A/N: Hi everyone I know it has been a long time but I'm back. I can't say there's going to be an update every week, but I am going to strive for that. Hope you enjoy my take from Frank's point of view and why he didn't come to see Ana! I know the chapter is short is but I'm very very rusty at writing right now. Special Thanks to Aby Chisholm for all your help & Sonya James for the push I needed to start back!
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Frank: Morning on Plane
To think I let Giselle talk me onto the plane this morning, she knows that I kept myself from coming to the Northwest, specifically Seattle. She knows everything, yet she still asked me to come here.
Ever since I got that life changing call from my ex-wife I have been a changed man. I remember it like it was yesterday...
I was knee deep in negotiations for a Soho loft for this young married couple when my phone rang. I have had the same number my entire life because you never know when an old associate wants to talk. Granted anyone can get my office number from any of the million commercials, dozens of billboards, and the side of buses that I use for publicity, but to get my personal number I must like you or have slept with you. So, when I see a 702-area code but don't know anyone in Las Vegas I know I have to answer.
Never in a million years did I think my manipulative, conniving ex-wife would call spouting words about owing child support for her Annie. We argued a bit until she admitted that our daughter never died. I wanted to kill her to say the least, but even I can admit that's a false statement. She said her name was Anastasia Steele and that she was broke, so I should pay up or get sued and I couldn't tell Ana because she thought I was dead. I knew she was crazy when I divorced her but why would I get sued?
After being married to Carla for a while I realized she was crazy, she was the reason for our divorce. She would always say she wasn't made for this life. She loved the money but not the 'arm candy' part as she called it. She would spout craziness about how she needed to be free and just live her life. She kept herself together until she got pregnant and then it became all about her and never about the life she was carrying. She kept saying that if I didn't give her a divorce she would kill our baby. I will never forgive myself for believing her.
I hung up on her crazy ass and called a Private Investigator to get me information on Anastasia. According to the information I received from the P.I. the cunt wasn't lying, and my dead daughter was in fact alive for all these years.
I realized my stupidity and grief caused me not to question it, it pushed me harder to get to know her but by the time I got the courage to visit her, she was graduating from college and calling Ray Steele Dad. This man taught my daughter everything I should have taught her. It was a bad blow to me and after seeing that I mourned the loss of my daughter all over again.
I was so caught up in myself that Giselle had to step in. I would drink all day and night, I couldn't do anything but drink. It took Giselle telling me I would lose two daughters if I didn't get my act together and stop mourning, for me to snap out of it. When Giselle told me that a great spot had opened for us in Seattle I was reluctant to go but, in the end, I agreed.
I looked out the window as the plane descended and saw a blacked-out Audi waiting on the tarmac for us touch down.
"That can't be for us Zella because last time I checked Audi wasn't American made. You know I love foreign cars, but I'll only drive American" I almost yell at her.
"Your one stubborn old man but this is your surprise. You have been avoiding it for far too long so walk down those stairs now" Zella yells.
When I'm halfway down the stairs I notice a young man and woman standing by the Audi. As we get closer I realize it's my beautiful daughter Anastasia staring back at me blue eyes to blue eyes.
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