Christian walks into Phoebe's bedroom with her cradled in his arms and Teddy right behind him. He gently lays her on her bed so that she is leaning on her side. She winces in pain and continues to cry. He's not really sure what to do to help her. She's never been in this much pain. In fact, he's never seen anyone in this much pain. Not himself, not his subs, not even his wife while she was in labor. This is killing him.

Teddy is standing at the bottom of the bed, feeling the same way his father is feeling. He feels helpless and sad for his sister. From where he is standing he can see her thighs. They look severely bruised and extremely painful. He just wants to cry when he sees that. He suppresses it and moves to sit on her bed so her thighs aren't in eyesight.

When Phoebe tries to talk, Christian moves a chair over to her bed so he can sit and hold her hands. He wants her to calm down and breathe. "Daddy… it… it hurts" she manages to get out. He tries to shush her but she keeps trying. "I didn't… I…. I didn't do…"

"It's okay Peanut." He continues to hold her hand and uses the other hand to rub through her hair. "I know it hurts but I need you to breathe, okay?"

"Braxton….. he said I…. he said I did things, I didn't" she is able to get it out before her crying gets worse. Christian sighs and looks over at Teddy, and then back at his daughter.

"I need to go and get some things for you. Teddy will sit here with you okay?" She nods to let him know she understands. "I'm going to be right back." Christian stands and motions for Teddy to sit in the chair. He does and hesitates before he takes his sister's hands in his.

Out in the hall Christian pulls out his blackberry and hits the speed dial. "Welch, I need you to tap into my kids' school computer. Find out the last time my daughter's file got updated. I need to know exactly what got changed… call me back." He drops the blackberry into his pocket and rushes to his bedroom, feeling free to let his anger show since he is not around his kids. A few minutes later, he walks back into Phoebe's bedroom with Advil, water and a container of cream. He has Teddy keep his seat on the chair holding her hands. He sits down and shows her the medicine. "Are you able to lean up so you can take this?" After much hesitation, Phoebe manages to lean up on her elbow so that she can take the Advil and swallow the water. She lies back down and winces, causing her to cry out again. Next Christian shows her the cream. "Here, you need to rub this on your bruises."

Teddy eyes the container of cream suspiciously. Why does he have that?

When Phoebe doesn't make a move to take the cream from him, Christian tries again. "Peanut, it will help, I promise."

"I can't" she whimpers. She breathes a few times and says it again before she starts sobbing. "I can't"

"Okay." He leans over, puts his hand in her hair and plants two soft kisses on her wet cheekbone. "I'll do it"

He stands and walks around the bed so that he is behind her. He sits down and gently raises her skirt so that he can see the bruises. He suppresses a gasp that threatens to leave his lips. He doesn't want Phoebe to hear that. He opens the cream and gently applies it to her bruised thighs. She winces and cries in pain as he does it. Teddy holds both of her hands and encourages her to squeeze his when it hurts. She does as she's told as she grits her teeth and even starts to move her legs slightly, the body's natural reaction to move away from the pain. Christian is able to get some of the cream on her thighs and some on her bottom. When he's done he puts the cream aside and moves to the bottom of the bed to remove her shoes.

Teddy looks up at his father as he does it. "Why do you have that?" Christian gives him a quizzical look so he elaborates. "The cream?"

Christian removes one shoe and starts on the other. "Why do you ask?" He doesn't want to tell his son the real reason for having Arnica cream in the house.

"I thought that stuff was only for severe pain and bruises. I don't remember anyone in the house being injured."

Christian removes the other shoe and is saved by his blackberry. He knows it is Welch so he needs to leave the room. "I need to take this, I'll be right back."

Once he's in the hall, Christian listens as Welch gives him information about Phoebe's file. He learns that changes were made today to show that punishment was administered for ten recent incidents, which include cutting class, being late for class, cheating on a test, failing to hand in homework, not returning library books, talking in class, being rude to a teacher, being disruptive in class, not wearing her uniform correctly, and starting a physical altercation with another student. He learns that a few days ago, nine of those incidents were added to her file. He also learns that his and Ana's phone numbers were changed as well as the option to consent to corporal punishment. Christian is fuming right now. How could somebody do this? Why would somebody do this? "Find out who did this" he demands.

He starts to put the phone back in his pocket but it rings again. It is Taylor. "Sir, your mother and the detective are here."

"Thank you Taylor. Please show them in. We are in Phoebe's room."

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Christian greets his mother outside of Phoebe's bedroom and gives her a hug. He is introduced to the female detective from Seattle Special Victims Unit. He leads them into his daughter's room. "Teddy, why don't you go give Ava a call, let her know how Phoebe is doing" he tells his son so that he has a reason to leave the room. He gives his sister's hands a squeeze before he stands and walks out.

