Here you go! Sorry it didn't go up with the previous two chapters but its here now. Chapter 11.

Very quickly due to a couple of guests commenting I'm not able to PM you so here is a little side note.

Arianna: Carly is one of Phoebe classmates in music who slapped her and blamed her for the failed relationship with Nicky. (I'm not sure if you figured it out or not)

Guest (didn't leave a name): Don't worry I will reveal in this chapter how badly Phoebe was hurt as I realise I didn't really explain it very well in the kidnapping chapters.

Anyway hope you enjoy

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Chapter 11: The Return

"Just bring her home, Christian." Ana said and he walked out the door. Climbing in the back of the SUV, Taylor in the driver's seat, they set off. Taylor was driving faster than usual, contacting the police as they drove. Christian willed him to drive faster and before he knew it, they were parked outside a scruffy house, in a dirty neighbourhood. He wrinkled his nose. I'll fucking kill them!

Police sirens could be heard in the background and he saw them speeding down the road. There was no movement from the house. A police officer walked over to them and demanded they stay back. Christian refused as he knew if Phoebe were here, she would be scared. Terrified! There was no way he was waiting outside. There was suddenly a gunshot and a scream. It sounded like it could have been Phoebe, but he wasn't sure. However, it was enough for the police to barge into the house, guns at the ready. Christian followed when they told him to and found Jack was laying face down on the floor with a police officer cuffing his hands behind his back. His niece was also on the floor having her hands cuffed behind her back, though she wasn't injured in any way. Jack's head was bleeding but he was conscious. He glared at Christian.

"Where's Phoebe?" Christian demanded to the man that beat his wife twenty years ago.

"I think your good friend Owen has her," Jack smiled. All the blood drained from Christians face. Owen? As in Owen Turner? The crack whores pimp? He heard another scream and barged into the room in front of him. Phoebe was crying uncontrollably as a man he recognised too well stood over her beating her beautiful face.

"OWEN?" Christian shouted. The crack whores pimp turned to look at the man.

"Christian," he smiled evilly. "Nice to see you again. It's great to meet your daughter," he sneered pushing his hand into Phoebe's leg where it was bleeding from the earlier gunshot. She whimpered in pain, didn't acknowledge her father and her eyes were fluttering, trying to stay conscious. She didn't believe her father was there.

"Let. Her. Go," Christian said low and threatening. He was afraid for Phoebe. She looked so weak.

"No." Owen said simply, then a gunshot. Phoebe screamed again, even though the gun wasn't aimed at her. The police officer shot at Owen and next thing he knew five more officers were cuffing the man that tortured him when he was such a young child. When Owen was gone, he ran over to his daughter, who was lying awkwardly on the bed.

"Phoebe?" he whispered and gently turned her to face him. She whimpered and looked at him. Grey eyes full of fear. She didn't talk. "Phoebe, its daddy. You're safe now." She just cried. He went to hold her, but she pulled away. His heart broke. No! Phoebe, please no! She wouldn't let him touch her, hold her, comfort her. Paramedics ran into the room to examine her, but she screamed and struggled to get away, but she was too weak. One of them grabbed her wrists roughly and held her down. Christian would not accept that and pushed him away. "Don't you dare touch my daughter like that!" he shouted.

"Sir, we need to examine her. She's got too many injuries."

"She doesn't want you to touch her. And if you're going to be rough about it I'm not fucking surprised. She's been through enough."

"Sir, we need to check her injuries," the paramedic said again, more calm. Phoebe wasn't looking anywhere and didn't appear to be listening. She would let people touch her, therefore they can't help her. She continued to try and fight them off, but she was too exhausted. Eventually she passed out from the exhaustion. Christian's heart broke. He hated seeing his family in pain and his daughter was in so much pain, she had over-exhausted herself trying to fight. The paramedics quickly examined her while she was unconscious before getting her in the ambulance, speeding off to the hospital.

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Christian sat by Phoebe's hospital bed. The doctors had practically covered her in bandages after washing her to remove the dried blood. Christian was not in the room while they did this so he was yet to see or even find out about the matching scars. She was still asleep from when she passed out and this was the only way he could hold her hand. He knew if she was awake, she would most likely pull away from him.

And that's exactly what happened.

