Usual disclaimers, I do not own the rights to the fifty shades branding or the work of EL James it remains solely hers…

CHAPTER 11:

C POV:

Eliot has just taken a call for a plumbing incident, Elliot knows I need some Mom and Dad time, and he I think needs some of his own plumbing looked at too.

"There was a police report filed, two in fact one at, Vista Sheriff's Department and one with the Oceanside Police Department I guess they were covering their bases. So let's see who I am, Dad, I have sent a copy to you, read and share with Mom." She is rooting for this to be a happy ending. I watch as he opens the reports and I know his legal eyes are looking for the hidden legalities of this. He tells me to read in silence, it will sink in better and there is a lot to take in too.

On the June 20th1984, oh, two days after my first birthday, my mother and I were reported missing by my grandmother, a Mrs Phoebe Lowe, accompanying her on both occasions where her daughters Trinity and Emma. They last saw my mother Jennifer Lowe, the night before, when Jennifer put her son Leo to bed, it seems I was called Leo Lowe, it sounds like I should be singing 'Old MacDonald had a farm, Leo-Leo-Lowe,' he, meaning me, was fractious and teething and Jennifer was not sleeping too well because he was up all night. They fear she may have harmed the child, as he does tend to cry and keep both his father and grandfather up until the early hours.

"Interesting that my father did not come forward, don't you think Dad?"

"I was thinking that too."

"Perhaps they were busy Carry?" My mother ever the happy face of family life.

"Too busy for his child? The only time I cannot get home in an emergency is on the very rare occasion the case is too complex and or the judge won't allow it. I have even been known to be in contempt of court on a few of our sons worst falls from grace, Grace!" I smile and give him the patented pout, it doesn't work with him but I live in hope it one day will.

My father is one William Lowe and my grandfather is one Leonardo William Lowe, they think she is doing her usual attention seeking thing she has done before and is holed up in a hotel somewhere. The police told them to come back twenty four hours later or call if they did return. The Aunts and sister in law came back as their mother was in a great deal of stress. Without their mother there they admitted they sent her away because of the nightly beatings she received from their brother. They provided the officer with a contact phone number and he was satisfied with their answers and her assurance she would make herself known to the sheriff's department in Knox County, Ohio, she kept the appointment and moved again straight away. They were also told of three different hospitals who had her on their files as a Jane Doe; she was also under the doctor for strong pain medication for several old breaks and the constant headaches she suffered from. Perhaps her drug addiction stemmed from failure to procure these pills?

Their nephew only cried because his mother was locked away from him, when the beatings took place. The police closed their files, and went to see the men of the house informing them that Mrs Jennifer Lowe had in fact left her husband, and would be seeking a divorce and full custody of the male one year old child named Leo Lowe. My father was angry, but my grandfather was apparently relieved. My father struck a police officer and was arrested.

"So it seems she ran to get away from an abusive husband?"

"It would seem so, but we can check paperwork and see if your father was served divorce papers."

"Yeah, I guess so, but if they were rich, why not pay her maintenance and crap? Why did she fear them so much she ran clear across the country and lived in near poverty?" I read the report on the current home and its owners. I read both my grandparents are dead and my father is dead too, sentenced to death for the murder of a Morgan Gerrard, he was put to death twenty eight years ago in the gas chamber at San Quentin State Prison, wow.

"Dad, have you got to…"

"It seems your father may have murdered your daddy, were you thinking that?"

"I was just going to mention it, yeah."

I continue to read mine by myself, as my mother and father are reading theirs to themselves. My grandfather died leaving his estate to his wife, with ample provision for his daughters. When she died she left it to the girls with the provision that if and when Jennifer and Leo came back they were to be welcomed back with open arms and to share in their wealth equally. Interesting, I read that the women are both in their fifties and are in fact twins, it seems twins run in the family, but who is this Morgan Gerrard whose last name I had? I pick up the phone and catch Barney.

"Barney can you get me information…"

"On, Morgan Gerrard and the women Trinity and Emma Lowe, already and it's zapping it's way to you now… Good hunting Sir."

"Thanks Barney any luck with the urgent update on number three, and the rest of the searches."

"Yeah boss, Taylor has them and is on the case."

"Thank you and get some sleep."

"I had a whole night's sleep once, and I didn't like it much." I never know if he's serious or he takes shit to keep him awake?