Christian sits on the chair and takes his daughter's hands. "Peanut, Grandma is here. I've asked her to come to examine you so that we can avoid a hospital visit."

"Hey Baby" she says to her granddaughter from the other side of the room.

"Hi Grandma" she manages to say, since she is still whimpering, crying and sniffing.

Grace puts her hand on the detective's arm. "This is Detective Bryce. She's going to observe so she can write up a police report." Phoebe doesn't say a word, so Grace proceeds to sit on the bed behind her. "I'm just going to lift your skirt so I can examine the bruises sweetheart. Grace proceeds to examine her while Christian holds her hands. He rubs them with his thumbs as he watches his mother. "This couldn't be just from a cane" she observes out loud. "Honey did he use something else?"

Phoebe sniffs. "Paddle"

"We need to take pictures for the police report. Honey, I'm going to lower your panties so we can take the pictures, okay?"

"No" she says with anxiety clear in her voice. She starts shaking. She doesn't want anyone to touch her because she knows it will hurt.

"Is it really necessary?" Christian asks.

"We'll have a better chance of getting a conviction if we have pictures of all of the bruising" Bryce explains.

"It will hurt" Phoebe cries. She squeezes her eyes shut at the pain.

Christian moves his hand into her hair again to reassure her and kisses her hairline. "Gentle, Baby, okay? We'll be gentle. How 'bout I do it for you?"

She nods her head. She already let him put the cream on her. Might as well let him do this too. He reaches over and gently removes her panties. Bryce holds up an evidence bag, motioning him to drop them in there. "I'll get your favorite blue blanket. Where is it?" he asks his daughter.

"Closet" she manages to blurt out. Christian walks into her closet to fetch her favorite baby blue blanket while the detective takes the pictures. After she is finished, Christian drapes the blanket over his daughter so that she is covered up to her stomach.

"Phoebe, do you hurt anywhere else?" Grace asks her. She doesn't get an answer so she presses her. "Honey, if you have any other bruises we need to know about them for the police report.

Phoebe stops shaking since she has her blanket and her father holding her hands again. "My back" she says before she sniffles.

Christian looks up at his mother. He didn't know that she hurt her back. Grace lifts Phoebe's shirt up to examine her and sees that she has a bruise on her shoulder blade from when she was knocked to the floor. The detective takes a picture of that too. When the exam is over, Christian kisses Phoebe's hands and stands to talk to his mother out of earshot.

"Well?" he asks her.

"He really did a number on her Christian. What he did was completely savage. My poor grandbaby" she says sadly.

Christian looks over at his daughter. She is in so much pain and he still feels so helpless. "What can I do to help her?"

Grace looks over at her too. "She already took Advil, and the cream was a good idea. Maybe a hot bath, have her soak in it for a while." Christian nods his head and keeps his eyes on Phoebe. "Bryce is going to need to ask her questions about what happened"

"She's not ready for that" Christian says. She can hear the exhaustion and sadness in his voice.

"I know, but you shouldn't wait too long. I can't stay, I have afternoon appointments. Are you going to be okay?"

Christian nods his head again and looks at his mother. "Yeah, yeah, we'll be fine."

Grace kisses her son on the cheek and walks over to say goodbye to her granddaughter. Christian watches and slowly runs a hand through his hair.

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Teddy is in his room talking to his girlfriend on Skype. He figures he won't get caught since his father is busy with Phoebe. When Rebecca sees him she can already tell that something is not right before he even says a word.

"What happened?"

Teddy works to control his breathing before he answers. "Braxton beat my sister with a cane"

"What?" she is appalled. "He has a cane?"

"Yeah. My Dad busted in to stop him, but it was too late. He had already done so much damage." Teddy rubs his face. He so is exhausted and sad for his sister.

"How is she?"

"Not good. She's in a lot of pain. Makes me wonder…."

"What?" she asks him when he stops talking.

"Are we doing the right thing? I mean, what you want me to do to you…. at first I thought I understood why you enjoy it, but after seeing what happened to my sister today…"

"Teddy, no, you can't think like that. There's no comparison."

"How is it different Rebecca?" he asks her. He runs his hand through his hair like his father does when he's exasperated.

"I know you would never hurt me Teddy, I trust you." She has a smile on her face, and Teddy can't help but smile at her for a moment.

"Why do you trust me?"

"I think you've done your share to earn my trust. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do" he answers her without hesitation.

"So, trust me to stop you anytime it becomes too much. We've talked about this. And we can keep talking about it as much as you need to. But, you need to understand that there is nothing wrong with what we are doing. And it is nobody's business but ours."

Teddy runs his hand through his hair again. "I just worry, that I'll get so caught up in it, and not hear you safeword. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you."

"You won't. Stop worrying. You haven't hurt me so far, right?"

