Saved By You

Chapter 25 – Panic

Phoebe Grey

When the clock hand stroked upon five o'clock I instantly became relieved and hurried my papers into my bag and log off the computer. I grab my coffee that one of the guys got me and head for the elevator. As I walk pass a few people I say the usual, 'bye' and 'see you in the morning' which has become routine since I started here.

The mad rush was on and I got pushed right to the back of the cart, squashed into a corner. The atmosphere is horrible; it's hot, mugging and frustrating. I hate being cramped into small spaces too. Really, for my health, I should have taken the stairs. It'd keep me fit and trim I guess. I roll my eyes at myself, just as more people cram into the cart.

Luckily, we didn't take any more stops and we were out soon on the ground level. Everyone got out of the elevator what seems like snail's pace. By the time I got out I was begging for the fresh air.

On my way to the revolving door my friend Ashley put up her hand and waved, I returned the gesture and walked out of the man building.

Shock hit me first then anger followed. I shook my head as I stomp down the stairs in these massive heels towards Tyrone who had a grin smothered over his cheeky good looks.

"What?" He exclaimed as I hit his shoulder back.

Why the fuck did he have to show up at my bloody work for? If Ashley sees him she's going to think I'm in a relationship or something with him. If I tell her that there is nothing going on she will start speculating more and the pile of questions will be taller than me.

"What?" he repeats in the same high pitch tone, "You told me to stop by so I did. Better here than at your house, right?"

He had a point. If Lydia is home from her appointment then she'll probably be in a right mess and with the both of us there I'm sure she won't take it very lightly if she does snub it off. "How did she take it?" I asked whilst twirling my rings around my finger as I walk toward his parked car. He can at least take me home.

"At first stunned," Tyrone answered, opening the passenger side door for me. I slipped inside and he shut my door. He ran around the car, got in and finished off, "Then she went all strange."

"How? What did she say?"

"Well I suspected her to get up from her seat and slap me… And I was hoping you could have rubbed it better for me…"He winked over at me for that big cheesy grin plastered his features.

I shook my head again and looked out of the window as we were going down a highway. "My Sister couldn't hurt a fly…"

"I know because she just said, 'let's remain friends' and then she just left. Though, prior to that I should mention that she told me she likes another guy."

Lydia has more guts than me. I'm pathetic! But Lydia likes another guy? What? Who? When? Why didn't she tell me? "What other guy?" I urged hoping he's got all the dirty details for me.

He took a left and I knew we weren't heading back to mine. I rolled my eyes. "How am I supposed to know?"

"By asking her, you dipshit."

"You're so mean to me," Tyrone pulled a sad face that made me laugh. He snapped out of the acted quickly before saying, "I had more important things to tell her like us."

"There isn't an 'us'…" I reminded him. Again.

"Oh yeah? So why did I tell Lyds what we done when she isn't going to find out?

"It was the right thing to do…" She deserves to know.

"Why didn't u tell her?" He had to ask that, didn't he?

Truthfully I tell him, "I'm a coward and don't deserve anything but a bitch slap from her either."

Tyrone leaned his hand over and touched my knee as he drove. "You Phoebe Grey can never be a coward. You are the strongest, powerful, beautiful young lady I've ever met yet."

I rolled my eyes. He's just saying that to get into my panties. "Ugh," I groaned out. "Dad is gonna fins out and kill me!"

"Let him… ashamed of me?"

"Yes." I hastily change my mind, "No." Why did I say that for? "Ashamed of what we've done…"

"Well I'm not." That goofy grin comes out of display again as he says, "I enjoyed it."

Jace Grey

I raced home with good idea's rushing through my head. I'm going to cook Lydia a lovely meal and some cakes. She likes cakes. Oh and ice cream. I wonder if we got any in. If not I'll have to pop to the shop. I park the car on the drive with the rest of them and let myself into my Uncle and Aunts home. "MRS T!" I shout out, wanting to find her as soon as possible. I duck my head through the living room but she wasn't in there. "MRS T!" I call out in the hallway before looking in the kitchen . "MRS T, I need you help!"

"What's this racket about?" Mum's voice caught my ear.

I spun around to see her leaning against the side of the opening with her arms folded across her chest. Today she's wearing denium shorts, white top that is tucked in and a gold cardi over the top.

