is your relation to Robert Hyde?" Christian snapped.

"Robbie? He's just a good friend. Nice seeing him actually."

"Where is his brother?"

"Jack? Dunno. I don't talk to him about that sort of thing."

"You better not be lying to me!"

"Or what? I don't work for you anymore and you've already ruined every other career opportunity I could get in this state so there's nothing you can do to me now."

"I can ruin your career in every state of fucking America. Now, I'm going to ask this once. Do you know where my daughter is? And did Robert have anything to do with her disappearance?"

"No I don't know where she is. And no I don't think Robert is that stupid. Maybe she should have been more careful when she left school. What was she doing at the other gate anyway?" He asked as if he was the interrogator.

"You text her telling her to meet you there."

"I never text her. Anyway, I'm glad I'm not her guard anymore. She was a spoilt brat." Christian suddenly stood up. So fast his chair wheeled itself against the windowed wall behind his desk, luckily not breaking.

"How dare you?!" he shouted. "That is my daughter, you are talking about. And you did text her as it came from your phone."

"I am telling you. I never sent her a text!"

"Well, did you leave your phone anywhere, someone else could text her?" Barrell thought for a minute. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get to answer as Christian's four sons walked into his office.

"What's the shouting about dad?" Ted asked before realising Barrell was in the room. "What's he doing here?"

"He's telling me what he knows about your sister."

"I left my phone for two minutes while I went to the bathroom," Barrell said, sounding ashamed of himself. "If Robert does have anything to with that brats disappearance he could have text her then." James gasped and growled, running over and tackling the man to the ground. Ashley and Nick followed and helped their brother punch Barrell repeatedly.

"It's your fault!" James cried.

"You didn't do your job!" Nick added.

"I hate you!" Ashley screamed. Christian called Taylor and got Teddy to him calm his other sons. Christian held Ashley, Teddy wrapped his arms around James and Taylor literally picked up Nick.

"I think you better leave now, Barrell. Before we release these beasts." Christian said trying to hide his smile. Barrell struggled to get to his feet and ran from the room. When the door was close the three youngest Greys were released from the arms that held them. "What the hell was that?" Christian said, pride in his voice.

"Sorry, dad. I just lost it. It's his fault Phoebe's not here and I-," James started. Christian just shushed him.

"It's alright. I'm proud of you for defending your sister but that kind of behaviour is not acceptable." He said. Although, just this once, he decided to let it go. "Just don't go around punching people who upset you again, understood?" he question. They all nodded and he dismissed them.

Going to his desk, he e-mailed Welch. He wanted a number for Robert Hyde and those details about Jack, yesterday. Opening up an e-mail about Jack, his heart stopped. It was tomorrow's newspaper, front page. The headline reads:

BREAKOUT FROM SEATTLE PRISON!

Seattle Times has heard a report that a prisoner from Seattle's Prison for dangerous criminals has escaped. The prisoner in question is Mr Jack Hyde, former editor of Seattle Independent Publishing before the name of the company was changed twenty years ago to Grey Publishing. Mr Christian Grey bought the company and his wife Mrs Anastasia Grey is the CEO who is also Mr Hyde's old assistant when he was working there.

It is believed that Mr Hyde was arrested due to being a dangerous threat to the Grey couple after kidnapping Mr Grey's sister and injuring Mrs Grey. He was sentenced to at least thirty years in prison and when he was due to be released would have a restraining order to keep him away from Mr and Mrs Grey and their family of five children.

Hyde has not been seen since Monday morning on the 20th May, where he was in his cell following an investigation of another inmate being severely injured. He was noted as missing on Tuesday morning when he wasn't in his cell when called for breakfast.

The public is asked to call 911 if they see this man and not attempt to face him yourselves.

Next to the article was a picture of Hyde looking like he did when he first got locked away. Christian couldn't take his eyes off the article, his anger building up. He shouted for Taylor and showed him the article. Taylor's phone rang and he answered it. It was Welch with all the details about Robert Hyde so the guard went to the address he was given to confront him. Christian looked over the background check of Robert and picked up the fact he had once been adopted, never had a criminal record, married and has one daughter. His eyes popped open at the name on the screen.

Carly


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