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Chapter 10: The Second Week

The room was cold. The weather had gotten worse in the last week or so and Jack and Owen refused to put the heating on, so Phoebe was only in her pink dress and light cardigan for warmth. She couldn't get warm, however, and she was too exhausted to even try. Owens beatings were really starting to have an effect on her and just dealing with the pain had become tiring since she went missing. She couldn't believe it had been only about a week since they took her. More burns stained her soft skin and she soon realised that this man must have been the one to scar her father. How else would he be able to put the cigarettes in the exact same spots as on her father's chest and back? She was so tired again. After barely opening her eyes, she closed them again and let the sleep consume her. It was so peaceful. Daddy, please find me.

... ... ...

"Anything?" Christian snapped Monday evening. It had been exactly one week since his Cupcake disappeared and he refused to give up. Taylor interrogated Robert but the man either knew nothing was so strong he didn't respond to Taylor's threats. Carly also got asked questions but with the threat of Robert calling the police, Taylor reluctantly left them, but had someone follow them around anyway. Until they had something to go by, Taylor had been doing walks around the school perimeter to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

Ana was still struggling to deal with the events and Teddy was trying to be strong for everyone by helping out around the house. Ashley would often be found sitting alone in the music room staring at the piano that his sister had played at so often. There wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be. Nick and James would try to act like everything's normal but even they were struggling to cope, being heard crying almost every night in bed.

"We didn't find a lot sir. But we did find out there were a couple of students heading in the same direction as Phoebe when she went missing. Sawyer's just organizing with the school and the police to see if they saw anything. Carly will especially be asked questions considering her father is now under suspicion." Taylor replied. Christian let out a sigh, with slight relief. "Sir, it may not be much but it's the only thing we've got. However, this trail could still come out cold and we will have come to a dead end again."

"I know this Taylor. But if there's any hope these students know anything I want to take that chance. I just need my daughter back. My family is falling apart and I don't know how to support them."

"I know, sir. Go upstairs and comfort Ana. I'll sort everything else out. You need a break." Taylor said kindly. He had become more of a friend to Christian and Ana instead of just the most trusted and head of the security. After a couple of minutes, Christian stood and went to find Ana. She was curled up on the bed hugging Ashley tightly. They had been doing that a lot lately. They were both asleep although there were no tear stains on the cheek this time. Moving over to his side of the bed, Christian wrapped Ana in his arms, pulling her and their son close, and inhaled her heavenly scent. Ana woke up and turned slightly to look at him.

"What's the matter Christian?" she asked. He sighed and thought he should tell her what Taylor found.

"Taylor's discovered there maybe a couple of students who know something about Phoebe disappearing." He said, before he was distracted by Sawyer, who knocked gently on the door. "Sawyer? What is it?" he asked.

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but Taylor's busy. There's a teenage boy at the front gates, claiming to be a friend of Phoebe." He said.

"Teenage boy? Must be Nicky," Ana said. Getting up slightly, so not to disturb Ashley.

"Actually, ma'am, the boy says his name is Kenny." Sawyer said. Ana looked at Christian and saw that he knew who Kenny was. Looking back to Sawyer, she spoke again. "Did he say what he wanted?"

"He said he wanted to see if Phoebe was ok." Ana looked at Christian again.

"Have you not told the school what's happened?" she snapped.

"I told the school, but gave them orders not to say where Phoebe was. So obviously the boy doesn't know. Sawyer, send him away," Christian ordered.

"Sawyer, let him in," Ana said before looking back to her husband. "I want to talk to him." She said getting out of bed, leaving Ashley curled up on her side. Christian followed her as she left the room. Sawyer, moved out of the doorway to open the gates for Kenny.

"Ana, I don't want this to be spread around the fucking school!" Christian snapped.

"Christian, he's Phoebe's friend. I think, since she hasn't got many, those she does have should at least know she's missing." Ana snapped back. Looking at Sawyer again she told him to let Kenny in. Sawyer just quickly hurried away.

"Why must you defy me Ana?" Christian asked.

"Christian, I have been stuck in this house for over a week with the boys, security and Gail. I want to talk to someone else and I think that her friends should, at least know she's not around for a while." She explained. Honestly, she felt like a prisoner in her own home and having any outsider would have been satisfactory to talk to. "I won't tell him any details. I just need to tell someone," reluctantly, Christian nodded and led her downstairs where the seventeen year old boy was standing, looking rather intimidated. He had never been in a building so big. Smiling Ana walked over to him and held out her hand, introducing herself and Christian.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs Grey." He said politely.