"Hey Mum," I did a little silly wave before passing her by. "Didn't see you there." I ran back into the living room to look out the window to see if Mrs Taylor was outside instead. "MRS T," I shout through the open doors. But no she wasn't there either.

"Yes Jace?" Mrs Taylor said behind me.

"Oh, there you are I need your help in the kitchen." In a hurry, I cross the space and grab her hand, pulling her to the kitchen with me, explainging the cupcake idea I had.

Sarcastically, Mum started having a conversation with herself as she followed behind us. "Hi Mum nice for you to drop by it is lovely to see you again. How are you? Great, you Son? Busy so can you go away that would be great thanks. Bye."

Looking over my shoulder, I see her return to her previous statue against the parting. I flash her the cutest look she couldn't resist and apologise. "Sorry Mum this is just really important."

"More important than your Mother?" Mum asks, walking over to the breakfast bar and taking a seat.

"Today… Yes. Lydia is having her first session and I want to surprise her with a meal."

She shot out, "You don't cook…"

"Have a little faith Mother." I grab a bottle of wine and slide it across to her. "Have a glass of Christian wine. Mrs T and I are on a mission. Talk and cook good for you?"

"I guess so," She grumbles whilst Mrs Taylor pours the wine into a glass for her. "Thank you," She says before taking one massive gulp. "So how's school?"

I flick through the cook book trying to find a recipe to make a lasagne, one of Lydia's favourites dishes. "Same as usual. It sucks." Well not with Lydia there it doesn't.

I tell Mrs T what I want to cook and she tells me to put the book away and she'll help me step by step.

"Any girls on the scene?" My Mum asks. "I'd love you to bring a girlfriend back to ours y'know." Stop hinting Mother.

"Yeah there is a girl," I answer truthfully, thinking about my Lydia.

"Bloody hell Jace don't give me too much information I'm going to have a headache."

I laugh at her being sarcastic and so dramtic as always. I bet she gets it from Auntie Mia. She's worse apparently.

"What's this?" Auntie Ana asks, walking in on our conversation that she's missed.

"My Son is about to tell us what he's girlfriend is like?"
"You have a girlfriend? Awe congratulation Jace! What she like then?"

I shake my head at the nosey parkers as I prepare the veggies for the lasagne. "Okay. She is absolutely stunning, funny, a little shy. She's just perfect. You'll like her."

"When will we get to meet this lovely with no name?" Mum wondered. "Is it that girl you went out with on your date?"

"Hell NO!"

Ana pours herself a glass of wine as she asks, "Has Lydia met her?"
I turn away and smirk to myself. "Yeah she has."

Ana bumps her elebow into Mums. "We can get the goss from our little treasure then."

"Good plan… Lydia will tell us everything."

Good luck with that one ladies.

Christian Grey

Lydia is frozen to the spot as she sat with her eyes closed. Her fingers strangled around the glass of water, clenching tighter and tighter. My poor Lydia it's haunting her to death. I flick my eyes onto John who is studying my Daughter as he taps the side of the pen to his lips.

All of a sudden, Lydia reacts to her thoughts and slams her hands over her ear as if she doesn't want to hear something. Water spills everywhere as her glass falls onto her lap before toppling over and hitting the floor, shattering the crystal.

I shot up from my relaxed position and placed my hand on her shoulder. With a gentle tone I say, "It's alright Lydia. It's all over now." I wished I could reassure her more but I can't. I don't know what she's thinking and it kills me to see her act in so much pain.

"Lydia," John tries to get her attention but she still got her head hung down, eyes closed and ears covered. "What can you hear?" John asks anyway.

Opening her eyes, she then blinks a few times before looking up at John. Her hands fall from her ears and she grips onto the sofa. "The sound – I don't like it – I hate guns."

"Did you just hear the gun, in your thoughts?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'm sorry about the glass, let me clean it up for-"

"That's quite alright…"John said leaning over, placing a hand on Lydia's. "Do you wish to continue?"

I can't believe he thinks it's a good idea to carry on. For fuck sake John. "I don't think that's a good idea, do you?"

