Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait guys. My son has been teething for over a month and has been extremely fussy so I didn't get the opportunity to write with everything else that is going on. I finally sat down today and finished this chapter. I will do my best to update more regularly from now on, since I do not like to keep you all waiting for a chapter. So here is the latest chapter and I hope you all like it. Sorry for any mistakes if you see any.
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Ella
What just happened?
Christian thinks that he left us there for Roland to abuse us. He thinks that his father didn't want nothing to do with us. I can't believe this is happening right now.
I have my head in my hands. I still hear Christian's daughter crying in the background. I look up and see him rocking her and looking at me wide-eyed.
"Ella what was he talking about?" he asks.
"It's a long story. Please let's not talk about it now" I sigh and shake my head.
He looks like he wants to argue further but says nothing and nods.
"Shhhh, it's okay Arabella. He was just upset" he whispers in his daughter's ear.
I smile weakly at the sight in front of me and deeply sigh. I close my eyes to give them some sort of privacy.
It takes five more minutes to calm his daughter down, and when she finally stops crying she falls asleep in her father's arms.
"You're good with her" I whisper and stare at him in wonder.
He looks up at me and gives me a small smile.
"You…" he starts to say but were interrupted by the dining room door opening. Grace comes into view.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to see how you two were doing?" she says concerned.
"Were fine Mrs. Grey. Do you mind if I lay my daughter down somewhere?" he asks.
"Of course dear. I will show you to one of the guest rooms upstairs" she explains.
"Thank you. Do you mind coming with me Ella?" he asks me.
"Um…okay" I whisper and frown. Wonder what this is about.
We both get up and Grace escorts us upstairs to the second floor bedroom. We enter one of the guest rooms and he gently lays her down on the bed and covers her with the extra duvet that is hanging at the bottom of the bed.
"She will be out for a while" he whispers while looking down at his daughter.
I nod and stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do now.
"Listen can we go somewhere to talk?" he runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
I give him an amused smile, since Christian does the same thing when he is nervous or angry.
"Yeah. This way" I walk out of the room quietly and he follows me out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind us.
I walk up to my room on the third floor and open the door. I wave him in.
"Make yourself comfortable" I say.
"Thanks" he gives me a tight smile and sits on the chest that is in front of my bed.
I walk to my neatly made bed and sit down and wait for him to start talking. I fidget with my hands while I wait for him to start.
"So I have a son" he says quietly with awe after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Um…yes" I don't know what else to say.
"Look Ella…that night when we met…I really don't do things like that" he runs his hand through his hair and frowns.
"Yeah I gathered that" I chuckle at the memory.
"What was he talking about? Who hurt you two?" I look up and he is no longer frowning but clenching his jaw and his hands are balled into fists.
"It's a long story" I sigh. I really don't want to talk about that right now but one look at him and I know that I am not going to get out of this.
"My son thinks I left you two alone to be beaten Ella, we are going to talk about this" he says in a low menacing tone.
I grimace and I put my head down in shame. I still feel ashamed about what I was when he met me. I was an awful mother and a horrible person. I always try to make it up to Christian whenever I can. I know it took a while for him to trust me when I came back after rehab. There were times when he would run to Grace all the time when he got hurt or just needed someone to talk too.
I don't blame Christian, because I know that it was my fault that he was abuse and neglected. It took time but eventually we had become really close again over the years since living with the Grey's.
Now I feel that Christian will hate me.
I hesitate but since he has the right to know, I start to talk softly.
"Okay here goes…" I tell him our story from start to finish.
When I stop talking about half an hour later, I look up and Christian is pale, both of his hands are still balled into fists and he is frozen on the spot.
"My…What…FUCK!" he suddenly yells which makes me jump.
He jumps up and starts to pace my bedroom while running both of his hands through his hair. I blink frantically while sitting there silently waiting for him to say something.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" he suddenly yells making me jump again.
"Sorry" he sighs when he sees my expression of guilt.
"I know…I'm not proud of myself. During that time I was in such a bad place. GOD! I let that asshole abuse our son!" I say frustrated and put my head in my hands.
"Hey" his blue eyes soften and he comes to kneel in front of me while taking both my hands in his.
I look up at his face, and I realize that I have been crying because he begins to wipe the tears from my face with both of his thumbs.
"You're not a bad mother Ella, you were sick…" he starts to say but I cut him off.
"But I let that fucker abuse our son" I try to make him understand. How can he not blame me?
"Stop blaming yourself Ella. Yes he was hurt but everything is better now right?" he asks.
"Yes it is. I have been sober and healthy for the past eleven years" I explain with pride in my voice.
I give him a small smile and he smile back at me.