"Call me Ana, please. And don't worry about what he," she nodded over to Christian, "says, call him Christian. Not Mr Grey. We don't do formal with our kids friends." Kenny nodded.

"It's a very nice house you have here," he said. "Is Phoebe around?" Ana sighed gently and asked him to follow her to the living room, where they sat down on the sofa. Christian stayed standing.

"Kenny, I'm afraid Phoebe isn't here. She disappeared last week and no one has seen her since school finished last Monday." Ana said gently. Kenny gasped in shock. He thought Phoebe was ill, there was nothing on the news and school hadn't mentioned anything.

"Is this something to do with Nicky?" he asked. Christian stood straighter.

"Why would it have something to do with her boyfriend?" he asked suddenly.

"You don't know?" the parents looked confused. "Last Monday she broke up with Nicky because she found him annoying and immature. They spent most of lunch arguing before she stormed off upset. When I tried to talk to her she said she just felt like a bit- sorry. She felt like she was letting people down. Especially you sir," Kenny explained looking at Christian.

"She broke up with Kenny and thought I was disappointed in her?" Christian asked sinking onto the sofa next to his wife. "Why would she think that?"

"I don't know sir, that's just what she told me. But she had also had an argument with Ava. Monday wasn't a good day for her."

Standing, Christian said he was going to talk to Taylor about talking to Nicky about his and Phoebe's argument and seeing if he knew anything at all. When he left the room, Ana and Kenny remained silent, Kenny looking around the cosy living room, Ana knotting her fingers and looking at her feet. Finally she broke the silence.

"Would you like a drink or anything?"

"No, thank you, Mrs Grey."

"Ana. Not Mrs Grey, please, it makes me feel old." She smiled at him. He continued to look at the photos of the family that were all over the room.

"You look like you've got some amazing memories, Ana. So many photos."

"Thank you, Kenny. We like to put up as many photos as possible so the kids never forget that, even though Christian and I have demanding jobs that we always have time for them. We also love looking at them remembering happy times as a family." Kenny eyes settled on one picture of Phoebe.

It was in a glass flower patterned frame of her wearing a strapless pink floor length gown with a chiffon skirt that fanned out slightly with the bust covered in beautiful silver beads with a heart shaped neckline. Her copper hair was curled with half pinned up to hold the silver tiara she was wearing. She had little make-up on, faint pink eye shadow and glossy lips, and wore a silver necklace with silver roses lacing around the chain to match her diamond earrings. Kenny smiled thinking she looked beautiful. In the picture next to it was one of her in the same gown, but she was standing alone with her father, who was wearing a tux. And there was also one with the whole family all dressed up for some sort of formal event. Looking around the room there were several photos of this family in the same outfits, standing with different people. Ana saw him looking at the one of Phoebe on her own.

"That was taken at her grandparent's annual charity event last year. She was so excited when Christian bought her that dress and all the accessories to go with it. Out of all the balls we've gone to, that was her favourite."

"She's so beautiful." Kenny whispered admiring her smile.

"That she is. But then again, I'm her mother so I would say that." Ana laughed. "That one of her and Christian is her favourite photo in the whole house apparently. She said it reminds her of how grown up he made her feel on that night. And he made her feel beautiful. You see, Christian always tries to wrap the kids up in cotton wool so nothing will ever happen to them, but that night, he relaxed on all the security so they would have a good time."

"He sounds like a good man. I just wish Phoebe had tried to sort things out last week."

"When we find her, I'm sure they'll sort out their differences. She can't function well without Christian there."

"Yeah, I figured. After knowing her for two days, I kind of worked out that she loves Mr Grey. She told me she's daddy's little princess." Kenny laughed. "I hope you find her. She's the only one who was nice to me in school. Defended me when I was bullied about working."

"That sounds like our Phoebe. She feels bad for other people when they're being picked on for who they are. There was a girl at school a few years ago who was bullied because she was black. Phoebe stood up to them because Charlotte was a really nice girl. She always puts other people first. Anyway, don't feel bad about working, Kenny. I remember when I first got married; I had to argue with my husband about working. He didn't want me to but I insisted." She told him about the different arguments they had had. Ana like Kenny and when Phoebe was home she would like to see more of him. They just sat and talked. It felt good for Ana to talk to someone about her daughter that didn't know everything already.

