Grace's POV

'Christian shouting and getting angry isn't going to help you as a family nor her! She needs you with her right now…'

'Come on mother! We've always taught her not to do drugs… and yesterday we caught her with cigarettes…'

'…and she thought she could trust you Christian… she thought that you would go to the other end of the world and not send her there!'

'What did you expect me to do mother? Let Elena come after her again? She took Grace from me… she took Grace from all of us. We spent months taking Samantha to a psychotherapist to make her believe that Grace was her imaginary friend… that Grace wasn't real…'

'Christian… I think we did worse than actually helping her…'Ana stopped him.

'No Anastasia… No… She won't deal with this now… no… She will blame herself… on why she's alive and her sister is not…'

'She will Christian? Or will you do that?' I cut him short. 'Christian can't you see? The lies are piling up and soon there will be too much for her to take in.' I explained gently.

'…but we can't tell her… She asks questions about Mia… The reason we took her back is because she wasn't safe anymore with you…'

'You think your father and I don't know it Christian? If I get my hands on who killed my daughter, I will kill him or her with my bare hands.'

'We think it was actually…' Ana started. 'The poison was directed to Samantha Grace.' Ana told me.

'What?' I asked. I could feel it in my bones that something like this could happen, but I was never sure.

'Taylor and Sawyer found things that directed everything to the main source. Mia wasn't the one targeted. Our daughter was. Elena is working with someone else, and she wants revenge for what she lost…' Christian replied.

'I can't believe I was friends with that bitch…' I sunk down into the nearest chair and let painful tears stream down my face. '…and when were you going to tell me Christian?'

'Once we had everything…' Ana interjected. '…but right now I'm more worried for Samantha…'

'She's… bad…' I finally blurted. 'She's bruised, she's scared… terrified… We found an IUD. It had to be around 5 or 6 years old… We removed it…' I continued. 'Why would Samantha need an IUD Christian?' I turned to him.

'She was pregnant…' Ana blurted.

'What?'

'We didn't know about it. We're meeting with Dr. Greene tonight. She'll give us some answers.' Ana clarified. 'Samantha miscarried. The school hid everything…'

'It all makes sense now… why she hated there… why she wanted to be home…'

'Yeah… Aren't I the father of the year…' Christian replied sarcastically.

'Do not torture yourself on this. You didn't rape your daughter…'

'I might just as well did mother. She begged me to come home… she begged me… she even cried… but my father did what I was supposed to do…'

'...really Christian? And you think that this is helping you, her or anyone? You better pick up your crap Christian and stop this self-loathing. What she needs right now is reassurance. She needs you there for her… both of you… so the blame game has to be eliminated right this minute. You better invest that energy you're wasting in seeing what she needs and in getting justice on who did this to her. Theodore told me that her rapist is back.'

'Do we know who he is?' Christian asked.

'She hasn't said a word… she just held tight and looked at the ceiling… She's just a little kid Christian. She's scared. You have to give her time.'

'Can we see her?' He asked me.

'Yes. She's in room 15. She has a private room.' I continued. 'Christian the injuries she sustained are bad. She's in pain. I can't imagine how she managed to walk and do anything. She's torn inside. I'd say who did it has some piercing that tore her walls. We sent everything to the police. We've put her on morphine and antibiotics. She's positive for thrush as well…'

'Will she be ok?' Ana asked worried. 'I mean… trust is a fungus right? What about STD's?'

'We're waiting for the results… but else… we don't know. We've given her some medication for her thrush. Physically she will heal… psychologically… you have a long way to go…'

Theodore's POV

'Come on Princess. Say something honey… I miss that voice of yours. Tease me… just say something…' I kept trying to convince her to say something, but the walls listened to me more than she was. She kept looking at the emptiness in front of her and she avoided my eyes at all costs. I took her chart from the edge of the bed and prepared myself for the worst… and I'm glad I did. 'You did cocaine?' I asked as I glared at her. 'Samantha answer me now. You're doing cocaine now?' I asked her again as her eyes filled with tears. 'Fuck… are you stupid? Yes, I think you definitely are stupid. What got into you? You are not the Sam…'

'Theodore!' Dad entered the room and glared at me. 'Out…'

'Dad…'

'Theodore… I said out… now… I want to talk to you…' He ordered. I stole one last glance at was what once my sister. I put back the chart in place, and let mum take over. 'Wait for me…' He whispered in my ear.

Christian's POV

I was angry as much as Theodore, but shouting won't help her. She needs help, and I've acknowledged that force and angriness won't help her. As Theodore shut the door, I made one run to my baby. I hugged her tight and she returned the gesture. She cried on my shoulder whilst Ana rubbed her back and chocked back tears.

'Shh honey…' I kept repeating in her ear. 'Everything will be fine. Your mother and I aren't angry with you… We're here for you… We've always been and always will be princess…'

'Am I still your princess?' She asked barely audible. I exhaled a sigh of relief. She was talking… at least she was talking.

'You'll always be baby girl…' I smiled weakly as I let go of the embrace. 'Honey, I need to talk to your brother. Will you be ok?'

'I'll stay with her Christian. I'm not leaving her alone…' Ana cut me off.

'Ok…' I kissed her forehead. 'I'll be back soon. Ok?'

'Dad…'

'What the hell were you thinking? Do you confront your patients like that? She's your sister Theodore! She went through hell and that's how you get her to talk?'

'She's doing cocaine dad…'

'I know Theodore. Don't you think I bloody don't!' I threw back. '…but shouting in her face won't help her.'

'I'm… I'm scared dad…'

'I know son… even I am…' I replied as I hugged him to me. 'Your mother told me that you know some things.'

'Jennifer knows the whole lot…' He replied as we let go of our embrace.

'What do you know?'

'Dad… before I tell you… you need to know something…' He replied. '…but I think mum should be aware of this.'

'I'll stay with her Christian.' My mother came forward. 'You guys need to get some fact straight.'

'Mum…'

'If anything changes I'll get someone to get you.' She replied as she handed me a key. 'Take the conference room we were in. Bring me back the key when you're ready…'

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