He looked up to see her bright grey eyes looking at him. But instead of the usual happiness and love, there was nothing but fear. Honestly, he wasn't expecting her to wake so soon after what happened but he was thrilled none the less, although heart-broken she couldn't bear touch no longer. She was always a hugger, hand-holder etc. He never realised how loveable his daughter is... was... is before. The simplest touch on the shoulder, hand, arm happened more often than not because, he realises now, it makes everyone seem close and happy. Something he didn't have as a child. Owen ruined his chance of having that closeness and now Christian feels he's done the same thing to his daughter.

Her breathing was fast and scared. He didn't know what to do, so he tried talking.

"Hi, Cupcake," he whispered. She didn't say anything and looked down so she wasn't looking at him anymore. "Hey, it's ok," he said and went to reach for her chin but she backed away, whimpering, before feeling something on her right arm. She looked up and saw the IV and panicked, trying to get it off her. Christian struggled to stop her and calm her. "Hey, Phoebe. Don't do that. It's helping you." Normally he would reach out and grab her hands and look her in the eyes until she understood but that wasn't an option, so he pushed the button for the nurse. Eventually she stopped pulling at it but her face still looked scared and had 'panic' written all over her expression. She looked at her father and Christian saw that this wasn't his brave, happy, stubborn, loveable, seventeen-year-old Phoebe. This was scared, tearful, confused, five-year-old Phoebe when she was in hospital suffering from the measles. His heart broke again. "Phoebe. It's ok. You're safe now."

Silence.

Before he could say anything else, the doctor walked in with Grace, a nurse following behind them. Even though Grace was a paediatrician, rules of the hospital prevent her from being her granddaughter's doctor. It's too personal and could cloud any judgement that needs to be made.

"Hello Phoebe. I'm Dr Deign," the middle-aged male doctor with light brown hair said. "Do you know where you are?" she nodded. "Can you tell me?" she shook her head. Grace let out a choked sob and Christian went over and took her into his arms. "Why not, Phoebe?" Dr Deign asked. Phoebe shrugged. Christian saw a little bit of his teenage daughter in that small movement but her face still looked too young. Grace whimpered.

"It's happening again," she whispered to her son. Christian wouldn't have it.

"No, it's not. I won't let it. I will not wait two years before I hear her beautiful voice again mum and I won't wait twenty four years before she lets me hold her, like you had to. I won't let it." Phoebe wasn't paying attention to her father and grandmother. She just lay on the bed daydreaming while the doctor tried to get her to say something. She didn't know what to say, what to do, what do think. She knew now she was safe but she didn't feel it. All the memories and emotions of the last two weeks flooded through her. Hurt, pain, sadness, darkness, cold. She felt empty. She felt like someone had taken something important from her. All the emotion she could feel tried to take over her body but one took over. Anger.

She felt so angry about everything. The text, her father not being at the gate like she was told. Being roughly pulled into the alleyway and blacking out. Waking up in a strange room, being beaten by the man that abused her father. Being starved, she felt so hungry, the burns. Her father taking so long to find her. Trying to run away but failed, because she wasn't a good runner, hadn't eaten anything and refused to let her grandmother check her ankle from when she fell off the stage two weeks ago. And right now, that fucking doctor wouldn't shut up. However, she kept her mouth firmly shut. Eventually, he gave up and told the nurse to check her bandages.

When the nurse stepped forward, Phoebe screamed and shuffled away. Christian stepped forward to face the nurse. "Don't touch her. She doesn't want it."

"I need to check on her injuries, Mr Grey."

"But, can't you see she's afraid?"

"Mr Grey. If I don't check her injuries and change the bandages she won't get any better." Christian sighed and looked over to Phoebe, arms wrapped around her legs, which were pulled to her chest, and shaking. He sat next to her on the bed and spoke. He didn't touch her.

"Cupcake, the nurse needs to change your bandages. Can you be my brave girl and let her?" she shook her head. He held out his hand but kept it a safe distance from her. "Why not take hold of my hand and squeeze it until she's done?" he tried a compromise. Phoebe nodded and took her father's hand. He smiled in relief. It was only hand holding but it was more than what she allowed when she first woke up.

The nurse tended to her wounds while she shut her eyes tightly. Christian let out a small gasp when he saw the cigarette burns on her delicate skin. He knew they would scar to be exactly like his. A tear rolled down his cheek. The worst injury he could ever remember was her grazing her knee after trying out her new rollerblades he and Ana bought her for her seventh birthday. When the nurse finished, he was pulled aside by the doctor so he could explain the extent of Phoebe's injuries.

