Authors Note: Here is the chapter which explains the Elliot/Christian and Elena twist. I haven't gone into specific detailed information about which acts they did as that wouldn't be in line with my story. This story is about Ana and Christian. This chapter is to explain Christian's perspective.

History 101

Christians POV:

"Tell me how you managed to keep it secret and why you didn't stop?" Elliot requests.

"That's a lot to explain. You never liked History class."

"Try me. It's about time I took a refresher course!" I pass Elliot the bottle and watch as he takes another drink before I do the same. Usually, it's in my nightmare that my past revisits me, but today is unlike any other day.

13 Years ago - Christian is 15, Elliot is 17 and Mia is 9

"Christian, are you in here?" My little sister Mia asks, softly at my door.

"Mia that is the dumbest question ever. You have perfect vision and you obviously saw me the second you opened my bedroom door!" I groan. I need to start locking my bedroom door!

"Ssssoooorrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!" She replies with the most sarcastic tone ever. Part of me wants to laugh out loud at her. Mia is too sweet-natured to be sarcastic. It doesn't suit her at all.

"Mia what do you want?" I love my little sister, but I swear she needs to learn to mind her own business at times like these and better sooner than later.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I bought you a glass of water. I thought you might need it. I heard all the arguing that was going on downstairs." Mia looks at me sympathetically before she walks and places the glass of water on my bedside table.

"Well then Mia you ought to go and get our dad a drink, since it was him who was doing all the arguing." Actually Dad wasn't arguing, he was telling me off. Both our parents were taking turns telling me off; dad yelled out of disappointment and moms' voice was stern but filled with sorrow.

"So is it true? Did you get kicked out of school again?"

"Yep!" I confirm.

"So what happens now? Are Mom and Dad going to send you to public school now? Or are they going to try to send you to the University prep school?" Mia inquires curious hoping for answers, but ends up educating me on what our parents have been talking about downstairs.

"At this point in time I really couldn't care."

"But you should. You are so smart! I struggle to do my maths work, whilst you breeze through all your maths problems!" I smile a little at Mia. She tries so hard at school but finds it difficult. Both of our last school reports were filled with C grades. I didn't bother trying, but I was so proud of Mia's report. She worked hard just to pass all her classes.

"I think my long list of past maths teachers would disagree with you."

"That's only because you have….." Mia sighs and scrunches up her face trying to remember what ever word she has forgotten.

"I am what?"

"It's something mom and dad just mentioned downstairs…..uuumm…..oh that is it, internal complexities. They are ringing Dr Lazarus to come and see you today." Oh no, anyone but him!

"Damn it!" I yell out and grab my pillow and throw it to the other side of my room. Dr Lazarus has got to be the worst therapist I have ever had the misfortune of having to occupy the same space with. "Did you hear Mom or dad say when he is coming?"

"Yes," Mia states now messing around with some of my CDs. Gosh, she gets distracted worse than a goldfish.

"And when would that be?"

"At 4:30," Mia finally informs me forcing me to check my bedside clock. "Damn its 4:15 already and I need to get out of here before the not so good doctor gets here."

"You can't, mom and dad are mad enough. Dad will kill you if you go out now!" Mia stresses, accurately assessing the situation.

"Mom's a doctor, she will be able to bring me back to life when Dad gets his hands on me, and if not then dad can represent himself in court." Mia's laugh at my joke, making me smile. At least I can make someone happy these days, even if it for just a short time.

"Are you really going to avoid seeing your therapist?" Mia probes seriously.

"Absolutely."

"Then you should go somewhere that mom and dad are not going to be mad about! Like go and help Elliot," Mia suggests.

"Where is Elliot?"

"He is over at Mr. and Mrs Lincoln's house. He is doing some work helping clear the rubble from their backyard." I grin knowing that this is the perfect plan. My mother had mentioned to me also about going over and doing some work at the Lincoln's place. Of course, my mother suggested it as a means of keeping me busy and out of trouble, but alas it's my ticket out.

