They Greys house is better than I ever imagined. Its huge. They own this huge manor on the edge of Seattle, amongst the thick luscious greenery. It's something out of a fairy tale. A pressing hand on mg back, guiding me forwards, brings me back to reality.

"You coming princess." Jesus Christ, Christian you may as well fuck me here! My inner goddess is raging inside.

My shoes are killing me and I'm not even up the steps to the front door. The silver straps dig in, burning my flesh. I don't even bother to argue with Christian because I know I won't win. So I silently whine every no and then, whilst walking slowly so the shoes don't cut me further. Christian's hand on my back steadys me, ensuring that I won't fall over and embarrassing myself. He give me a small reassuring smile, encouraging me to look a little happier.

We enter the building, greeted by his parents and I'm not going to lie, I'm practically shitting myself. But I am soon pulled into the warm arms of Grace Grey. The smell of some expensive perfume fills my lungs, suffocating me along with the life crushing grasp she has on me.

She didn't look like Christian at all, which is odd. Nothing remotely is similar except the same hair colour. Grace is dressed so casual, which makes me feel overdressed. She wears a simple jumper and a matching skirt, which makes her look so elegant. Whilst Mr Grey wears a shirt and some black pants and remains in the background just observing the situation.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anastasia." She's so warm and welcome, nothing like initially expected.

I blush at her. "Thank you, Mrs Grey."

"Please call me Grace, and this is my husband."

"Nice to meet you too."

"The pleasure is all mine Anastasia."

Christian snakes his arms around me, pulling me into the drawing room. At first it shocks me completely. The walls are so beautiful, so tasteful and extravagant. They have silver patterns, some of which look European. It screams their wealth and position in society. But the decor accompanies it amazingly. The silver chairs fit perfectly with the grand black wooden table. I could just live here forever.

"Anna… Anna baby." Christian whispers in my ear, his lips brushing it slightly, bring back to my surroundings.

"yeah." it almost comes out as a moan.

"everyone's talking to you and you're just spaced out." he chuckles.

"No… no.. I was just thinking .. sorry…" my attention turns to Grace, "you're house is so beautiful, I was just admiring it."

"Oh honey, you're always welcome here. Maybe i could show you the rest of the grounds whilst Christian takes a few business calls. He always seems to be busy with those things."

"That would be wonderful." I smile.

Grace whisks me off to the show me the rest of the manor like house. I feel like a tourist, like this is one of the seven wonders of the world. Elena's house was really beautiful, but this has to top it, like really tops it. We find ourselves up stairs in this clinical like office. She quickly shuts the door behind us, standing closely to it.

"This is my office, for emergencies."

What?

"Oh, yeah." I try to sound like I understand this completely foreign situation.

"I am a doctor. I used to be a surgeon, but I work in the emergency department now." oh I understand this now.

"It must be a thrilling job."

"Yes, I really connected with the people that come through the hospital doors. Lots of faces and lots of stories."

I just nod.

"I found Christian in the hospital when I was working one night. The poor boy was malnourished and wouldn't speak to anyone. I couldn't just leave him there, from the minute I looked into those big grey eyes I knew I had to take him home."

I can picture a scared little boy, just stood in the mist of the busy hospital and Grace being his hero, taking him home. Oh Christian.

"He's adopted? He never mentioned it." I murmur, toying with the material of my dress, not really knowing how to respond to a revelation like this.

"Yes, sometimes it's hard to tell about the past it causes a lot of pain, they're emotional scars I suppose."

The word "scars" makes me quiver. My eyes dart around the room, flitting from one object to another and my I begin to breath heavier.

She knows.

Grace steps forward taking my hand in hers.

"Christian told me about the scars on your back. We both assume they're not from that incident at Elena's house. You were barely even touched by those flames." her voice is calm, very professional, so this is Dr Grace Grey.

"Please.." my voice breaks a little.

"I know it's something you don't want to talk about Anna… but you can trust me. We don't have to tell Christian. I would not betray you like this."

"uh..m-my mother.. did t-this." I whisper.

She nods, "Christian told me, also Elena did mention you were in foster homes a lot when you were younger."

"All my childhood."

"show me." She presses.

I back up, tripling over my own feet and the tears begin to flow freely. I hold my hands in front of me. "No.. Please."

"Please Anna."

I hold my breath and look away.

"Anna.."

One… two.. three…

" okay.."

My hands glide to my shoulder, pushing the straps of the dress downwards. It's tight so I try and shimmy myself out of it. My eyes never look away from the floor. I can't look Grace in the eye. The dress falls silently to the floor. It's a painful silence, the tension could be cut with a knife. I turn to show her, giving her a three-sixty view, like I'm some kind of show piece.

And silence.

"Oh my god, Anna. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.." I mutter.

"Who is your mother Anna?" I look to the floor again.

" She will never go near you again. I'll make sure of it."

Of course she will, she's your best friend you stupid… "NO!" I shout.

"it's okay, sweetheart. I'm going to go get Christian." She goes towards the door.

That's when I leap.

"NO!" I shout again.

"You can trust me." Grace claps my hands again sitting me down on her clinical bed. The coolness of the plastic makes me shiver.

Her it goes…

Three… two… one.

"It-it's someone… someone you k-k-know." My words are barely audible, as sobs wreck through my body. Grace wraps her arms around me, comforting me.

"I'm so sorry."

"s-she used.. used to hit me and uh.. erm.. p-pour .. pour w..wax on me." I cry.

Grace's face drops. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I pull my dress up and make a quick exit towards the door.

"Anna I'm not going to force you to stay, but please talk to me." I can hear the urgency in her voice, it breaks me.

"No..You don't know anything." I snap.

" I know, but please. Who do I know?"

" fucking Elena." I shout, my makeup is now down my face and I'm running down the stairs.

I knew it would be like this.

I pass Christian and I hear him calling for me.

I drag my heels off laughing the across the lawn. My body hurls forward as I fall over onto the grass. He soon reaches me and slip the my matted hair from my face.

"it's okay baby. It's gonna be okay." sobs just continue to escape my mouth into the abyss of the open grounds of the Grey's manor.