I read the new reports and the women, my aunts; have spent a fortune on investigators and god dammed psychics to look for me, so much so their home is re-mortgaged to the hilt to get funds to find me. I actually see my father has got the report and is hugging my mother. That's another problem I can solve with the touch of a few strokes of my keyboard. Mom knows it too.

"Don't say anything Mom, I see the look and yes, I will sort out their problems."

"You're a good boy." I know and a sucker for the face she is pulling. I have their photos and I actually look like my father, William Lowe. Shit, I'd hope I didn't come from him. I read the report on Morgan Gerrard and the trail notes on Williams case, nope, he cannot be my father as he was an African American and had a very kind face.

He was the handyman and gardener on the estate and according to Williams trial notes, had been comforting my mother, in all innocence after a row with the defendant. He flew into a rage and beat him unconscious. When Morgan Gerrard was released out of the hospital, he rode to her rescue, he and my aunts helped him in a Jennifer's escape, when he had put both Jennifer and me on the train, the sisters having packed her a case with clothes and did the same for me, they also gave my mother a bag with money and jewels in it and food for their journey, wherever their journey took them. They did not want to hear from her unless she was in trouble, but they received postcards from all over the country for the first few months. The last postcard came from Nebraska six months after they escaped, after that there was nothing.

Morgan Gerrard, was drinking, after work in a local bar, some three months later when William Lowe walked in demanding to know where he had taken his tramp of a wife and son, he then called Morgan a rather unpleasant word for a black man, but being a placid man, he did not retaliate nor give William Lowe the answers he wanted, the onlookers in the bar said what happened next would taint their lives for ever, Lowe took out a gun and pulled the trigger in what seemed like slow motion, he then emptied the barrel into the poor defenceless man, and all before he could be restrained, Lowe killed him instantly. Mr Gerrard had not fought back nor told him where his wife and son where, despite being badgered into it by Lowe. He died taking their secret to his grave and Lowe was sentenced to death, and was transported to San Quentin State Prison, where he waited nearly three years until his sentence was carried out. My mom sighed.

I then realised why, Morgan Gerard had five small children when he was killed and his wife, Miranda, was expecting their sixth. I dreaded reading on, but a smile came to my face. My grandmother took them when my grandfather passed away, but before that she paid all their bills and put three of the six boys through medical school and two finished with law degrees, I know I wowed. The sixth one is a priest. I smiled, but still feel awful that the six seemingly very gifted boys did not get to know the wonderful man who saved a small baby and his mother.

"Mom, Dad, can we go tomorrow, right away? I don't need any more proof that they are good people."

"Of course we will come with you. It would be our privilege to meet these wonderful ladies who saved you Christian, do you feel any better?"

"Some, but she could have asked them for help Mom, why didn't she? Why give up the twins?"

"Perhaps they can tell you why she would not return, they seem to have the key to the more darling boy. Now I think I will have them sign you out, as long as you come home with us?"

"I'd like that. Thanks for being, well for being you, both of you have done so much for me. I don't think you will ever know how much I love you both?" My mother broke down in tears. What had I done now? I gave her a hug as she wept into my shoulder. My father too was snivelling into his handkerchief. As I got dressed in the bathroom, I heard the reasons for the tears. I, being the ultimate bastard, and hard arsed megalomaniac, had never told her I loved her. I thought I had thousands of times, for the food, the clothes, the presents, her patience, their undying love which was shown all the time, she told me all the time, did I really not tell her I loved her with words? Obviously not.

We got back to Grey Mansions after dinner and there was uneaten food and pots in the sink and a wine glass half empty, or is it half full? My mother begins to clear the dishes away and my father searches the house, but I see the tree house lights are on. You can't hear anything down here, its Christian sound proofed, for obvious reasons; my screaming would keep the neighbours up. I headed up the wooded stairs and my eyes were drawn to the lights like a damn moth to a flame, and what I saw made me wish the flames had burnt my corneas off, my sister performing oral sex on that model, Jay. I didn't know what to do, shit I was about to go in all guns blazing, when Dad tapped me on the shoulder.

"This one's a man, I did have my doubts she'd ever date a guy. Come on Son everyone has to grow up sometime, it's time you let your sister! She's not a child, she's twenty two Christian, but don't worry, I'm sure we can think of a suitable punishment. Are we alright with this?"