"Phoebe's very lucky to have a family like yours, Ana. You all seem to be very close. I wish I were that lucky,"

"What's your family like?"

"It's only me and my dad. My mum's in prison. I have no cousins or aunts and uncles and my grandparents are dead. So it's a small family. Nothing interesting."

"I know what that's like. I married into a large family. Otherwise it was pretty much just my mother and I."

"No father?"

"Not in the way you'd think. My birth father died when I was a baby and my step-father who is the man who raised me, lived in a different state when he and my mum split up. So tell me about your life. You're from England?" he nodded.

"I grew up there with my parents, but my mum started drinking and made our life hell." He stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry. You don't really want to know this."

"No, I do. Phoebe hardly tells us anything about whatever friends she has. She doesn't have many, you see. Only her cousin but we know everything about Ava." Kenny smiled sadly and looked up at the clock. It was seven thirty, he had been there over an hour and he needed to get home.

"I would love to tell you details, but I'm afraid I need to get home. Dad's probably wondering what's happened to me." He answered.

"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Christian said overhearing the end of the conversation. "I could ring your father and tell him." Kenny shook his head.

"Thank you, but I should really be getting home. I don't want to take up any more of your time. I hope you find Phoebe." He said before leaving the room, taking his phone out to ring his father and bidding farewell to them.

"What a lovely young man," Ana said when he was gone. Christian wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I can see why Phoebe likes him."

"He seems like a nice lad. I think he generally cares for Phoebe. I mean, none of her other friends have stopped by to see her." Christian replied. "Now come along, Mrs Grey, dinner is ready and I think it's time you had a proper meal." Leading her into the dining room, the boys were already seated, talking quietly. For once they decided not to talk about Phoebe; it was too painful to think where she was or what was happening to her at that moment.

... ... ...

"Have you sent anything yet?" she woke to voices again.

"Not yet. I want to keep her a little while longer and see how long she lasts."

"This isn't a game Owen. You need to message Grey and tell him to deliver the money before he finds us. And trust me the longer we stay hidden while we have her, the more time he has to track her down. And it won't be good for us when he does. Now send the ransom."

"Let me have her a little longer, Jack. I'm thinking I might make her like Ella-"

"Who's Ella?"

"His birth mother. The one who died. She was an amazing fuck."

"Don't even think about it, Owen! You are not to touch her like that! That'll be execution for both of us."

"But she has an amazing body." Owen actually sounded like a moaning teenager.

"Let me put it this way. If your dick jumps out your pants, I will kill you myself. I hate the Grey's as much as you but I do not believe in that. I want her mother and she's still a minor."

"She's seventeen."

"You are not raping her!" Jack shouted. After more shouting, she heard a door slam.

Phoebe sat up on her bed. It was painful because of her burns and aching bones, but she somehow achieved it. She was terrified. Owen wanted to rape her and she knew if Jack went out, he would probably try and she was nowhere near strong enough to stop him. Her shaking wasn't just from the cold anymore. She needed the bathroom. After her little trick last week, they were extra cautious and hardly let her out of the room. However she still got off the bed and pushed the button on the wall. She quickly took her finger off the button, though, as she wondered who left when the door slammed. Taking a deep breath she hoped it was Owen and pushed the button again.

"Mr Hyde?" she asked. Two minutes later she got a reply.

"Yeah?" it was Jack. She sighed in relief.

"I need the bathroom. Please can I go?" he sighed.

"Yeah, give me a second." True to his word, seconds later the door unlocked and he appeared. He was holding the gun he held every other time he let her out to go to the bathroom. "Come on, then." She followed him to the bathroom and did her business. When she opened the door, however, he wasn't there. She looked around the room. It was empty and there was no noise coming from the kitchen. The front door was unlocked and out of curiosity she walked over to it and poked her head out to see Jack walking around on the phone. Owen was nowhere in sight. She could try running again but she knew she wasn't strong enough and if she got caught again, it wouldn't end well. Jack looked toward the door and saw her standing there and scowled. As he started walking toward her she quickly turned so she was completely back in the house, walking back into the room she was being kept in. He caught up to her before she had a chance to fully get there, however.

"What were you doing by the door?" he snapped.

"I came out of the bathroom and you weren't in here. I was just wondering where you were. I'm sorry." She replied.

