This chapter is really focusing on how they found out Phoebe was missing. Thinking about what the fallout will be

What a tangled web we weave . . .

Phoebe POV:

Eva and I went with everyone inside the house and sat down in their large sitting room. No one was saying anything but you could cut the tension with a knife. I couldn't look anyone, especially my grandfather, in the eyes or face for that matter. The last thing I wanted to see was their disappointment. Gosh the silence was killing me at least Dad would scream and yell. I started to lose all sense of time.

Armstrong then entered the room and started to converse with my grandmother, 'I just spoke to Mr and Mrs Grey on the jet, and I have told them the Phoebe and Eva have returned and are now safe".

"Did they want to talk to Phoebe?

"They are both very mad, especially Mr Grey. Mrs Grey thought it be best that Mr Grey cool down a little. They wish for Phoebe to go to sleep and they will deal with her in the morning."

"I will talk to Christian and tell him that I was the one who dismissed you for the evening, that you were not negligent in your job." Grandma said rather apologetic to Armstrong.

Shit! I didn't even consider that Dad would more than likely fire him.

"Well girls you have both been very stupid tonight. Phoebe your parents will be here in 4 or so hours you better go and get some sleep. Go to upstairs and under no condition are you to leave your room."

I just nodded and left the room. I was now tired, depleted and very worried of the fallout. As I was three quarters out of the room, Armstrong stopped me.

"Phoebe, your father also stated that you were to give your cell phone to your grandparents"

Figures I guess, this way I can't find out how they found out I was gone. I was going to ring Ted and ask him what he knew, maybe then I could manipulate certain information about the evening. One thing for sure is, if I got out of this alive and in some secluded girls boarding school then I would be lucky!

Ted:

Day 6 in Massachusetts, it's a Saturday night and everything is going great. I went to orientation on Thursday and I am now off to meet a few friends from Seattle that are here at Harvard at a local bar. Smith and I walk down to the garage and jump into my new car that my parents bought me. Smith is ok really, mid-late twenties and he has been briefed about space and protection. I have decided to just few him as a friend.

"Smith, level with me. How much information are you to report back to my Father?"

Smith obviously looked conflicted about these questions. It was Christian Grey writing his pay cheques after all. Time to be more creative, "Do you have to tell my father every one of my moves?

"No. Only those which are possibly putting your life in danger".

"Do you have to tell them for example all the names of people that I meet tonight?"

"No, but only because your mother drew the line there. But should you meet anyone of significance then I am to inform Mr Grey".

"Background check?"

"Yes. I am sorry but it must be done". He looks almost apologetic towards me.

"Don't sweat it! I am use to it. I don't want to make your life any harder so I will let you know that there is one girl I am really interested in Hayley Thompson from home and I know that she will be there tonight. She's from Seattle, I think she went to Seattle Prep and she is an only child".

When we are only a few minutes from the bar I straight out ask Smith the one questions I have wanted to ask for a while, "Smith, If I have sex with a girl will my parents hear about it? Are you going to let them know?"

"Not at all" replies Smith.

"Thank you mom!" I say!

"Not your mother. You're Dad. He believed that you were responsible enough to make your own decisions there." I laughed to myself there. When I started to pack for Harvard, Dad sat me down and spoke to me about ensuring I use protection etc.

We arrive at the bar and I meet my friends. We are having a few drinks and playing some pool. Man! Hayley is awesome, very blonde and blue eyes. After a few hours, of drinking and playing pool, Hayley took a photo of us both on her iphone and proceeded to post it to facebook.

"I will tag you in the photo. Let me send you a friend request", Hayley said.

"I don't have facebook and don't put my name on it. My Dad is really funny about that type of stuff", I replied. Dad had never allowed us to use facebook, way too many complications came out of that one and way too many security issues.

Hayley looked confused but understood. I had known her for a while and she knew how intense my father was.

"Have you ever even looked at facebook?" she asked inquisitorially

"Not really". She then showed me her news feed and as we scrolled down I couldn't believe it and I saw a picture of Phoebe. At first I thought I was mistaken but there she was and wearing mums silver dress that had been posted by a Brent Jones.

Trying not to give anything away, I asked, "Who is Brent Jones"

"He is the brother of a friend of mine from Seattle. He goes to my old school now. He is supposed to be a really nice guy, very gifted in the Arts. Why? What's wrong?"

I grabbed Hayley and took her to a private booth. I couldn't let Smith hear this. "That girl in the short dress and brown hair, that's my sister and she is supposed to be at my Grandparents house while my parents dropped me off here and went to New York for a few days. The other girl is Eva my cousin. My sister is not supposed to leave the house without someone with her and she not allowed to be wearing that dress and if and when my parents hear about this they are going to kill her. Is there any way we can get rid of that photo?"

Hayley rang her friend to try and get her brother to remove the photo but she couldn't reach her. She private messaged Brent, but wasn't sure if he would see the message. I tried to ring Phoebe to let her know but she wasn't answering her phone.

"My sister is in allot of trouble if my parents find this out", I said to Hayley. Damn it even I was mad at her.

An hour later at 11pm my time, my phone rang and the screen read, "Dad".

In New York after show and their way to meet some friends.

Christian's POV:

I looked down at my phone and saw a new email from Phoebe. "Ana, Phoebe just emailed me, she is off to sleep and actually looking forward to seeing us tomorrow", I was actually glowing. For the first time in a couple of year maybe our relationship would be getting back to how it should be. I then smirked and looked at Ana, "She wants to know why you were tied up and couldn't talk to her last night"

"Well best she just thinks we were talking metaphorically than literally".