"Dad, she was, she was…"

"She was, I didn't see her, but I'm sure you have done worse up here?" My dad was so cool. I wanted to rip Jay's dick off and feed it down his throat. Is that any way to treat my sister?

"Dad, I have never, I repeat never brought a girl, a woman or a date up here."

"Even Bridget the maid?"

"No, I fucking did not, wrong son. Ask the man whore. He took over the tree house for a weekend when I was at Harvard. Him and his friends got downright dirty in there you and mom where away on your holidays and he was left in charge of the house remember?"

"I do, and I was lead to believe it was you and Elliot and the maid from here and the nurse from the Steele place." I shivered.

"Christ, no she was really old dad." Why the fuck was I talking like an errant teenager? My dad has never asked these questions of me, we or rather I have boundaries, my family is insistent today on ridding me of them.

"About what age thirty five, maybe?" I stopped in my tracks that's how old Elena was when she began my teaching. Fuck me from Sunday. Did he know about her too, it seems my father sleeps with one eye open?

"So what's their punishment then?" I smile as dad goes to the massive powerhouse and flicks a few switches, as we hide and watch the fun and games. How old are we? First the fire alarm, just in the tree house. Wooden tree, lonely and disturbed son, you bet your sweet ass it was alarmed, the whirring and the screeching brings two very naked, apart from their sheets, people heading down the steps and as they reach the bottom, dad flicks on the garden sprinkler hoses and given its fucking freezing anyway and the tap water comes straight from the fresh water pond, the water will be well chilled too. I watch as they run, they scream, or rather Mia screams, he's laughing, ouch Mia falls over, more water sprinklers are set off, as they struggle to stand up, his sheet in now not hiding his modesty at all and Mia is sat crying, then the sweetest of things happens, he straightens himself up, tucking in his sheet tightly and he gently picks my sister up and makes sure the sheet is covering her modesty and walks towards the patio doors, finally dad flicks off the switches and we follow, I don't know if I'm prouder of dad's payback or Jay treating my sister like a china doll, a naked china doll though arghhhh…

Mom is not happy. She points to the stairs and the hunk with the junk, yep wet white sheets do not leave anything to the imagination, especially his man junk, it's there for all to see, umm perhaps not, dad and I are not looking, but Mom is. Ewe she's perving over a boy Mia's age, fuck are my parents doing this on purpose or is this my guilty past playing a part here? I laugh and head up as Dad has words with Mom and you know get to the point of why the very just punishment took place. Apparently, Grandfather Trevelyan did the same thing to Miss Bunny and Mr Rabbit here, many moons ago; they were camping in the woods with friends and were asleep in the same tent. I tried so hard to block that bit out, as I went to get the model some of my clothes. I knock and leave them at the door, I return to my room and take it all in. It's been years since we lived here and yet our rooms look like they did the day we moved out.

I have two, one here in the main house, the room from my pre-teen years and then when I accidentally threw Mom into the chest of drawers, bruising her badly, they had the tree house built, so that my mother wouldn't feel the need to rush in and hold me, and as with everything else we Greys do, it was on the grander scale of tree houses, I would have been happy with a hut up a tree, but no, I get turrets and bridges and two bedroom wings, for stop overs, you need friends for those, and an entertainment room that would put most frat houses to shame. A fridge filled with snacks, and juices and small baby grand. I know opulent and so over the fucking top. Yeah, I was and am spoilt. I head downstairs, but before I go I see the small picture I have of Ella, erm Jennifer?

Hating her as I have done all these years for leaving me with him, will probably never go away, I hate that woman. That same woman, who from my second birthday changed and drastically too, clearly she had baked me a cake, she had taken time to shop, wash my clothes and feed me, so must have loved me right? So after that what happened, when did she and why did she turn into a shell, a waste of space time and energy? When did she give up the fight and did she give the twins up with the sole intention of turning to drugs and prostitution, giving them away before she bonded with them as she had me? Then, in that fleeting nanosecond, that was when it hit home, she didn't give me away because she loved me and I was part of her! They, if she didn't see them, hear them or feel them they weren't real? Oh hell…

Elliot was at the door of my bedroom, as I sat on the bed rocking to and fro on the bed, like a little boy again, crossed legged and tearful. All these years of hate, of angst, the fights, the bad things I did, Elena Lincoln, the subs, the clubs, the torture, that wasn't relief that was and still is torture. Perhaps they liked it, shit they told me they liked it, they must be as fucked up as me.