"Mr Grey. Your daughter appears to be malnourished and dehydrated when she was brought in. That's what the IV is for, to help her get some nutrition. Her left leg is broken due to the bullet impact, but the bullet has been removed. It will take a few weeks for that to heal. She also has several cigarette burns on her chest and back. And as you can see, she's suffered quite a beating to her face." Christian's heart was breaking. He had tears in his eyes but he excused himself and stepped outside. He didn't want Phoebe to see his tears. He needed to ring Ana. She answered almost straight away.

"Christian?"

"Ana," he replied. He tried to contain his tears.

"What's happening? Did you find her?" she spoke fast but he heard every word.

"Yes. We're at the hospital. I need you here," his tears started to fall.

"What about the boys?"

"Tell Gail to watch them. Please Ana, we both need you." He begged. She accepted and they hung up. He went back into Phoebe's room to find Grace sitting on the bed trying to get his daughter to say something. He knelt down in front of her to look in her terrified grey eyes. "Cupcake. Mum's on her way to see you. Can we try and give her a smile when she gets here?" he said gently. She looked at him but said nothing. She only gave a small nod.

Half an hour later, Ana turned up. She looked at Phoebe and gave a small smile and a sigh of relief. She had never been happier to see any of her children in their lives. She was so glad Phoebe was ok and safe now even if she didn't know the extent of her daughter's injuries.

"Phoebe!" she breathed and rushed to her side. Before she could hug her, however, Christian stood up and took Ana into his arms. He gave her a whispered warning that Phoebe doesn't want to be touched and Ana's legs went weak. Christian caught her and led her to the bed and sat her down gently next to Phoebe. "Phoebe? Baby, its mummy." She said. Phoebe looked up to her mother but did nothing else. "Oh, baby girl. Talk to me. Please." Phoebe shook her head. This small gesture gave Christian some hope. At least she was acknowledging them now. He stepped forward and stood next to Ana.

"Come on, Cupcake. On little word?" he tried. Again, she shook her head, too afraid to speak. She didn't believe her parents were really there, even though they were sitting and standing right in front of her. Ana looked up at Christian, neither of them knew what to do. He put a hand on her shoulder and asked her to stand outside with him for a moment. Grace was still in the room so she sat with her granddaughter while her parents stepped outside.

"Christian, it's happening again." Ana cried into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Ana, baby, listen to me. I will not let it get to that. I will never give up trying to get her to let us in. You'll be hugging her before you know it. But, we need to be strong, baby, for Phoebe's sake," he pulled away from her slightly to look her in the eyes. "Ana, you have more experience with this than I do. I don't know how to get her to open up; I only know what it's like to not want to be touched." His tears started to fall and she reached up to wipe them.

"We'll help her Christian. What happened to make it this bad? I don't doubt that you know." She asked. He dreaded this question.

"It was Owen." He said simply.

"Who's Owen?" she never knew the man's name.

"The crack whore's pimp." Ana hand shot to her mouth and she gasped. She shook her head and whispered 'no' asking what he'd done to their baby girl. "He beat her Ana. That's why she's covered in bruises. She got shot in the leg as well, that's why her leg has that bandage on it. And there's something else," he led her to a row of chairs outside Phoebe's room and sat her down. He took a deep breath before he revealed the worst news they'd had in a very long time. "He burned her with his cigarettes,"

"NO!" she screamed and the tears started falling heavily. "No," she whispered this time. "He couldn't have."

"He has baby. In the exact same places as me," he held her close as the waterfall of tears fell, staining his shirt. "The police have him now. He won't be getting out of prison, Carrick will make sure of that and Jack Hyde will be going back and having his sentence extended. They will never get out again. I promise you that," he kissed the top of her head. He didn't tell her about Carly yet, he wanted her to be completely calm. "Baby there is one more thing." She sat up again.

"What? What else could there possibly be?"