"There you go" he smirks. I give him a weak smile and suddenly frown.
"We should go talk to Christian" I realize we have been here for a couple of hours.
"We should" he agrees but doesn't get up from the floor.
We stare at each other for a couple of minutes without saying anything.
His blue eyes to my gray ones.
I study him. He is still the most beautiful man that I have ever seen. He hasn't changed much in the last eleven years. His copper-colored hair is longer and slicked back with a couple of grey hairs on either side of his ears. Other that he still looks the same. I bite my lip at the sexy man in front of me.
All of a sudden he starts to lean towards me slowly and I find myself leaning towards him without looking away from is beautiful light blue eyes.
Are lips are about to touch when all of a sudden someone starts to pound on my bedroom door.
"ELLA!" Grace yells. I jump up and run to my door and open it.
"What is it?" I say. What happened?
"It's Christian he is gone" she says frantically.
"What do you mean he is gone?" I say equally frantic.
"I went to check on him since we haven't seen him in a while and when I got to his room his clothes were thrown all over the floor and his window was wide open" she explains in a rush.
"What?" I whisper wide eyed at Grace. Oh god my baby!
I stumble back and Christian catches me before I hit the ground.
"Ella…Ella…can you hear me?" I vaguely hear Christian calling me but I don't hear what he is saying. All I can think about is my baby is missing.
My reason for living is missing.
My baby is missing.
Missing.
Missing.
Missing.
The word keeps repeating in my head, suffocating me.
The last thing I remember before I pass out is yelling at the top of my lungs, is my son's name.
"CHRISITAN!"
Christian
There is absolutely nothing in this town. Why the hell did I pick such a boring ass town?
I took the bus to get here just shy of two hours. It felt like an eternity, sitting in that damn bus for so long. Like always, all of the girls on the bus wouldn't stop staring at me like I was a piece of meat.
Just a face ladies!
Now here I stand, at the bus stop, looking like a fucking idiot, staring at this boring ass town in the middle of fucking nowhere it seems. Various brick building surrounds me as I stand at the bus stop. People are walking to various stores, mothers are pushing their kids in strollers and walking across the streets, and tons of old people sitting on rocking chairs in front of the various stores.
What the fuck!
All I see around me is mountains and trees.
TONS of fucking trees.
I roll my eyes at this stupid looking town and start to walk across the street with my backpack on my shoulder and my money in my pocket.
There are people everywhere. I don't even know where the hell I am going to go, or what I am going to do. I don't even see a hotel around here at all. All I find is a police station, a post office, various groceries stores, and tons of barber shops.
I walk down the side walk with a scowl on my face.
"Where ya headed son?" an old dude suddenly says to me.
I stop walking and turn towards him. He is sitting in a brown rocking chair with two old dudes in front of a barber shop that says 'Robbie's Barber Shop'.
"Hotel" I snap.
"Why do you need a hotel son? Where are your parents?" he frowns and continues to rock in his chair.
Fucking hell!
"I don't think that is any of your business" I scowl. Just point me to a hotel!
"Well in these parts son, no kid is walking around this town without their parents. So I ask again, where are your parents?" he stops rocking and stares at me impassively with his arms folded across his chest. The other old fuckers are staring at me with amused expression on their wrinkled face.
I scowl at the old fuckers and start to walk down the street again without giving him an answer. Before I get out of earshot I hear the old fucker say to the other old fuckers.
"Damn these kids today".
I roll my eyes and continue to walk down the side walk without getting directions to a damn hotel.
I have been walking for thirty minutes and I have not yet been able to see any type of hotel around this stupid ass town.
Fucking useless place!
Somehow I end up on a residential street and before I know it I am standing in front of a one story house on the corner.
The house is an everyday family home. The house has white paint, with light blue paint covering the porch and siding of the house. The house has a big porch out in front with black rocking chairs that surrounds it.
More fucking rocking chairs!
The house has a long path that leads to the front door. I stand there with my back pack still on my shoulder, while the afternoon sun beaming down on me. As I stand there looking at the house, I wonder how my life would have turned out if my mom wasn't hooked on drugs when I was younger. Would I have grown up in this type of house? Would my mom be married? Would I have a couple of brothers or sisters?
I know I have all of those things. We live in a big mansion, surrounded by love and plenty of money thrown in. I have a second mother and father, and a brother and sister. I am lucky I have the Grey's but I can't help but wonder what our lives would have been like if we never have met them.
What would I be like now?
Coming out of my thoughts when I hear a loud bus or something headed this way. I look over my shoulder to a big yellow school bus stopping in front of the house that I am currently standing in front of. Then all of a sudden I see a bunch of little girls run and open the windows and stare at me wide eyed. Some are giggling at each other and whispering, and some are just frozen on the spot.