When we had the kids we decided that there were many things that we would keep from them, and our intimate relationship was certainly one.

"She actually told us she was missing us", I said feeling the same sting of sadness that I did when she told me that this would be the longest she would have been on her own, 'Maybe we should leave a little early and get back to her."

"Early, how early?

"Well its only 10:00pm at home. I could ring Sawyer and Gail and have them pack everything up for us, we could go and have one drink and fly home straight away and be home at 6am. I have just felt bad ever since Phoebe told us that this was the longest we had left her".

We had asked Gail to come with us on this trip last minute. We organised for her and Taylor to go straight to New York and Sawyer come with us to Harvard, I figured I owed her that in the least due to the years of service she has given me.

"Wow Christian, you big old softy. Ring home and tell them we will be home early and to tell Phoebe and I will ring Gail."

I got out my phone and tried to ring Phoebe first but she didn't answer. That's right she put her phone on mute! I didn't usually allow the kids to do that but she seemed rather tired. I then went to ring Armstrong.

Armstrong: Good evening Sir.

Christian: Armstrong can you tell Phoebe that we will be home early tomorrow now.

Armstrong: Yes Sir. Phoebe is in the pool house with her cousin. Your mother dismissed me at 7:30pm.

Christian: Why is my daughter not in the house?

Armstrong: it was organised that she have a little sleepover. Dr Trevelyan-Grey wanted her to have a bit fun and they didn't think it appropriate to have me stand guard over two 16 year old girls in their Pyjamas.

I wasn't happy but did slightly understand my mother point of view on that one.

Christian:: Can you wake up my mother to go and tell my daughter the change of plans. I await your call to tell me that Phoebe has been informed.

I got off the phone a little nervous that Phoebe hadn't told me that she was having a sleep over. I wasn't annoyed at that but something was terribly a miss. Ana noticed my running my hands through my hair asked me what was going on.

"I don't know. Hopefully nothing", I said not wanting to give anything else away. "Have you spoken to Gail?"

"Yes, she and Sawyer can have everything packed and meet us in 30 minutes." Since we were planning on leaving in the morning, everything was more or less packed.

Ten minutes later Armstrong rang me. About Bloody time!

Christian:: Armstrong has my mother spoken to Phoebe.

Armstrong: No sir.

Me: For fucks Sake! Why not?

Grace: Christian, it's your mother. (My mother had taken the phone off Armstrong) Phoebe isn't here and neither is Eva. They have sneaked out. Their cell phones are both here too.

Christian: Fuck! Where is Phoebe? Check her phone... has she missed any calls or anything?

Grace: only one, from Teddy, about an hour ago.

Christian: We are coming home now.

I look over at Ana and she looks perplexed. "Christian, what's wrong?"

"Our dear Daughter and her cousin Eva organised a little sleep over at my parent's pool house and have now sneaked out of the house and no one knows where they are. We need to go home right now!"

We jump into the car with Taylor and head off to the jet. Ana rings Gail and Sawyer and informs them of what was happened. I get on the phone to Teddy as he has tried ringing Phoebe tonight. Maybe he knows something.

Teddy: Dad.

His voice is strained so obviously he knows something.

Christian: Do you know where your sister is?

No response.

Christian: Teddy I need to know where your sister is. She isn't at your grandparent's house.

Teddy: I don't know where she is exactly but I just saw a photo of her on facebook.

Christian: facebook? Your sister doesn't have facebook does she?

Teddy: No, but other people do. A guy just took a photo of her and Eva and posted it online. I only saw it as one of the people I am with coincidently happens to be friends with his sister and facebook friends with him.

Christian: What is the guy's name?

Teddy: Brent Jones, he goes to Settle Prep.

By this time I was not only frustrated and mad as hell at Phoebe but also Teddy.

Christian: How long have you know about this photo?

Still no response.

Christian: How long?

Teddy: about an hour. I was hoping you wouldn't find out.

Christian: if you sister rings you. Tell her to ring Armstrong and go to grandparents now! Your mother and I are on our way home. Also get a copy of that photo online and send me a copy now! I will deal with you later. Bye.

I hang up, more frustrated at my children than ever. A minute later I get a copy of the photo and sure as hell there is my daughter and my niece. Plus my daughter is wearing the dress that I told her I would spank her if she ever wore.

As we boarded the plane I showed Ana the picture and her heart sank.

Taylor came and sat next to us and informed us that he had the total security personnel out looking for them and that Armstrong would stay at the house in case they returned.

We took off and I looked over to Ana. She was looking tired and worn out.

"Phoebe has to be punished for this; we can't let her get away with it!"

Ana nodded, "I am scared that she might not be ok"

I held Ana in my arms and tried to reassure her but even I was extremely worried.

A couple of hours later Armstrong rang me.

Christian: Armstrong, do you have an update?

Armstrong: Yes Sir. Phoebe and Eva have arrived safely. They are been taken inside your parents house. Your brother Elliot and Kate is also here now.

Christian: Thank you. Phoebe is to remain inside the house and not leave, under any circumstances.

Armstrong: Would you like to talk to your daughter?

Christian: please hold and let me talk to my wife.

I looked at Ana. Phoebe is fine she has returned with Eva. They want to know if we want to talk to her. She looked up and said, "I think we just need to cool down before we talk to her"

Christian: Armstrong inform her that we will talk to her when we arrive. We need to cool down a bit first.

Armstrong: Yes Sir.

Christian: thank you and I want you to take my daughter cell phone off her and give it to my parents. I don't want her talking to anyone else until we do.

Ana started to cry a little relieved that it was Phoebe was safe. Now it was up to me to decide how to punish her.