"Mia did mom and dad know that you over heard them talking?"

"No, they never know. I am way too crafty for that!" Mia smiles broadly, proud of herself. She started eavesdropping on our parents a couple of years ago when she wanted to know what she was getting for Christmas. The only thing is that she never stopped and has continued to master this skill.

"Crafty? I would call it sneaky."

"It works doesn't it?"

"Yes it does. Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"When Mom and Dad come up and look for me tell them I have gone to help Elliot at the Lincoln's okay?"

"But I will get in trouble for lying."

"No you won't, because I am going to go and help Elliot."

"Really? You know mom and dad will ring Mr and Mrs. Lincoln to make sure you are there!" Mia points out.

"Yes! I would rather do anything than sit for an even a minute with Dr Loser Lazarus. I promise you that by the time mom phones, I will have already worked up a sweat. "

"Okay, but just hurry!"

"Thanks, sis, you're the best" I run out quickly from the back of our house, careful to avoid my parents and our housekeeper. I run the short distance to the Lincoln's house. As soon as I get there I find Elliot in the back, next to Mrs Lincoln. She is handing him a lemonade and talking about some apparently seriously as my brother's expression changes quickly when he spots me. He looks horribly stiff.

"Christian what are you doing here?" Elliot's asks alarmed.

"Chill out there Lelliot. I thought I would come out and help. Mom suggested it to me a few days ago" I remind him not put off by his demeanour or tone, but it is unusual for Elliot. "So where should I start?"

"Christian, why don't you help your brother move the bricks to the side of the house. We have a truck coming over to pick it all up tomorrow." Mrs. Lincoln informs us with a smile. She is a younger than our mother, somewhere in her thirties. I heard my father once state that Mr. Lincoln had married her because of her looks. I had to admit she was pretty hot. I start to get busy moving the debris.

"Christian, what are you really doing here?"

"I told you already!" I shrug him off and keep focused on the task at hand.

"Wish I could say that was the biggest lie you have told recently. You haven't listened to our parents for over a year!"

"Sure I have. I am here now aren't I? When dad told me to sit down and eat breakfast this morning I did," I argue back but he is right. "Hey, I bet I can move this pile of junk faster than the one next to you," I challenge Elliot. One because we are both competitive with each other and second to divert his line of questioning.

"Okay, what's the wager?" Elliot smirks arrogantly.

"Since you are going to lose you chose the terms." I offer, challenging him.

"No chance! You're are smarter than me, but I am stronger! If I win, no when I win, you have to do my History, Politics and Economics assignments for the rest of the school year." Elliot is a smart enough guy, but he favours science and maths to the Humanities, whilst I favour them alongside maths.

"You're a senior and I'm only a sophomore!" I argue reminding my brother that he is two academic years above me.

"Yeah and you could do my papers with your eyes closed. That's my terms, what are yours?"

"You will just owe me a favour."

"A favour? From you, that sounds too much of the risk from you!" Elliot restates.

"But you are going to win, right?" I dare him and we both smirk at each other.

"Four, three, two, one. Go!" Elliot calls out quickly to get a head start. I grab a load of debris and run after him. As our piles get smaller, I put in all of my frustration, anger and focus on winning. I push myself harder and faster, not letting myself stop even for a second. I don't look at where Elliot is at with his pile, and attempt to forget the world around me. Once I have finished with my pile I move the other heap of rubble and work on clearing it; however, no matter how much I try I can't escape the chaos that surrounds me. It covers me like a dark cloud.

"Christian," Elliot calls out but I ignore him. Instead, I pick up the pace. "Christian! STOP" He yells out, but this time stands in front of me and blocks me. I try to go around him, but Elliot successfully stops me. I consider pushing him over, but there is so much debris around us and is likely to get hurt pretty bad. Even I am not that messed up. I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

"Bro, seriously slow down before you pass out. You won. I owe you a favour."