Lydia Grey

Right now I am a bit bewildered, mystified and stumped. My head is spinning like the last few however minutes have become some sort of blur. I'm not too certain what just transpired. Whatever occurred looks very dodgy from this angle. My lap is all damp like I've just had an accident in my panties. Luckily, I haven't had an accident with my bladder but with the glass that no longer remains in my hands. Everything has happened so quickly. One minute I was fine and talking to John. Next the loud noise sounds burst through my head, like I was there experience it all over again. Awakening from the fuzziness, I see Pops with alarm attached to his gray eyes with an anxious position as he sits at the edge of the sofa. John studys my reactions carefully. Jotting stuff down as I take everything in. Then I focus on the glass and need to clean it up. .

A headache is soon approaches and I guess it's from the loud sounds. I need to go for a lie down with my Jace beside me. I agree with Pops that I shouldn't continue any further today. Once I said thank you, sorry and bye to John I went alone back into the reception area. Pops wanted to speak to John alone so he remained in the private room for a chat as I wait watching the colourful fish swim around in their tank. The receptionist, Marcella came over to check on me and to ask whether or not I wanted another drink. I said no after what happened before. When Pops comes confidently striding along the corridor he said a brief goodbye to Marcella before tugging on my arm to follow him to the car.

We remain un-talkative all the way down to the Audi. Pops kindly opens and closes the door after me and I tow my belt around my body clicking it into its secure place. Pops does the same, selects some charming melody to fill out the quite atmosphere between us and raises the roof of the car down.

Wet clothes and shaggy hair, is the look I was going for today. By my feet, I reach for my small pouch and reach for the only hair bobble I own. I scoop all my hair up and tangle the band around the large sum into a thick ponytail whilst Pops exits the roaring vehicle from the car park.

I got my phone and texted Jace. It reads:

Hey J, leaving now. Pops is starring as Mr Grumpy. ;D See you soon. Xxx

"Pops don't be mad with Flynn," I finally say, shoving my phone into my jeans pocket. "He didn't push me too far. Promise."

Pops gritted his teeth tightly together and reached over to the glove department and grabbed his RayBans, covering his eyes before handing me a pair. If he's trying to ignore me then it's not going to work. He reaches into the compartment and grabs a couple of baseball caps. I put it on my head and slipped my ponytail through the gap at the back as he simply placed his on his head. "He shouldn't have taken you too far on your first session," Pops mumbles. "You are so young and with memories like that can mess with your head. I know I've been there. You need to be able to channel them, like I did but we will discuss that next time."

My face brightens up instantly. "We can go again? When?" I never had through that I would want to go again but the fact is true. I do. It really does feel like a weight has been lifted.

"Friday," He tells me, flicking his eyes over his glasses to the rearview mirror watching the cars behind us. "If you haven't got anything planned with your friends because of start of spring break?" His gaze flashed back in front before he checked his side mirror again.

"I'll have to check my schedual and get back to you on that one," I teased, looking at the mirror to see a red car behind us that looks all normal. I think he's fretting over something like he always does.

He knew I was teasing him so unexpectedly he decided to knock my hat off letting the loose piece of my hair flap around my face.

Wanting to know a bit more about my Pops' past and to take his mind away from the driver behind I ask,"How did you channel your problems, was that just with the fighting?"

"Yes, part of it."

I narrow my eye onto Pops."Part of it?"

"Yes Lydia." He remains his eyes on the road, keeping focused as he goes for a swift overtake and trying his best not to answer my query.

I continued to pester, "So what else helped?"

"Sex Lydia," He bluted out uncomfortably which made him instantly frown to himself. "But that does not mean, because I did it that you-"

He got intruppted by my singing, "La La La- No Pops no – La La La." Like always when he mentions sex, I cover my ear and sing as loud as I can. But in my mind I had Tyrone and my Sister doing it. I wanted to scream at them to get the vision out of my head. "La La La."

When I glanced at the road up ahead , I almost felt sick. We were going so fast, it took me back a little. But then I realised Pops wants to get away from the car behind us.

Pops chuckled before letting out a little smirk. "Good because if you do-"

"In your old age I think your forgetting that I turned sixteen, legally able to, um, well you know, do it." La. La. La. Go away.

"As my Daughter Lydia, you have to be married before you do so and be at least thirtyfive."

"That's fine by-"

At that moment everything changed.