John is right Elena fed my neuroses, for her own gratification; perhaps she too has a pain that the lifestyle she chose was the only way she can cope, but this is about me now, not her! Because she is in my past. My self-worth was at zero and my dark soul was emotionless, feeling pain was I thought better than feeling nothing. I had no control over the past; it should have been left there. I should have moved on, but she wouldn't let me and with every lash of her whip, the thrash of her canes, or slap with some other instrument of pain, she fed my self-loathing and my mother issues to the point I could not get back.

What's making me move forward without the hate I feel? The love of a mother who ran from her aggressor, the love of two aunts who knew there was the possibility of never seeing me again, but they still let me go and then a man who had no reason to help either Jennifer or Leo Lowe, but he did and for that he was killed and those children, those six poor boys. The dam opened and the tears fell…

"Shit Christian, let it out Bro; I'm here, can I? Oh fuck it hit me after." He climbed on the bed and rocked with me, he held me tightly and I grabbed him tighter, he didn't say anything he didn't have too, he was here for me. After what seemed and eternity, he did what only Lelliot could do, he told me about his latest conquest…

"I think I am in love Bro?"

"Has Starbucks got a new taste for spring?"

"Nope."

"A new barista with big tits?"

"Nope."

"You have a new tool at work that means you don't need a woman?"

"What no one will replace a woman, dumb ass?"

"Well fucking spill or we will be old Greys before I guess it, I have the bases locked and loaded so what gives and who is she?"

"A hooker." And there he blows. "Not a real one she came dressed as one, to a party I was called out to."

"Party people have you on speed dial for what to get a keg, 'cos they are all underage drinkers?"

"Hey, I did that fucking once. No dickwad."

"That's megalomaniac dickwad to you."

"Yeah, yeah old and grey remember, and I'm older than you, so I have less time to procreate? Anyhow… I was going into the new apartments to fix the damn leak and fucking hell she was there, looking like a fucking angel."

"You said hooker!"

"The age thing remember? She was with a bunch of good looking people one was a model, well, I think a few could have been models. They thought I was a fucking part of the village people and one bloke kept on saying he was going to change into a cowboy or ride me like a cowboy, the music was too loud, I couldn't hear him, he said he wanted to take me for an Indian, I'm not into the male of the species, even if he was in camel. He had on a woman's red camel dress on a red wig and hooker heels, like hers." I oh-ed this sound like it was one of his more classier nights on the town. "Anyway, I had to turn the water off so the party ended and well they were all dressed like… I don't know rejects from Gay Pride? It was hilarious, any how the fella in the camel dress."

"Do you mean Chanel dress?" I had visions of a camel...

"I don't fucking know, he just kept saying he had got his fabulousness on and could he carry off red, whatever the fuck that meant? Anyhow, the next thing I know we are heading down a side alley and all hell breaks loose, Cat Woman had just had sex in public with Superman, right there in front of everyone, including his girlfriend Banana Girl, boy did she kick him in his nuts, my eyes watered for the guy, I'd go into detail but well I know women aren't floating your boat.
Anyway, then the mummy laughed as the red dress man pulled Banana Girl's wig off her head and she hit the dude in the dress, then she attacked the mummy who fuck me, went all ninja on her ass, everyone stood back and did the actions, you know? Smash,wam, kerpow, thud... Anyhow Banana Girl was on the road, when the Batman, Robin and Cat Girl helped the banana up. The mummy was out of her tree and I mean out of it, oh-oh-oh-oh, she was so damn pretty did I tell you she was a model?" Was he doing drugs or drunk as usual, this sounds like his frat days all over again? A television was making out with an Umpa Lumpa and then fuck me, the rest of the village people turned up, at the door of your club here, Reload! I forgot to tell you, yeah I dropped the Grey name again and I owe you the bar tab. I phoned you though 'cos the model was into you, Stella, nope Sarah I think? She drank Cristal like it was water, I had to take them all back to their hotel, I had to throw their friend the mummy over my shoulder and take her back, the car wouldn't take her, well, I put her in bed because the red dress guy passed out cold and then I got down and dirty with Katie Girl and well Grey Boy I am in love."