I roll my eyes again at their antics. These girls' looks like there are eight or nine year olds. Completely harmless.
I chuckle and shake my head then turn around and continue to stare at the house and daydream about what it would be like to have a normal and uncomplicated life.
I vaguely hear the school bus door open and a pair of feet touch the ground, then the bus drives away. I am still in my thoughts when suddenly I hear a small sweet voice of a little girl.
"Um…excuse me?" the sweet voice says. I tense.
I frown. What the hell? I turn around but don't see anything immediately because the sun is too bright but when my eyes adjust to the glare, I look down and see the brightest blue eyes that I have ever seen.
In front of me is a little girl, I would say about eight or nine years old. She is a small looking thing with brown hair that are set into pigtails, and the brightest powder blue eyes. She is holding a couple of books in her hand and has a pink back pack on her little shoulder.
"Who are you?" she says.
"Huh?" I frown.
"Who are you?" she rolls her eyes at me and stomps her little converse foot on the ground.
The act makes me crack a smile. Does this girl live here? Crap! I probably look like a fucking wierdo just standing here staring at this house. Her house!
"Sorry, just admiring your house" I state uncomfortably and shift from foot to foot.
Shit I need to get out of here.
"Oh okay! My names Ana" her face suddenly lights up and she hold out her little hand for me to shake.
I look at her hand and chuckle. This girl is cute.
Cute? Really Christian!
"Christian" I say and shake her little hand.
"It's nice to meet you. So what are you doing here? Did you just come from school? Where do you live? I just got home from school" she starts firing questions at me without taking a single breath. It makes me smile.
"No I didn't come from school. Just walking around town. Actually, do you know where a hotel is by any chance?" I chuckle and drag my hand through my hair.
"A hotel?" she frowns. A cute little v forms on her face by her nose.
"Yeah, I can't seem to find one. Can you help me?" I ask and shrug my shoulders. As much as I am enjoying being in this little girl's presents, I need to go.
"You can stay here. Yeah you can…wait where your parents are?" she asks wide eyed then moves her head to the side. She is looking at me with curiosity.
Oh great, another one asking me where my parents are.
"Not here" I snap. The little girl Ana suddenly jumps. I shake my head and run my hand through my hair again. Calm down man!
"Listen, thanks anyway. I need to go. See you around" I sigh getting annoyed with all of these questions, but soften my voice when her little face falls.
I need to leave and find a hotel, it will be dark soon and I don't want to stay on the streets when it gets dark. I shake my head then start to walk down the sidewalk.
"What!" she yells. I stop walking and sigh then turn around to the frustrating little girl named Ana.
"Listen I need to go…" I say but she cuts me off.
"I don't know where a hotel is, but my mom might know. Come into my house and we can ask her" she says while running to me.
She stands in front of me with a look of hope. Crazy little girl!
Doesn't she know that she shouldn't talk to strangers? She could get hurt! Suddenly the thought is terrifying.
I am about to tell her this when we hear her name being called.
"Ana?"
I look up and see a women in her early thirties walk towards us. She looks like an older version of the little girl.
"Ana honey, what are you doing?" she looks between us with a look of worry.
"Mommy this is my new friend Christian. He needs help, can we help him? He needs a hotel. Can he come inside mommy? Please, Please!" she explains to the women in a rush.
Shit! I hope she doesn't think I am some sort of child molester.
"Ummm….Ana honey do you know this boy?" she looks at me suspiciously.
"Of course I do mom" she says in a dramatic way and rolls her eyes.
I can't help but let out a little chuckle.
I watch her mother's face for any kind of clue as to what she is thinking. She looks at me with curiosity and then apprehension. Damn, she probably thinks I am.
"You said you need a hotel?" the mother asks me with a frown after a couple of minutes of awkward silence.
"Yes ma'am I do. Look, I know how this must look but I can assure you I was just walking past your house when your daughter got off the school bus and she just wanted to help me find the hotel. I didn't mean any harm" I explain honestly.
"Of course not. Look why don't we go inside the house and I can look up nearby hotels for you" she says with a warm smile.
"Are you sure ma'am? I don't want to intrude" I ask feeling uncomfortable with this entire situation.
"Nonsense. We are happy to help. Please come on in" she waves me off and starts walking to the house.
"Come on Ana" she calls for the little girl by waving her over.
"YAY! Coming mommy! Let's go!" she says happily, then starts to skip down the sidewalk to the front door of the house where her mom is waiting.
I hesitate for a minute. Shit! I don't have any other choice. I will never find the hotel on my own. I sigh and walk forward to where they are standing.
Well this should be interesting.