"You remember Barrell left his post to meet with Jacks long lost brother?" she nodded. "Turns out this brother has a daughter." She gave him a confused look. "His daughter's name is Carly. Who happened to be Phoebe's age and goes to Phoebe's school." she gasped again. "She was at the house when the police, Taylor and I arrived and is suspected in aiding her uncle and Owen. She's been arrested while the investigation is going on. If I find out she did help out, I will make sure she goes down as well." Normally Ana would chastise him for being so harsh, especially to a child, but her daughter was now suffering as a result of it. She wanted justice and she knew Christian would get it. Once she managed to compose herself, she and her husband re-entered their daughter's hospital room to find her smiling and trying to resist giggling at whatever her grandmother was telling her.

"It was really funny seeing your fathers face as you did that," Grace hadn't noticed her son and daughter-in-law re-enter the room. "He was like, 'if she can't keep her clothes on at this age will she keep them on when she's older' when your mother was just laughing." Phoebe looked up to her parents and started laughing when she saw their confused faces. "But that's ok; your dad had enough of his silly moment as a child-"

"Thank you mother. We don't need to tell Phoebe about how I was the perfect child," Christian interrupted, winking at his daughter when she couldn't contain her laughter any longer.

"Perfect pain in the backside, yes indeed," Grace said. Even Ana had to laugh. After everything that's happened she was glad that someone had made her daughter laugh the first day back with her family. Grace winked at Phoebe and continued talking. "Your brothers were funny growing up. When Teddy was two and your mother was pregnant with you, I remember they all came round for lunch and dinner the Sunday you were born. Teddy was running around with your father and kicking a soccer ball around. Elliot, Kate and Ava were there. Kate and your mother were talking as usual while Elliot was joining in the soccer game. Elliot kicked the ball too hard and knocked Ted on the head. He started crying and when Elliot tried to apologise and went to cuddle him, Ted stopped crying, punched his little fists at him, knocking him over and walked over to your father where he resumed crying." Phoebe laughed even harder at how her brother stopped crying to hit their uncle before casually walking to their dad to cry again. "Then your mum went into labour and we had you,"

"One of the best days of my life." Ana added sitting on Phoebes other side. Phoebe grabbed her mother's hand but made it clear that's all she wanted, for now. She slowly believed that her family were really there and she wasn't going to wake up back in that dirty room, Owen and Jack moved her to. Daddy really saved me. Though she still kept quiet. Ana started telling her daughter about the day she was born and how Christian was freaking out because they were unprepared. "You decided you wanted to come early into the world. Your father started freaking out because we had a caesarean scheduled for the next week."

"One minute, your mother was gossiping with Kate while rocking Ava in her arms and then next she sat up straighter claiming her waters had broken." Christian added.

"I swear he nearly fainted when he heard that." Grace joked.

"He began running around like a headless chicken ordering everyone to do something, forgetting I had a doctor barely a meter away from me." Ana said looking and smiling at Grace.

"Yeah, he was pretty funny," Grace added, seeing Phoebe really try to control her laughter. She could imagine her father running around panicking over something he can't control. Though the smile disappeared when she thought about her disappearance. How panicked he must have been. She shivered and felt Ana squeeze her hand, looking up she calmed almost instantly and gave her mother a small smile.

"Phoebe? Would you like to see the boys? Or would you rather wait?" Christian asked, hoping it would get her to talk. She just shrugged. "Do you want them to come here?" he asked, knowing body language was all he was going to get for the moment. She nodded her head. He smiled and took his phone out to ring Taylor. It was early evening so he didn't mind them coming out. Once he hung up the phone he stood behind Ana and placed his hand on top of theirs, hoping she wouldn't pull away. Thankfully, she didn't. "Do you think we can give them that big bright smile we know you have?" he asked. She nodded and gave a small smile. "That's my girl," he tapped her nose with his index finger, causing her to freeze and pull her hand from her parents grip. Shit! Too far. "Sorry, baby." He said quickly.

They sat in silence while they waited for the boys to arrive. When they did burst through the door, they gasped then each broke out into a huge grin before running forward to crowd around the bed. None of them touched her, Christian had told Taylor to warn them about this fear their sister has. She smiled at them as they gathered around her bed. Ashley crawled up onto his mother's lap and cried into her shoulder. Phoebe's heart broke at the sight of her younger brother but she didn't know what to do about it. Teddy was the first to speak.

"Hey, Bumble Bee." He said trying to get a reaction. She just glared at him before smiling. "You ok, now your big brothers here?" he joked. The family laughed, including Phoebe. She nodded, glared playfully and rolled her eyes at him but still said nothing.