"I always believed there is someone out there for you Elliot. Try enough and you're bound to find the right model eventually I guess, even a hooker, wow bringing a hooker home to meet Grace and Carrick are you mad?"

"She is a journalist, called Kate Kavanagh and I am in love Bro, but here's the problem, I had to leave I'd left the water off at the apartments and I get a shit load of texts and well, I did a runner, I didn't leave a number and what with this head thing and everything with you. I haven't had time to call her, but her friend is really into you, the model?"

"As you keep saying."

I remember the name she was the girl in the park, jogging and the annoying girl who got her dad to ask me to allow her the interview, but things keep happening and I have had to let her down too many times, I will see to her appointment myself, I hate doing interviews, and I know the gay thing will raise its head again, time to dispel those rumours I guess, seeing as I'm being more open with everyone it seems? What the hell, since Anastasia breezed into my life, it's become a clusterfuck of unusual feelings and happenings. Elliot falling in love the biggest revelation. My family issues aside not included. I have blood ties to actual people. John's right move on and walk away from the bad shit.

"Sarah Harper, quite the looker too."

"I know Miss Harper, as do you."

"Nope, never seen her before."

"Does Annie Steele ring a bell?"

"Nope, maybe, the name may be dinged a little, gimmy a clue, I have left a few notches on the bedposts Christian."

"Notches, fuck me your bedposts has so many notches Lelliot they are down to toothpicks now." He grins. "Grandpa Steeles, granddaughter Annie, you know Ray and Rose Steele from next door, the little girl Mia's age…"

"That's her, bloody hell and she has the hots for you?"

"I like her too, as a friend, and no I am not fucking gay. I just don't bring them home. I want the one I bring her to be special and I want it to mean something and you mention me and being gay in the same sentence and well, I'll tell Kate about you using my tree house as a Sexual Healing Centre and just how hands on you are at being a healing hand therapist there!"

"Don't knock the internet, I am learned I will have you know! I passed loads of tests and I will have you know, I am also an ordained minister for The Church of Puppy's and Pussies!"

"So you can massage, marry, then hump pussies and play with tits legally then?"

"Pretty much. I am also a member of the Church of the Free Love and Sexual Awareness Group too, so I could help with your coming out, guess I will have to put my fabulousness aside and face it you're straight and boring, at least tell me you're a virgin? I need some amusement in my life. You have been my source of embarrassing fun for years Christian." He is so priceless.

"Private place Elliot, private place." He was like a new and playful puppy, and had the attention span of a gnat. He was looking out of the window.

"What's gone on in the yard?"

"Dad was just testing the pipes for being frozen, you know flushing the pipes?"

"Oh, Mommy said you caught Mia up there with a guy?"

"I don't want to think about it thank you Elliot, why did you ask if you already knew?"

"I just wanted to see if you'd spill what you saw? Dad said he had to pull you off serving him his dick and testis for dessert? Are you okay? I was the same when I found her cleaning carpets with Lily." I looked at him for an explanation; I do not have carpets in the tree house, just some nice rugs and they cleaned the rugs, what of it? "As in… She was going down on Lily's runway carpet?" I threw myself back on the bed.

"Dad said he was glad she was into men at last I just thought he meant she was starting out, you know what I mean, and she was getting her first boyfriend."

"I can hardly knock her for it, I've been doing it forever, and the number of carpets I have helped clean is unfuckingbelivable." I am again stunned.

"Why was I the last to know, my security had to have known?"

"Probs, but what were your exact instructions to the men in black following her, you know vis-à-vis Mia's 'visitors'?"

"Under no circumstances was she to have men in her rooms unaccompanied, she was not to have male… She played me didn't she?"

"Here have the worlds tiniest violin, to show I'm only a tiny bit sorry for you, you control freak." He hands me an air violin and plays the thimble sized invisible instrument.

"Fuck you Elliot, why is everyone so bloody chilled? Why is the mad house of Grey Mansions changing?"

"Perhaps little brother, it's the same and it's you whose changing arghh there are raised voices, I feel the Mia show is about to start, come on let's see the bratty sister wiggle out of this!"