"You do not go near that front door again, do you understand me?" he shouted and pushed her back into the room and locked the door. She poked her tongue out at him and curled up once more. She was so down, she couldn't even sing softly to herself anymore.

After some time, Owen entered the room. Leaning into her ear he whispered venomously; "Jack told me what happened with you earlier. Did you not learn last week when you went to the front door?" she shivered and not because she was cold. The familiar burn was on her skin again. She counted every time he burnt her. She now had the same number of scars her dad had and as far as she could remember, they were all in the same place. When the cigarette was out he grabbed her breast and squeezed it, hard. "Next time, I will do more than touch you like this." Then, he was gone. She started crying again. She was in so much pain. Daddy, please help me!

... ... ...

"Sir, the school has spoken to Carly and apparently she just laughed the whole time about Phoebe's disappearance." Taylor said. Christian thumped his desk. He was getting impatient and even more terrified as all the different scenarios of what could be happening ran through his head.

"Did you get the kid to talk to her?"

"Yes. And for some reason she said 'my dad got her. It was quite amazing from what I heard. Serves that boyfriend stealing heart-breaking little bitch'." Taylor coughed. "Sorry sir."

What happened was; Taylor asked Nicky if there was anything he knew about Phoebe but the kid was too upset about their argument and angry he didn't solve it responsibly like they should have. They weren't five so shouting was immature.

... ... ...

(Tuesday afternoon)

"So you argued then you didn't see her anymore?" Taylor asked, trying to keep calm.

"No I didn't see her all afternoon until I tried talking to her at the end of the day, but when I was calling her, she didn't hear me. I don't see how though, she wasn't listening to her iPod and it was quite quiet in the corridor." Nicky Byrne replied. They were sitting in a small cafe near the school as Taylor wanted to quickly ask him a few questions. Nicky agreed.

"She didn't hear you?"

"No. But anyway, I followed her and realised she went out a different gate than normal, and then she just vanished. Carly then came out of nowhere and told me not to tell anyone what I saw or it would end badly."

"So why are you telling me, now?"

"I care about Phoebe and I'm worried about her." He looked down as if he was ashamed of himself.

"Did Carly say anything else to you?"

"Yeah she said 'my dad got Phoebe. It was quite amazing from what I heard. Serves that boyfriend stealing heart-breaking little bitch. I hope they fucking kill her'. She really doesn't like Phoebe."

"Thank you Nicky." Taylor said and stood. Nodding his head, he left the cafe to go and find Carly Hyde.

... ... ...

(Wednesday night)

"You didn't do anything did you, Taylor?"

"Of course not sir. I just warned her never to bad mouth Phoebe again and that her father should watch his back." They were interrupted by the soft knock at the door. Ashley poked his head around the door.

"What's wrong Ashley?" Christian asked.

"I had a nightmare about Phoebe and I don't want to upset mummy anymore." He cried. Christian sighed and held out his arms and his youngest child ran across his study to curl on his lap. Christian kissed his brunette hair.

"Phoebe will be fine, Ashley. Don't worry about her, ok?" the boy looked up to his father and nodded. "And don't worry about mummy; she's just trying to adjust to this temporary change."

"Do you really think Phoebe will come home? Did I do something wrong?" Christian just smiled.

"No you didn't do anything wrong, Ash. And yes, I'm positive she'll come home. There's probably some song she wants to play on the piano or some deal in my business she wants to boss me around in," he laughed causing Ashley to laugh. "Listen, can you be a big boy and stay strong for mummy?" he nodded. "Good boy, now come on back to bed. It's late." It was gone ten o'clock after all.

Realising there was nothing left to do for the night Christian and Taylor decided to retire as well. However, when Christian entered his room, Ana wasn't there, again. He sighed and looked in Phoebe's bedroom. She wasn't in there either. He started to panic and looked in every room in the house until he found her curled up asleep in her chair in her study. There was a manuscript on her lap with a few notes written on it. On her computer there was a home video playing of the family laughing and joking around in the living room, while trying to get ready to go to the annual charity ball at Grace and Carrick's. Normally Ashley and James weren't allowed to go until they were older but Carrick and Grace insisted they go.

Christian and Phoebe were sitting at the piano together playing wonderful melodic tunes. While Ana was trying to sort out Ashley's hair. They were smiling and just watched as Christian and Phoebe's fingers ran over the keys to a cheerful piece of music. The finished playing then the family walked out the door. The camera was off until they were at the ball and Ana decided to film Christian and Phoebe having a father/daughter dance. Phoebe looked so grown up and she felt mature, like an equal to her parents.

