Disclaimer: I don't own Fifty Shades of Grey or Georgia Rule. All credits to E.L. James and Mark Andrus

Okay so I'm going to try this and see how it works. One of my favorite movies is Georgia Rule so I'm using the plot and throwing in the Fifty Shades characters. Here we go. You don't have to watch the movie, but it's a favorite of mine. There are quite a few triggers along the way.

Chapter 1

Carla drove her expensive Mercedes Benz slowly down the country road of Bellevue headed to Hunts Point. It had expensive homes on the water just outside of Seattle. She grew up in a less expensive home in Bellevue with her mother and father. It wasn't huge, but it was nice. She loved her family and thought everything was perfect.

When she was 10 her parents began to argue a lot. Carla was a daddy's girl and being young she didn't really see everything quite the way it was happening. What she did see was her mother being with another man, Eric Lincoln. She saw it because her father often left her and her mother alone. When she did see him, he showered her with gifts, but not really love.

Carla's father was killed in an automobile accident, but her mother sheltered her then too. She didn't tell her that he was high and drunk and in the car with three women all under the age of 18. Carla left home long ago, not wanting to conform to her parents' rules. Well her mother and stepfather. She thought about her father who died years ago. She remembered seeing him in the coffin and her mother crying, but she didn't know why.

Her mother remarried Eric Lincoln. He was a billionaire who owned a lumber company. It wasn't surprising because her mother cheated on her father with him for years. When he died, she didn't need permission to be with him in public.

She looked at her reason for driving so slowly on the empty road. "Anastasia Rose Lambert, get your ass in this car now!" Carla didn't want to admit it, but she was just like her. She shook her head thinking Ana was her payback. "You don't know where you are or where you're going. Get in now!" Ana had jumped out of the moving car causing Carla to slam on brakes.

Ana was stubborn and reckless. Her behavior over the last few years landed her here. Ana hated her name, only her mother called her Anastasia. "Oh, I know exactly where I am. I'm in fucking hell! Way to be a parent mom. You think sending me to live with an old bitch, which you don't love and I don't even know is the answer." Ana continued to walk, refusing to listen, "Yeah, I don't even know my own fucking grandmother and why is that?"

Carla stopped the car and got out to pull Ana in the car. Ana had a huge cut on her leg and was bleeding. "Don't fucking touch me! You won mom! I'm out of your fucking life! Now get the fuck…" Ana stopped to kick the car door still screaming, "Out of mine!"

Carla, who was completely frustrated, yelled at her, and jumped back in, "Fine Anastasia! Do it your way. I'll be at the house." Then she pulled off. Ana screamed as she drove away and threw her purse watching it hit the back window. She was breathing so heavy as she saw her items fall all over the road.

She walked and picked up everything. She had a wallet but no driver's permit. She lost it in court after stealing vodka from her mom and step father's home bar and then driving drunk crashing her red Mustang that her step father gave to her into a road sign. Carla questioned the car since she wasn't even 16. Stephen gave the excuse she needed to learn to drive on the car she would actually drive. Her step father, Stephen Morton was rich. They lived in LA, but he had vacation homes all over the United States. Ana had been to all of them.

She threw her wallet into her bag and ran her hands through her brown bangs that covered her forehead. She felt the edge of the nasty scar from the car accident that her long brown hair covered perfectly. She picked up her birth control that her mother forced her on. She needed that, being pregnant was not something she was interested in, especially with his baby. She was still a virgin, but she had to be ready. If only her mother knew the truth about why she really needed it.

She looked at her leg. The cut looked deep. "Maybe jumping out of the car was a dumb move." She looked in her purse and found a Kleenex. She wiped the blood and it wasn't that bad. She pressed on it so the bleeding would stop.

She smiled seeing the small amount of weed in the ziploc bag that her best friend Kate gave her before she left. She missed Kate a lot. Without her she didn't have anyone else. She looked at her phone to call her best friend, but threw it in anger and watched it break. It flashed a no service sign, her mom must have turned it off before they left Los Angeles.

She walked a bit, finally seeing a sign for Hunts Point. The area was secluded, so she sat under the sign and smoked the weed. She didn't have one care thinking about her mother pulling up to her own mother's home that she couldn't stand. She began talking to herself. "Why did she even have me? Dad, I wish you were still here." Her father was Frank Lambert. He was in the military and died before Ana was born during combat training. Ana didn't know him, but felt her life would be so much better with him.

Carla told her the story before, she left pregnant at 16 without telling her mother the truth. Carla didn't even tell her mother she had Ana until she was married to Stephen and Ana was four. She never even met her. Ana fell back, she refused to cry, "Fuck my life."

Carla pulled up to the mansion. She thought Eric Lincoln was even richer than when she left. She tried to tell herself that money didn't matter, but it did. That's why she was with Stephen, it wasn't love. She saw two kids run to the open front door, a boy and a girl. "Elena, who's that?"

Carla saw her mother walk outside. She hadn't seen her in over 15 years and somehow she looked better, not older. She looked so young. She was thin with blonde hair. She wore makeup but didn't really need it. "That's my daughter, Carla. Come on and meet her." She picked up the little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes while the older girl walked down by herself. "Where's Ana?"

Carla shrugged, "Walking, doing her own thing. It's what she likes best." Carla explained her daughter's temper tantrum. Elena was in disbelief but didn't say anything. "Who are these two? Do you have another child I don't know about? They look like you." Carla was almost jealous. She didn't look anything like her mother. She didn't have her perfect blonde hair or blue eyes. Even Ana had blue eyes, a gift from her father.

Elena rubbed the girl's hair, "This is Ava Grace and this little guy is Elliot Jr, but we call him EJ. They're my godson's children." Elena explained that she and Eric's best friends lived next door. Elena pointed to the massive beautiful home. "Carrick and Grace Grey. They moved here from Detroit shortly after you left. They have three children. These two belong to Elliot. They have a daughter Mia who is a popular chef in Seattle. Then they have Christian, but he's only 16."

EJ perked up yelling "Uncle Christian!" Elena put him down and he ran to look. "He's not here yet buddy, but soon okay." Carla watched him pout before Ava played with him to cheer him up. Elena explained she picked them up from summer camp, when their parents worked late.

Carla sighed, "Oh great! You didn't tell me a teenage boy was right next door. I better make sure she has her birth control." Elena was shocked and did the math. She questioned birth control since Ana wouldn't turn 16 until September. Carla laughed thinking that wouldn't stop anything. She insulted herself before her mother could, "Well like mother, like daughter."

Elena knew this wouldn't go well, but she was hoping. "Well, Christian is a nice boy. The entire family is. Carrick is a lawyer and Grace is a pediatrician. Their oldest Elliot is 25 and an architect. He builds newer model homes and his wife Gia, sells them for their company. They partner with Eric. They built this entire community. Mia is right behind him and is 23."

Carla looked around and wondered how much trouble Ana would find here. "What are they doing with a 16 year old, they were home free."

Elena looked at her daughter. She thought she was tired and worn out. She wondered what condition Ana was in. "Well, he's adopted. He needed a family and they wanted to love another child. They have had him since he was four."

Carla sat down shaking her head. She couldn't handle the one she had much less another one. "Carla, should I go look for Ana? I'm a little worried. How will she know the way?"

She looked at her mother wondering why she cared, since she never had so much concern for her. She stood up and walked away, "Anastasia is very resourceful."