I wanted to thank nugget1 again for having the original story and for sending it to me. I envision Charlize Theron as Elena when I write the story but I know everyone has their own image of her.

Chapter 3

I'm sitting in the living room playing with my new train set. This is one of the only toys mommy has ever bought me so it is my favorite. I like to roll the train and watch it roll by itself. My mother comes out of the room and sees me playing with my train. A man follows her out and they are both wiping their noses. Mommy has a lot of friends who visit her. Whenever they come over mommy tells me to stay in the living room and not to bother her. Her friends don't stay long and they never seem to notice me. I continue to play with my train when there is loud banging on the front door. "Shit" my mother says. I see her run and grabs some white bags off the counter and she goes to her room. The bags are filled with something white and mommy told me to touch them. I see mommy open the door and I'm scared. He is mommy's best friend but he does not like me all. I try not to make him mad but he always is mad at me.

"Where is my money" he asks mommy.

"Here" I see her hand him some money.

I see him slap mommy. " where is the rest?"

Mommy is crying " that's all of it" "you are going to have to work a fuck of a lot harder than that bitch. Go make your pathetic ass useful and get me something to eat" Mommy runs to the kitchen and leaves me alone with him. I don't like to be left alone with him. He sits at the table and watches me. I don't like to look at him so turn away. I hear him laugh."what's wrong you don't like me?" I continue to play with my train set. " hey kid I'm talking to you." "Come here you little shit" he says but I don't want to go. "I SAID COME HERE" he yells at me. I walk over to him. "Are you going to answer me when I talk to you?" I stare at him and he slaps me. I'm scared so I shake my head yes. He slaps me again"use your words" "yes" I say as I start to cry. He slaps me again and I fall to the ground. "I didn't hear you what did you say?" "Yes" and I scream when he kicks me. I see mommy and I cry for her but she does not help me. She walks away leaving me. He takes off his belt and I scream.

I wake up covered in sweat. That was one of the most intense dreams I've had in a while. It feels so real and I can still feel him beating me. I try to shake it out of my head an think about something else but I can't stop thinking about it. I hear footsteps by my door and my heart beat quickens. "Christian" the voice whispers "Christian wake up". Shit I know that voice. I rush to the door and sure enough there stands Elliot in all of his blond god glory.

"what the fuck Elliot" how did he even get in here without waking any of us up?

"Do you want to see what college life is like for bit? Some of the guys wanted to play pool and we were thinking about going to Clayton's".

"Elliot its 2:30 the fucking morning".

"I know you need your sleep princess but how many chances do you get to sneak out and play pool at 2:30 in the morning with your cool older brother and some college kids?"

"Hopefully none".

"Come on Christian I drove all they way here to pick you up" I think about it for a moment and I know it's either go out with Elliot or sit here and continue to think about my nightmare.

"Give me a minute".

"alright buddy!" he says with a grin.

When I get to Elliot's jeep I see a group of his friends smushed into the backseat. I'm glad he left the front seat open for me because he knows I don't like crowds. " we'll if isn't baby Grey" one of the assholes in the back say.

Elliot turns and introduces me " Andrew,Jack,Raphel and Josh. My baby brother is going to school your asses at pool"

"want to put money on it Elliot?" Jack asks.

" 50 bucks and a round of beer for everyone else".

" Done" he says.

Elliot leans towards me and whispers " you better win I don't have 50 bucks with me" of course. Typical Elliot.

"Come on Christian. Kick his ass don't embarrass me" elliot tells me as I'm on my last colored ball.

"I think he's got it Elliot"

"Get ready Jack I could use another beer" Jack rolls his eyes and I aim ready to shoot. I hit it and manage to knock both the colored ball and the black one in.

"Yes" Elliot jumps up. He's on his third beer and he's already a little drunk. He flags down a waitress "Another round here for everyone. My lovely friend here is going to be picking up the tab for this one" Elliot says as he slips his arm around Jack's shoulder.

Grace POV

It has been nine years since Christian was brought into my life. I remember the very second I saw him. That is something I will never be able to forget no matter how hard I try. I was at the hospital-by fate as that was my last day there-when they brought him in. They explained to me how his mother committed suicide and that he had been left with her body for four days. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone.

How could a child stand that? Why did no one come for him? I peek over at him and see him sitting silently in a chair with his had in his hands. I slowly approach him not wanting to startle him. "Christian?" his head pops up and I am met with the most beautiful grey eyes I have ever seen. His eyes make him look older because they hide something dark beneath them. "I'm Dr. Grey, do you mind if I check you?" My only reply is "where's mommy?" My heart swells again and I feel as if I might collapse. How do I tell this poor child that his mother is gone? " Did she leave me again?" He asks. I kneel down and look at him. "No sweety. Your mommy is gone but she did not leave you. I need to check you now" I lead him to an examination room and I sit him down as I check for physical wounds. The first thing I notice is how malnourished he looks like he has not eaten in weeks, maybe even months. I then check his body. I stop at his arms when I notice some bruises. I pull up his sleeve and see more bruises so I decide to carefully take off his shirt. I am horrified by what I see. There are bruises, whelps and what appears to be cigarette burns on his chest. I am shocked. Who would do this to a child? I reach out to touch his burns but he immediately pulls back and runs to the corner." Christian it's ok I am not going to hurt you" I kneel beside him and I am lost in his beautiful eyes. That's when I knew. I knew that he would be mine and that I would take care of him and protect him from the dark world he knew. That's the day I met my son.