Mia's POV:

After the successful and rather impromptu session in the toilets I have been grinning like a Cheshire cat, do they in fact grin? Jay looks stunning and as he watches me he smiles. Those bright grey blue eyes have me, shit have I turned to the dark side? I watch as he kisses that damn girl, she drapes herself over him and through his jacket and they kiss, is Jose doing this just to wind me up? I busy myself with the clothes and shit I get a draft around my lady garden. Umm panties needed I think. I rummage through the bags and find a beautiful Carine Gilson black and white silk and satin balconette bra and panties, good not the skinny bitch ones she has on. Paff… I go and change, besides, I can afford the price tag, free. I like that she actually sent things in my size, she too is working on fashionable preggers pieces for my new stores! Designer nursing bras and big knickers, so Bridget Jones like, go figure there is a need for sexy massive knickers, apparently preggers woman are very sexual during their second trimester, I learnt lots when I asked around and did my research. I'm getting wrapped up in Mama Mia, when I should be getting Jay to say Fuck-Me-Mia! I put the underwear on and stand back wow, I'm sexy and I know it, I do a dance and wiggle-wiggle-wiggle-wiggle my tush and sing the song.

Throwing over the simple black cotton smock dress on, it hides the sexy stuff underneath and I go back to pack up the clothes as the shooting for today wraps. My row upon row of expensive dresses are all accounted for and the security guy takes them to the store here. I get the boxes of underwear to my car and as the elevator doors ping, Cassidy Hugh's is there and her hands are all over Jay. Oh, I was just used again.

"Hi sweetheart, I was looking for my favourite girl!"

"Oh, I thought you were. You know Mia I thought…" Cassidy is flushed.

"So, what is my girl cooking me tonight then?" I may be a little fluttery here; he has called me sweetheart, his girl and my girl. Ha, take that skinny bitch.

"So you two are, you, you know?"

Cassidy looks like she thought she would get lucky. I bagged a model, a hot fucking well-endowed man. I did not wake up this morning thinking I would have sex with anyone, I'd hope that Anya would be here to fool around with a little, but shit, I had sex with a man, and that was not in my future or so I thought, I had sex, man and woman shit, with him stood smiling at me, be still my beating heart. I smile like a sappy teenager and grab his offered hand, the hand becomes a body crushing hug, and um, he's pleased to see me.

"We are aren't we Mia baby." That was not a question that was a statement.

"Oh, you better believe it Jay, you better believe it." I hang my hands around his neck and kiss him, as I hear her cough. I keep on kissing this demigod of a man and as he pulls away my lips tingle.

"We are in company baby; we best save that for later." The door pings open and I hate his next bit.

"Do you need a lift anywhere?"

"No, I have my little car, here see." I see a bright red Audi.

"Oh okay, I was just going to offer you a lift."

"As you can see I am covered, thanks." I am pissed as she comes in to kiss Jay's cheeks, better make them air kisses. I point the alarm at my car, a gift for my birthday from Christian, he always makes sure my cars in good working order and are replaced every year, this year I got a Mercedes Benz, I don't do cars, but apparently this is a good one according to Christian, and is diamond white, one day he will get me a pink one, one day.

"A Mercedes S600, wow Jose is paying you too much or me, not enough?"

"My brother has a car fetish, he insists we all drive the best and safest of cars, I guess I just think of it as Mia's taxi, I'm not into all the tech and spec shit. He is and don't get Taylor started."

"He must love you a lot."

"I guess it's a given he's my big brother."

"I'm an only child so I wouldn't know."

"Sometimes when I was little I wished for that too, they may give you grief, as I have never brought a friend home."

"I thought we were more than friends Mia?"

"Oh, we are Jay, we most certainly are…" I melt into his arms as one red faced bitch speeds off in her little red rocket. My car is better than yours and brings all the men to ma yard, damn right it's better than yours, now I'm singing a milkshake song in my head. I need to get it together.

"Do you want to drive it?"

"Err, yeah, where to?"

"Hit home on the GPS and follow the directions."

"I can't wait to get you naked and in bed."

"Well press the damn button or we will do it here in the car."

"Car sex? I could do that!" I bet you can, I watch as he drives and shit that smile, when we get home that body is mine and I want to do wild and wicked things with his man bits and be wet and riding him like the stallion I know he is… Hell I'm getting off watching him. This could be the best night ever…

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