"Hey, Bee?" James said. "We've missed you. Please say something." He was nearly crying. She just curled up and shook her head. Christian stepped forward and lowered his voice pretending Phoebe couldn't hear him.

"Boys, we need to give your sister some time, she's not ready to talk to us yet. But, don't worry, she'll be bossing you all around before you know it," he said grinning at his daughter, whose eyes were down. He didn't know that she actually didn't hear what he said as he was standing to her left, her deaf side, so she heard nothing. He noticed this and questioned her. "Phoebe?" she didn't look up. "Phoebe?" he said louder and she looked at him. "Baby, are you having trouble hearing?" her eyes widened. Oh no! He's found out. She shook her head but he wasn't convinced. "How come you didn't hear me just now then?" she shrugged. "Phoebe, please, I'm trying to help you." Nothing.

"Christian, not now. We can talk about this another time. Can we just be a family for now? Please?" Ana begged as Ashley continued to cry. Phoebe lay back down and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She was tired and afraid to sleep but she couldn't keep her eyes open much longer. Listening to her family talking she drifted off into a restless sleep.

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When Phoebe fell asleep, Christian sent the boys home but kept Ana with him. They needed to talk about their daughter and how they were going to help her recover from this ordeal.

"Christian what are we going to do?" Ana asked. He took his eyes off their baby to look at his wife.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"How are we going to help her through this? In two weeks, that man made her as broken as he made you in four years. And even then it took you over twenty-four years to get over your fear of touch and I know your still getting over what happened to you." She explained, tears falling down her cheeks. He stood up from his seat and walked around the bed to hold her.

"All we can do is let her know we're here for her and encourage her to talk to us and allow us to help her. I had a horrific childhood, Phoebe hasn't. She knows we would never harm her and she knows she can trust us." He kissed the top of her head. "I'll help her baby. We all will."

"I'm scared for her. What if she has nightmares?"

"Then, we'll stay with her until they go away. Ana, I will not rest until I get our stubborn little girl back. I promise."

"I think we should talk to Flynn." Ana suddenly said, bringing up the thought that's been in her mind since they found out how badly she was injured. "And I think she should talk to Flynn." What he said next surprised her.

"I was thinking the same thing." She looked up at him, looking confused. "Ana, you said so yourself. She's been through a traumatic experience. I think she needs to talk to someone and that someone needs to be someone who won't get emotional hearing what happened. She can't keep it bottled up, baby." She reached up and kissed his lips.

"You are amazing Mr Grey." She said before looking down at their sleeping daughter, who was curled up, lying on her left side. They didn't know she had just woken up, but kept her eyes closed, and just heard all their concerns for her well-being. Her heart broke because she knew she wouldn't be the same Cupcake she used to be.

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A week later, the doctor had declared Phoebe well enough to return home, but with strict instructions to continue resting. Her leg was still recovering from the bullet Owen put in it so she was going to be in crutches for some time. Christian even paid to have a wheelchair in case she needed it. Her brothers knew nothing of her burns and they were less painful, but she still felt like her chest was on fire. The bruising to her face had gone down slightly and the cuts were nearly healed. She still hadn't said a word.

She was trying to get her trousers on when her mother walked into the room, carrying the crutches she would be using. Christian wanted to take her in the wheelchair but she showed fear and Ana said she needs to walk out. Being stuck in the wheelchair would make her feel prisoner again and that wouldn't help her recover. He reluctantly agreed.

"Hey, Cupcake," Ana greeted when she saw her daughter struggling to dress herself. "You ok? Do you need some help?" Phoebe knew she did but shook her head, and continued to try to wriggle into her jeans. They weren't too small, if anything due to the weight she'd lost in the last two weeks they were too big. It was because her leg had a thick cast on it and today it was aching like hell. "Are you sure?" Phoebe shook her head as the tears started to fall. Ana sighed and told her what she was going to do, while taking the jeans from her daughters grasp. "How about I just roll up the left trouser leg and you can slip you foot through and sit down to pull it up easier? Then you can do the right leg?" Phoebe nodded at her mother's logic. Why she couldn't think of that she didn't know. Maybe she was too eager to get out of the prison most people call a hospital.