A loud awful sharp screech drums down my ears, blending with my own terrified screams. A red car emerged from out of nowhere, colliding against Pops' side no matter how rapidly he tried to jerk the our car away. Hitting the vehicle at top speeds, our car flips, smashing to the floor before tumbling a couple more times.

Inside the car, everything muted and the world seemed to slow down. My sunglasses slipped down off my nose, falling completely off letting the wind take them away. The windscreen chips, glass shards fly towards me hitting my face and body. In my seat, the seat belt jerks against me, digging in. It almost feels like a whip thrashing across my figure. The power pressed together makes the safety net retire away from me. Immediately, I bucked from my seat before sliding against the hard concrete floor until I come to a dead stop.

Opening my eyes, everything hit me like a big brick. Smells of burning, pains and aches all over, sounds of people crying out and shouting for help. A young woman with blonde thin hair, blue eyes that are framed by glasses looks scared as she begins to kneel down besides me. I shuffle and clench my teeth through the pain as I sit up. Hands go to my back immidatley as they support me up. I rub my head and specks of blood drip onto my hands. Returning my glance onto the lady , I see she's saying something but with a quite voice I can't quite capture what she's saying. A thin screech bellows down my ear blocking people's voices around me.

From the reflection of the ladies glasses, I see flames echoing brightly behind me. I twist my form, making a stabbing pain in my stomach before gasping with horror. Witnessing big hot red flames surrounding the upside down car I was in moments ago. My thoughts suddenly dawned on the fact my Pops might be trapped inside. Without any hesitation I stand up. Pressing both feet down to the ground I realise I'm not stable to run properly yet. My leg is throbbing with blood, my jeans are already ruined.

A man gets in my face, stopping me from going anywhere as he grabs my arms. The mad starts shouting at me, demanding to stay where I am as it's not safe and I could injure myself. I don't listen to him of course. My Father is in that car. I can't let him die! No way! I shove pass the man and hobble my way forward towards the wreckage. From where people are standing they are running over to stop me. Like the incredible hulk, I bash my way through everyone who is trying to stop me, uncared about my pains but focused on someone else's.

Through the flames I saw nothing. The upside down car was full of flames, burning the interior and my school bag and dance bag. Pops isn't there. I glanced around. People beckoned me back. Where is Pops? I limped around the car and that's when I saw Pops lying on the floor.

I was a little relived to see him not mangled up in the car, burning to death. Instead he lay on the floor with his face down. His shirt had been torn and blood splattered all over it. Where his hands lay next to him, I see the small cuts in his skin. I stepped nearer and knelt down beside him. "Pops," I said placing my also cut up hands on his shoulders, shaking him to make him wake up. The sound of my own voice sounded strange as it echoed in my ear over and over again. I think my ear needs to pop, never mind. Pops wouldn't open his eyes as I shook him gently,so I turn him over onto his back. My breath caught suddenly. I didn't need to check his pulse because I could see that he isn't breathing.

Jace Grey

Lydia is going to love this surprise and she thought I was kidding when I said I was going to take up cooking. Of course Mrs Taylor helped me cook this meal for my princess but every little help helps right? I collected some cutlery from the kitchen draws as the small television screen presented the news. Red flashed crossed the screen capturing my attention. In bold capital letters the words, 'BREAKING NEWS' screamed in my face. In the background phones started blaring as I tried to listen to the woman. "Just moments ago, this footage was caught by Stella Akins." All of a sudden I heard Ana scream before Zak, Mum and Mrs Taylor fled to her, where ever she was. For some reason I stayed rooted to the floor and continued to watch the television. "An unknown car swerves out on purpose, hitting a black Audi R8 Spyder. It hasn't been directly confirmed yet but among the speculation there has been aroused that it may be CEO Christian Grey and his Adopted Daughter Lydia Grey." I blink a couple of times, hoping I didn't hear that correctly. When a picture of them, capture from the other night at Lydia's birthday shows upon the screen, I drop the knives and forks in my hand. They crash to the floor hitting my feet. "We will keep you updated with live footage in a short while and keep you informed about the transport news throughout the evening."

My whole body starts to tremble with fear, shaking my head side to side and backing away from the television screen. "No. Not my Lydia. No." It was only an hour and half since I said goodbye at the car park. There is no way. That cannot be our last goodbye. I grab my phone from the counter from where I left it after texting her back. I had no reply back so I gave her number a ring.