"Elliot moves out of my way," I growl. I could care less if I have won or not right now.

"You're drenched in sweat and breathless. Here drink some water." I take a bottle of water from him and take a long drink. I throw the empty bottle on the pile of rubbish and get back to work without saying anything else.

"You're welcome," I hear Elliot behind me. We both continue to work in silence for another ten minutes before Mrs Lincoln calls out.

"Christian, it's your mother on the phone. She wants to talk to you." I run my hands through my sweat drench hair and groan, which catches Elliot's attention. I walk over and grab the phone, though I know what she is going to tell me.

Christian: Mom

Grace: Christian, why didn't you tell me or your dad you were leaving the house. I was frantic looking for you, until I found Mia and she told me where you went.

My eyes hit the ground. I feel like the only thing I ever do these days is upset her and how I wish I were doing the opposite. If only I was able to.

Christian: You and dad suggested I come over to the Lincolns a few days ago. Since I don't have any homework now I decided to come over and help.

Grace: You need to come home, Dr Lazarus is here to see you.

Christian: Mom, there is a lot of work to do here. I should stay and help Elliot.

Grace: No, you should come home right now. Your therapist is waiting for you. He wants to talk to you.

Christian: I don't want to talk to him.

Grace: You need to talk to him, since you won't talk to us.

I hear my mother start to sob. She is desperately trying to hide it, but even over the phone it is obvious.

Christian: Mom look tell Dr Lazarus I am sorry that I wasn't there and that I will see him at our scheduled appointment on Friday at….

Before I am able to finish my sentence, Mrs. Lincoln has snatched the phone off me and she locks her eyes on me. I don't know why but I feel like I am not supposed to look away.

Mrs Lincoln: Grace, don't worry. I will send Christian home immediately…..Okay, that's fine. I will tell Elliot to walk him back, but then can you send Elliot back. There is so much mess around here and it's starting to annoy me.

Mrs Lincoln then disconnects the call and then looks me up and down as if sizing me up.

"Elliot, can you come here?" My brother in his usual polite manner comes over quickly. "Your mom asked if you could walk your brother home. She seems to think that Christian won't be prompt enough, though I would you to return straight away. We can continue where we left off before" She smiles and walks back inside the house. There was something unusual about her then.

I start to walk back home, with Elliot standing close by. "I don't need a chaperone to walk home."

"That's debatable." I groan at Elliot's reply and pick up the pace, but my brother keeps up with me.

"What's bugging you today? Actually what is bugging you more than usual?" Elliot questions.

"Besides you?" I narrow my eyes at him, but he is immune to any of negative expressions. "I have to go and see that crackpot Dr Lazarus. He's waiting at our house."

"Why today? You see him at his office on Fridays after school."

"Because today I got kicked out of school."

"What again? Fuck Christian are you trying to screw up your life?" I don't answer his question and keep looking ahead. I am screwed up so much that no matter what I do, it can't be erased. "You're brilliant, you could do anything! Plus don't you see how you are hurting our parents, especially mom!" I have avoided looking at our mother for some time these days. I know that I am hurting her. She never raises her voice or gets angry like my father. She doesn't need to.

We reach the front door of our parents' house and I turn to face Elliot. "You can go now. Mrs. Lincoln is expecting you" I announce bitterly and am taken back by Elliot's physical response. He becomes rigid and looks like he is carrying the weight of the world on him.

"Hey, Elliot don't stress, I will be fine." I tell my brother. I don't want him worrying about me.

"What?" Elliot asks as if he didn't hear me just then. I cock my head at Elliot. He is more confusing than me right now. "Umm ...yeah, I will catch you later. Bye" Elliot turns around and starts heading back to the Lincoln home. What on earth came over him? I shake my head and enter the house.