Once she had her trousers on, Ana handed her the crutches. Without looking at her mother again she hobbled out of the room, while Ana picked up the bag they brought over filled with stuff to keep her busy while being confined to a hospital bed. Turning around she found Phoebe had already left the room. Smiling gently, she followed and saw her by the elevators, Taylor and Christian next to her. Once she caught up, Christian gave her a gentle kiss.

"Everything ok?" he asked. She nodded.

"Everything's fine, now we have our Cupcake back." She said kissing him again. "I just want to go home." Phoebe didn't look at them, she just entered the elevator silently and they followed her, saying nothing.

When they got to the ground floor, Taylor ran off ahead to fetch the SUV and bring it round to the front of the hospital doors. Deciding that being in the car would be enough of a struggle for Phoebe, Christian sat in the front, next to Taylor to give her that little bit of extra space. She smiled shyly at him, grateful for his consideration. She opened the window as they were driving in an attempt to feel less claustrophobic and was very grateful when they pulled up outside their vast mansion of a home.

She didn't look up at her father as he opened her door and held onto her crutches while she turned to get her good leg out of the car before taking them from him to support her weight as she stood. She didn't look at him the whole time.

She was nervous around her own father and she knew it was because the last time she saw him, she couldn't stand to be anywhere near him after he missed her show. She kept fighting and shouting at him and they never had the chance to make up for it before she disappeared. Then she started to doubt whether or not he was really looking for her because she'd been such a cow. And now she was home, they were acting as if nothing had happened on that Saturday.

And he was trying to get her to open up about what had happened that Monday and the twelve horrible days after that. That's all it was! She thought, 12 days to ruin our lives.

As quickly as she was able, she hopped inside that house but stopped when she saw her next challenge. Stairs. How was she going to get up the stairs when she was barely able to bend her leg while walking? She groaned but her parents came up behind her to explain that they had set up the spare room downstairs for her to stay in until she recovered. They had moved a lot of her stuff in there to make it more homey but that was all they could do for the moment. She sighed. She didn't want to spend any more time in a room that wasn't hers, they idea of it made her feel cold. But she knew there was nothing to be done about it so she just hopped down the hall and opened the door.

She gasped at the sight.

A few things? Her father had practically had the whole room moved downstairs. Except her bed and furniture. Her laptop was sitting on the bed with a new phone. Her photos had been hung on the walls, her makeup and hair accessories were sitting on the dressing table. In the closet her clothes were all hung neatly. She smiled at her parents as they walked in behind her. She heard her mother gasp.

"A few things, Christian? You've practically brought her whole room down here," she said, grinning.

"I wanted her to feel at home, Ana. I think she needs all this stuff in order to do that," he smiled at his daughter who gave him a shy smile back. Ana wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered in his ear.

"You are amazing, Mr Grey." She looked at Phoebe. "Phoebe, you gonna be ok on your own for a while? I've got to talk to Gail about dinner,"

"And I've got a quick meeting to attend to," Christian added. Phoebe nodded and sat down on the bed, looking around. When he parents left she let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. She was home. She was glad to be home. But she felt trapped again.

The door was shut. She's curled up on the bed. Before she knew it she was shaking. She had to get out. Standing up again she walked over to the door and opened it, stepping out into the empty hall. She calmed her breathing and headed toward to back door to step out into the yard. Once outside, she saw her brothers playing a game of soccer on the meadow against their security. The boys were all wearing a dark blue sports t-shirt and the security was wearing a black t-shirt. She smiled as she watched Teddy pass the ball to Ashley and Jenson (Ashley's security) attempt to take the ball but pretended to trip over his own feet and Ryan, who was in the goal, jumped in the opposite direction as to where Ashley took his shot so the boys scored another goal. She let out a small laugh but didn't stay to watch the end of their game. Before she could walk away, Teddy saw her.

"Hey, Bumble Bee!" he called, trying to get some sort of reaction. She looked and glared at him. "Wanna come and be our referee?" he asked. She shook her head and walked away. The boys shrugged and continued to play, though Teddy watched her until she was out of sight, predicting where she went.

She walked around the game and towards the end of the meadow, where she sat and watched the ocean over the trees below her. It was like their home was on a cliff overseeing everything. The sea always calmed her down when she was young and sitting in her spot watching it, she felt more free than she ever had in her entire life. Especially after the Jack and Owen incident. Her right leg was bent under her and her left was stretched out in front of her and she leant back on her hands. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply.