Those were the only two words my son spoke to me for four long years. I was only spoken to by nods and hand gestures. I was also not allowed to touch him because of his trauma. That was the hardest and most painful part. It is hard for a mother not to touch her own child especially because of pain they have experienced. This angered me and sometimes I found myself screaming at his birth mother for allowing all of his suffering. Then I remind myself it was not her fault, whatever situation she was in I cannot judge. I only feel sorry for her because she missed out on an amazing son. Christian was very self contained growing up and he did not make many friends. I do not want him to live like that. I don't want his previous pain to affect his life forever. It is not fair to him. He deserves happiness. Carrick and I do the best we can to help him let go of his past but he has never opened up to us. We have to rely on therapists who seemingly don't help my son.

I walk towards the kitchen and hear some music playing. As I follows the sound I see Christian at the piano deep in thought playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I smile he learned that piece when he was ten. He could not wait to play it and he practiced every single day until he learned it. This is Christian's element. It is the only time when they pain is gone from his face and he is at peace. I close my eyes and listen. It's perfect. It's amazing. He has improved so much. I feel tears in my eyes as I watch him play with so much skill. That's my son I think. I can't stop the tears from coming down my face. Christian stops and looks at me embarrassed. "Don't stop playing sweety" I beg. He turns back to the piano and continues to play and I move closer towards him smiling.

"Christian please help me" Mia whines following me up the stairs and into my room.

"Mia I have to leave in an hour"

"it will only take twenty minutes please"

I sigh and she jumps up and down and takes out her chello. I sit on my bed and wait for her to begin. She sits in a chair across from me and starts to play rather beautifully but all of a sudden I hear a squeak. I laugh. "Don't laugh it's not funny" she cries. "Ok I'm sorry. It's not funny" "I don't understand why my friends like you your such a meanie. I always mess up on that part I can never get it right"

"here let me see it" I show her how to properly play it and then give it back to her to play. She replays it and finally gets that part correct. She hugs me and I can't help but tense. "Thank you Christian!..I haven't been in your room in so long" she says as she begins snooping stops at my picture board and I know what's she's looking at but I hope she doesn't bring it up." You look so much like her"

" no I don't" I snap.

"Yes you do. She was very beautiful"

"It's time to go Mia" I push her out of my room ignoring her protests. I look at the picture and tear it from the board. I am nothing like this woman. I want to rip it to shreds but I find myself not able to do it so I place it back on the board. I sigh. The only exciting thing happening today is I get to see Elena again. My mind races with excitement as I think about her. What is she going to say to me? Is she going to ignore me or will she kiss me again?

Barbra once again greets me warmly at the door and leads me to the same study where I first met the Lincoln's. When I walk in I see Elena curled up on a chair deeply reading a magazine. Her blonde hair is pulled up from her face and she is wearing a tight dress with a jacket over. She looks up at me when I walk further into the room and smiles. My nerves pick up.

"Would you like me to start on the yard work now Mrs. Lincoln?"

"No that won't be necessary today, I would like us to chat. Please call me Elena" She gestures me to sit down.

"How was school today Christian"

"Fine"

"I don't believe that" she says and smiles. Her smile is so intriguing. I stare at her and its like she understands me. Its strange i've never felt so connected and calm with another person before.

"How was school really Christian?"

I contemplate only for a second and tell her "It was shitty like always"

"Why is that?" She seems so interested -in me. I don't think i've met someone who truly cares this much, most people ignore me and that's fine with me. With her it's different.

"Well I manage to piss off all of my teachers just by showing up"

she laughs. "Yes i've heard of your escapades Mr. Grey"

"Yeah i'm know to cause trouble"

"So am I" she smirks "Do you not like school?"

" I really don't see the point. I'm not passing anything and nothing I learn is really important."

"Well that simply won't do will it? School is very important for you Christian. You are a very bright young man. You can go very far if you put your mind to something. You have too many opportunities for you to fail out. I am not going to let that happen

I sit there and try to process her words. She won't let me?

"Come I want to show you something" She takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to a door. She reaches for a key in her jacket and slowly opens the door. She allows me to go in first and then follows me in. I glance around the room. All I see is a bed, a couple chests, a radio and another door. What the fuck is this? She turns on some music and I smile as I remember the music.

"Chopin cello Sonata?"

"You know it?"

"It's my favorite" she walks toward me and instantly I feel very nervous. She removes her blazer and I don't know what to do.

"Have you ever touched a woman before Christian?" I shake my head no. She takes my had and runs her finger from my arm to my fingertips sending chills down my spine. Then she places my hand at her neck and glides it down stopping at her breast. She moans as she presses my hand there and then moves my hand further down. I gasp. She smiles and lets my hand go. She reaches out to touch me and I step back. "I know, I won't touch you there" she says calmly. Her tone is peaceful and I trust her words. She traces the line of my jeans.

"You've never been touched before, have you Christian?"

"No" I whisper

I feel her hand trace my length and I can't help a moan that escapes my lips. She grabs my face and pulls my lips towards hers. She dominates my mouth again but this time I kiss her back. She wraps her fingers in my hair and her tongue slips into my mouth.

"Mrs. Lincoln?" Barbra knock on the door interrupting us.

Elena rolls her eyes "Yes Barbra"

"Mr. Lincoln is on the phone he said it was really important"

"I think it's time for you to go home today Christian" Elena tells me. She cups my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips and we both walk outside to see an embarrassed Barbra.

"I'll call someone to pick you up Christian" she says and hurries off.