I look thought the glass door into the living room and see my mother. She is sitting alone. It is obvious that she has been crying and is upset. No, she is more than upset. Dismayed, Distraught…. I don't know if any word can describe what she is feeling. This is the first time in a while that I have looked directly at her and I wish I hadn't. As soon as I realize that she has seen me, I look away so I don't look at her in her eyes. I can hear her footsteps as she moves closer to me. In many ways I wish she would yell at me. It would be easier.

"Christian, why don't you go upstairs and get cleaned up a bit. I will tell Dr Lazarus you are here. He will meet you in the study," She informs me. Her loving and soft voice breaks a few times. Oh mom how I wish I wasn't hurting you.

"Yes Mother," I tell her formally, again not looking up at her. As I start to go up the stairs, I briefly look back and now see my father also. He is holding my mother and comforting her. I want to eliminate all of my wrongs and complexities, but the thing is I don't know how to.

# # # #

I remain seated at the breakfast table, finishing off my breakfast as Elliot and Mia leave for school. One of the conditions of Elliot getting a car was that when required he has to drop Mia off at school. This means that it is just myself and our parents alone at the table. My father is dressed in his usual dark suit and is reading through a transcript for court I believe, while my mom checks her schedule. This isn't usual and is one of the reasons Mia and Elliot left early today. On a normal day, there is always chatter about the day and what we are all doing, discussion about dinner and anything else that might be coming up. An uncomfortable tense silence has encompassed the room. I finish my breakfast and before I take my plate into the kitchen, my father stops me.

"Christian, I spoke to some of my contacts last night, who have connections with the university prep school in Seattle that we have talked about in the past. Hopefully, regardless of your record and based on the IQ testing you did recently, it appears we might just be able to get you enrolled there. You will be expected to curb your behaviour and one wrong move and you will be out of there. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I reply.

"Good. I am hoping to get a call today and will push to get an immediate interview. So be prepared Son." I nod but deep down I want to yell. I can't control my feelings and emotions. I walk out with my plate and hear my parents commence talking. I don't linger. I know they are talking about me. I stand around the kitchen for a few minutes, hoping my parents will be gone by the time I walk out, but I have no such luck.

"Christian, your dad and I are going to work. Mrs. Lincoln told me that you were very helpful yesterday. Since you are home today, I told her you would go over and help. She is expecting you." Again her voice is soft, but it isn't warm like it usually is. I can hear her pain loud and clear.

After a good four hours or so, working at the Lincoln house, Mrs. Lincoln comes out. She is wearing rather tight black clothing and her long blonde hair is down.

"You must be thirsty," She says and passes me a glass of iced water, which I take even thought I bought more than enough water. "So your mom tells me that you have gotten yourself into a bit of trouble again."

"Something like that," I reply.

"Talk to me about it." My head snaps into her direction and I shake my head.

"No. I don't want to." I continue to work and then feel her hand on my shoulder.

"You don't like to be touched either do you?" Mrs Lincoln asks as she removes her hands off me. "I can help you. I can help you take control" I shake my head and turn away from her. She can't help me, no one can. Before I can continue working, I feel her hands on me again.

"Christian, come inside. If it isn't for you then we will forget it about."

"No," I reply.

"Come inside." She tells me even more severely. I ignore her and pick up some of the leftover wood. "Christian, your mother is distressed over your actions. Come with me I know how to help you."

# # # #

"Where have you been? I have been looking for you since I got home from school. I am going to pick up Mia from her cello lesson for mom. Want to go for a ride and get out of the house?" Elliot offers.

"Sure," I reply

"You look different," Elliot comments.

"How do I look different?" I probe. I quickly glance in the mirror and there is obviously no physical difference, but I do feel a little different, but I can't verbalise how.

"I don't know." Elliot looks at me but then shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Let's go."

We get into Elliot's car and head off. I press a few buttons on his sound system and switch it to a classical channel. Almost instantly, Elliot switches the radio channel to one that is playing some off-beat music. I switch the channel to one that plays more contemporary music, but at least has a tune, which causes Elliot once more to switch to his preferred radio channel. I switch it again in agitation, which makes Elliot equally annoyed. I expect him to change the channel again when I see my brother extends his hand out, but instead just turns the radio off. We sit the silence for a couple of minutes until Elliot commences to talk.