She was home.

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Christians meeting was actually a phone call. And it wasn't a business phone call. It was the phone call that was his first step to helping his daughter recover. Once he hung up the phone, he was slightly happier and his mind slightly more at ease but the question was, would she accept the help that was being offered? That was the only bit of doubt in his mind. Sighing he stood up and went to talk to her about their plan. After knocking on the door and hearing no answer, he walked into the spare room downstairs. She wasn't in there. He checked the bathroom. She wasn't in there either. He looked everywhere in the room but couldn't see her anywhere. Panicking he ran out and into the kitchen where Ana was discussing with Gail about dinner. Normally Gail wouldn't work on a Saturday but given the circumstances, she offered so the parents could help their daughter settle in again. Ana saw her husband and frowned at the look on his face.

"Christian? What's wrong?" she asked.

"Where's Phoebe?"

"She's in her room where we left her,"

"No. She's not. I just went to check on her and she's not in there." Christian said hurriedly. Ana started to panic but tried to control herself as her husband was clearly panicking enough for the both of them.

"Have you checked outside? Maybe she went to see the boys?" she suggested, standing up to lead him outside. "I'll be back in a minute, Gail," she called back to their loyal housekeeper. Gail replied by telling her not to worry. The husband and wife walked out into the garden where the boys were still playing soccer. Christian called them over, including security. However, before he could intimidate all eight people, Ana stepped in. "Have any of you seen Phoebe? It's just she's not in her room, where we left her and we didn't hear her leave." Teddy stepped forward.

"Yeah, she came out about ten minutes ago. Went round our game to the back of the meadow." He said and something in Ana's mind clicked. She turned to her husband.

"She's gone to watch the sea, Christian. There. Panic over." She turned back to her sons and their security. "Thank you, boys. You can go back to your game now." The nodded and ran off to finish off their soccer game. Ana turned back to her husband. "I know we've had a terrible two weeks. But you need to calm down because panicking isn't going to help her. You'll give yourself a coronary at this rate, Mr Grey. And I want you around to see our new child come into the world," she smiled gently. He smiled as well and put his hand on her barely there stomach. After kissing her temple and promising to think before panicking, he went to the end of the meadow and found Phoebe sitting in her spot watching the ocean.

"Cupcake?" he asked. She turned and looked at him. He smiled but she didn't smile back. "May I sit?" she nodded, feeling awkward. He sat down next to her. "How come you're out here?" she shrugged. "Come on, baby. Talk to me." She looked straight ahead to the sea, letting the wind whip her hair around. After a few minutes, he spoke again. "Phoebe? There's something I need to discuss with you. You need to listen to me because I'm trying to help you, ok?" she looked at him and nodded, knowing what he was going to say.

She didn't get a chance to answer him because her brothers had joined them, having finished off their soccer game.

"Dad, Phoebe? Mum asked us to come and get you. She wants everyone's opinion for dinner as she and Mrs Taylor can't decide what to have." Teddy said, looking hot and sweaty. Ashley was with him but Nick and James had gone into the house.

"Ok, thanks, Ted. We'll be there in a minute." Christian replied. Ashley stepped forward and spoke to Phoebe.

"I want chicken nuggets but mum said we should have a proper meal. But I said chicken nuggets are a proper meal, so you need to help me convince her," he said. Phoebe just smiled and said nothing, shrugging her shoulders, indicating how she's not bothered either way what they eat. She didn't think she'd be able to stomach anything. She ate very little in the hospital, much to her father's dislike. When he realised she wasn't going to answer he sat and curled up next to Christian and cried on his shoulder. All he wanted was to hear his sister's voice, they were really close. Phoebe's heart broke and a tear slipped down her cheek. Leaning forward, she stroked his hair gently while Christian wrapped his arms around his son. Teddy stood behind them wondering when they were going to move. He was hungry.

"Don't cry, Ashley. Please don't cry." Ashley shot up and he, Christian and Ted looked at Phoebe.

She spoke!

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Ok, stupid ending to the chapter but oh well! I didn't want her to be quiet for long so I thought it could be how the chapter ends.

I know there's not a lot happening with Jack, Owen and Carly but I will reveal more information in the following chapters. I don't really understand the legal system so I will probably just talk about them being locked up and how long for.

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