Teddy sighs and manages to smile at her again. "You're right. I just feel so angry right now, so helpless, and so disgusted. How can that fucker do that to my sister?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure your father is going to make him pay." She hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "So, do you think you can get away tonight?"

Teddy rubs his face again. "Not tonight, I think I should stick around here, in case there's something I can do."

"Okay, Wednesday then, during study group" she says, planning their next fucking session.

Teddy manages a smile as he thinks about it. "Wednesday"

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Phoebe is in the tub in the master bathroom. Christian has filled the tub with hot water and she is soaking in it. Her stomach and chest are leaned up against the side and she is leaning on her arms on the edge of the tub. She can't sit down, it hurts too much. She is whimpering and crying from the pain. Christian walks over and sits in front of her so that he is at eye level with her. "Is this helping at all?"

"It hurts" is all she is able to say. She continues to whimper and cry. Tears are rolling down her face, and Christian continues to feel helpless as he watches his daughter suffer. "Where's Mom?"

"She's on her way back from Portland, Baby. She will be here soon." He leans up to fix her hair in a bun so that it doesn't get wet. "Just a few more minutes and then I'll get you out, okay? Then we'll get some more cream and then you can sleep. I think sleep will do you some good." Even though her hair is tied back he still rubs his hand through her hair. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Phoebe sniffs and tries to get control of her breathing. "I just want it to stop h h hurting."

Christian leans forward and plants a soft kiss in between her eyes and tries to comfort her. This is killing him. His daughter is in so much pain she can't even sit. She can't calm down and she can't stop crying. He is definitely not in control of the situation. He's doing everything he can to prevent moments from his past from resurfacing. He can't think about that now, but at the same time he can't help it. This is what he used to do. Maybe not as extreme, but he hurt women like this, and he enjoyed it. As these feelings start to haunt him, he starts to feel sick. He does his best to suppress it so that he can take care of Phoebe.

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A few hours later, Ana is home and is brought up to speed with what happened to her daughter. Christian did not want to tell her or Kate while they were driving back to Seattle from Portland. What good would that have done? After she composes herself from crying in her husband's arms, she walks up the stairs to the second level and walks into her daughter's room. She had fallen asleep after her bath. When Ana walks in she looks down and watches her daughter for a few minutes. Her heart breaks when she thinks about what she went through today, how scared she must have been, and how much pain she is in. Phoebe slowly wakes up, and when she sees her mother she starts to tear up. Ana sits on the bed and holds her daughter in her arms. Phoebe winces from the pain of moving around so suddenly and cries in her mother's arms. Ana tries to hold it together, but she finds herself crying too. She stays in her daughter's room again until she falls asleep.

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Christian stands at Phoebe's door and looks down at two of his girls. Phoebe is asleep with her head in Ana's lap, and Ana is stroking her hair. He manages a smile and walks out. He stands in the hall and waits for Ana to come out. When she does, she is immediately welcomed into his arms. They hold each other for a while in silence. When Ana pulls away, she senses that Christian has more on his mind than their daughter.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks him.

Christian is reluctant, but he knows he can't avoid this conversation for long. "The fifteen"

"Why?"

"Why?" he asks in a disgusted voice. He is so disgusted with himself. "Ana, all of those women had fathers, fathers that probably loved them like I love our Phoebe. Could you imagine what they would have done if they knew what their daughters were doing with me?"

Ana doesn't know how to answer his question. He wasn't thinking like a father back then, but things have changed. He is a father now. He feels happiness and pain for his kids. He didn't have that when he was a dominant. In fact, he was convinced that he didn't have a heart.

"Christian, those women were consenting adults. Not sensitive, emotional teenagers."

"I still wouldn't want Phoebe involved in any of this even if she was an adult. So I'm sure those fathers felt that way too. I'm no better than that fucker Braxton" Christian says as he frowns.

Ana puts her hands on his face. "You are nothing like him Christian. Do you hear me? You are a wonderful husband, and a wonderful father. You would never hurt anyone like that, certainly not a child."

Christian hears what his wife is saying, but he doesn't agree with her. He doesn't see how his need to beat brown haired women is any different than the headmaster's need to beat his daughter. His brooding is interrupted when his blackberry rings. Ana leaves go of his face so that he can answer. "Grey… I see…. Thank you Welch" He puts his blackberry back in his pocket and looks at his wife's quizzical expression.

"What?" she finally asks him.

"That was Welch. I asked him to look into Phoebe's school records, and find out all he can about Braxton"

"And?"

Christian hesitates. He starts to feel sick, he doesn't want to say it out loud, otherwise it will be true.

"Christian, what is it?" Ana asks, her tone a bit harsh.

Christian looks into his wife's eyes. "Braxton is married to Jasmine Sutter… one of the fifteen."