'This is Lydia's phone,' her cheery sweet voice melted down my ear as it went straight to voicemail. 'Sorry I can't speak to you right now. Leave a name if I don't know you and a number and I'll get straight back to you. Bye bye.'

"Love you…" Is all I left her.

Footsteps caught my attention and I pressed the end and glanced up to see my Mother. She wearing a sad expression as she enters with her arms wide for me to enter in. I let her hug me. Usually I hate my Mum for hugging me like this but right now I need it. She presses my head against her and runs her fingers through my hair. "She will be okay," She whispers gently to me. "She's a strong girl our Lydia is."
"How do you know that? She could be in that car burning right this second to death," I irrtatedly raised my voice, pushing away from her.

Mum reaches out for me and places her hands on either side of my shoulders, holding me in place. "Come on now Jace don't be silly. She might come out of it without a scratch."

From that footage they showed on the news there is no way she hasn't come out of it with a scatch. With tearful eyes glooming I say miserably, "I can't loose her Mum. I've only just got her." I haven't even told her yet how much I love her.

Mum lifted her brow eye in the sky at that. Oh bollocks!

Phoebe Grey

"Mum!" I yelled down the phone. She is not making any sense at all. She is a blubbering mess and I don't know what for. Is she upset because I didn't go straight home from work for Dinner? I had things to sort out with Tyrone which accidently made me end up in his bed. Again. I can't believe how stupid I've been. I'm such a cow, especially to my Sister. Apparently she took it well according to Ty, though really I should have been the one to tell her. I slap my forehead to my palm. It's going to be awkward around her. She hates awkward moments as it is. Gosh. If I didn't have to kiss Tyrone on that truth or dare I would have never have took him away from her. Then, Ty said she had someone else. So it doesn't sound too bad, does it? She'll still be mad at me. I'll have to take her shopping or something and make it up to her. "Will you be sane for once and slowly tell me again? I can't hear you." Naked, I sit on the edge of Tyrone's bed, wrapped in the covers as Ty, himself fixing his shirt and buttoning all the way, leaving the last two undone. Gosh, he looks so hot in that shirt. I just want to rip it off his body again.

"Oh Phoebe…" Mum suddenly cry's loudly, forcing me to concentrate.

"Mum, it's okay, calm down," I hear my little Brother in the background. "Let me talk to her." There is some ruffling and exchanging of the phone before I hear Zak's voice fully. "Sis. Have you seen the news?"

"No. Zak, what is Mum on about?"

"There has been an accident."
I repeat, "Accident?"

Tyrone whips his head around quickly to look at me with curious dark eyes.

"We're all meeting up at the hospital," Zak tells me. "That's where they will be heading."

"Zak for fuck sake. Stop cutting things short. Who and what the fuck has happened?" I shouted angrily at him. I lean over to the foot of the bed and grab my work clothes.

"Car accident," Zak said in simple forms, not rising to my inflating mood. "Dad and Lydia."

Guilt hits me at the mentioning of my little Sisters name. Then realisation that both of them have been hurt I gasp and yell, "Oh Jesus, fuck!"

"Some douchebag drove into them," Zak explains. "We don't know how they are, so don't worry yet. Just get to the hospital as fast as you can Phoebe. Oh and don't look at the news. You don't want to see the pictures, okay?"

"Okay," I find myself agreeing with a sad tone.

The call ended.

I loosened the phone from my ear, letting it slip so I stare down at it. I click a button and lock the phone and the screen goes dark. I stare back at myself through the reflection and see the girl staring back, crumbling to pieces with tears sweeping out.

"Phoebe, hey," Tyrone says desperately to get my attention. His big hands wrap around mine and cover the phone. Leaning in, he wraps his palm around the back of my neck, drawing me closer towards him. "What about an accident?"

The tears bled into his shirt as I choke out, "They've been in an accident."

He questions softly against my ear, "Who has?"

"My Dad and… And… Lydia."
Faintly, he gasps in shock himself.

" Oh. My. Gosh, if she's hurt I'm never gonna be able to… Oh fuck what have I done!"

A/N - Thanks for your reviews guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter too. Lot more action to follow in the next few chapter! Sorry if I'm writing small chapters at the moment, I'm getting more shifts at work but I'll soon be back onto longer chapters once my shifts get back to normal.