Christian smiled while watching this on Ana's screen. Looking over at her, she was still sleeping. Gently taking away the manuscript from her and after shutting her computer down, he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around her neck and her hair just tumbled down his shoulder. She didn't wake up until the morning.

... ... ...

The door opened but she didn't dare move. She just lay curled up on the bed and watched as Jack dumped a plate of food in front of her. It was hard bread, a handful of mouldy grapes and something that smelt foul. There was half a glass of water that almost looked green. She didn't touch any of it. She wasn't hungry, she'd had food issues for a while, and therefore Owen would get mad at her. She was covered in bruises from the beating he gave her. He would lean over her and scream at her about being ungrateful. He never did anything else, and then he'd leave her.

She was becoming over exhausted from dealing with the pain. And when she slept, it was filled with nightmares.

It was the second Friday when she heard a familiar voice. A voice she hated so much but possibly a voice that could help her. Carly. She shakily got off the bed and listened to the conversation.

"Hello Carly." Jack said.

"Hi, uncle Jack," Uncle?

"How's school going? Your father?"

"Schools great now bitch-face Grey isn't there. Dads fine, managing to keep the bitch's guard away from us. I burst out laughing when he threatened to call the cops." Carly was working with them? I knew she was a pathetic cow but sink this low? I don't believe it.

"Yeah I heard about that."

"So where is the bitch?"

"None of your fucking business, Carly," Owen snapped. "All you need to know is that she's out of your way so live while you can, because if Grey finds out you had anything to do with this, you're dead as much as the rest of us." YOU GOT THAT RIGHT FUCKER!

"About that," Carly started. She sounded guilty. "Nicky followed Phoebe last Monday a saw her disappear. I warned him not to say anything, but he told one of Phoebe's dad's security members. The head of their security as well."

"What?" Owen shouted. Phoebe could hear stomping boots around the living room. "That means he would have told them about you! They would be following you, you could have led them straight to us you stupid bitch!"

"Carly, that was very stupid!" Jack snapped. "Right, we better be moving then."

"I just thought you would have wanted to know!"

"Carly, they cannot find me! I will go back to prison if the catch me!" Jack finally started shouting. There were footsteps moving closer to the door so Phoebe quickly jumped back on the bed. Owen barged into the room and grabbed her arm. She wanted to fight but she was too weak and battered to do anything. Then, all hell breaks loose.

... ... ...

Taylor's phone rang. It wouldn't stop ringing. His computer told him why. The tracking device he snuck into Carly's bag led straight to the outskirts of Seattle and the guard he had following her said he saw a man who looks like the description of Jack Hyde.

"Don't do anything until I get there," he ordered. "I don't want to risk Phoebe's life if she's there and if you do anything that could put her in more danger I'll fucking kill you myself." When he hung up, he went to find his boss who was sitting at the breakfast laughing with his wife. They tried to think positive but were still worried sick. He coughed lightly to get their attention. "Sir, I just got a call from Kingston. The guard following Carly and Robert Hyde?" Christian nodded. "Sir, she's gone to visit her uncle on the outskirts of town. A pretty run down area, I believe. I also think that's where Phoebe may be." Christian jumped to his feet.

"What? You think you found her?" he sounded hopeful. Taylor just nodded. Christian sighed in relief. "Let's go then." Taylor expected him to say nothing else and just simply nodded. Ana grabbed Christian's arm.

"You're going?"

"Of course. I want to get my baby, Ana. I don't want to be away from her anymore than I need to be. I also don't want her to freak out when we bust into the place. You stay here with the boys and I'll call you." He kissed her forehead. She sighed and nodded.

"Just bring her home, Christian."

Ok a bit strange but I didn't know how else to write it. I know it's only two chapter of the kidnapping but I didn't want it to be forever. Believe it or not this is the shortest chapter so far at only 10 pages.

Please note that Owen never actually raped Phoebe in case you get the wrong impression. I despise that kind of thing and would feel disgusted writing it. So I beg you not let that affect your thoughts to this story. And also, he just thought about hurting her like that.

Please review and let me know what you think. If you have any ideas let me know and I'll see if I can add them in.

For those who are interested in the dress I tried to describe Phoebe wearing when Kenny was talking with Ana, the link to the website I found it on is on my profile page as it wouldn't work for the chapter.