"You never told me where you were? It took my twenty minutes to find you when I got home. What did mom and dad make you today?" Elliot queries.

"They had me go over to the Lincoln's house," I reply.

"What? Really? By yourself? You went alone to Mrs Lincoln's house?" Elliot's tone is unsettled and again he becomes horribly rigid. Does he know? He couldn't know. He wasn't there.

"Yeah. Of course by myself. Who would you expect to go with me? You and Mia were at school and mom and dad were off at work" I look at my brother carefully, studying every one of his movements.

"Who was at the Lincoln house?" Elliot inquires slowly.

"Mrs. Lincoln," I reply.

"Did you talk to her? Did she offer you a drink?"

"Yes."

"Stay away from her. She isn't what you think she is. If mom and dad knew, they wouldn't have anything to do with her." Elliot says so seriously which is unlike his light hearted and fun personality.

"What do you mean?" I query as Elliot pulls into one of the car park spaces in front of the music studio.

"Just trust me, stay away from her," Elliot warns me. He quickly gets out of the car and enters the music studio to avoid me questioning him further. This is how he reacts when he is asked or facing something that he doesn't want to go near. He distances himself until he can think through the situation properly. Shit! It can't be, can it? Could it be what Elena …? Did she with him? I follow Elliot and he is waving to Mia through the glass windows as she packs up from her lesson.

"Elliot tell me why I should stay away from Mrs. Lincoln?" I ask him quietly enough so no one can hear us, but before he gets the chance to reply the door opens and out comes Mia.

"We need to get Mia home," Elliot states, using our sister as an excuse not to explain, and if he's answer is what I think it is, then our little sister should definitely not hear about this. Outside the studio, I spot the perfect diversion.

"Hey Mia, you sounded so good!" I complement her in order to set up my scheme to get five minutes alone with Elliot. I am not completely lying, Mia has improved, but she needs to actually practice, not just say she does.

"Am I almost as good as you are on the piano?" Hell no kiddo!

"You will be if you actually practice at home like you're supposed to." Mia drops her shoulders and groans. She hates to practice. "Hey, don't be like that. I still think you really good, and here is proof" I hand her five dollars which causes her look up at me confused. "Go next door and get ice cream. Elliot and I will wait for you outside."

Mia, who doesn't have to be asked twice runs off into the ice cream parlour. I position myself so I will see her when she walks out, but close enough to Elliot.

"Spill it! What has you rattled over Mrs. Lincoln?" I snarl at Elliot to have him answer my question.

"I did stuff with her. Sexual stuff." Shock hit me over at Elliot's confession. "It was only once. Just oral, but then she showed me some pretty heavy shit and I ran. Fuck if Mom and Dad knew they wouldn't have anything to do with her. I can't mention anything or else they will know what I did with her." Elliot continues to describe in detail what she showed him, the only thing he doesn't know is that I have already been given the same tour. Though I was given a taste.

Our little sister spends the entire drive back to Bellevue talking nonstop, and for the first time I am grateful for this. It allows me time to think about today's events at the Lincoln house and Elliot's disclosure. I know how I should be feeling but the thing is that my mind is clearer after today.

The next day, I return to the Lincoln home to continue to work in the afternoon, after meeting with the headmaster of my now new prep school. I expected to work for the rest of the day; however, I hadn't even been there for an hour, when I was invited in. This was when I knew I would be able to change. I gained focus.

A month later, I was succeeding at school, I wasn't getting into trouble or any fights. My family and everyone around me accounted for this turn around in my life due to my new therapist and new school. Of course, this wasn't true but it was best that they believed this misconception.

Every day after school, when my family thought I was studying or doing other school activities, I would go straight to the Lincoln home. I had been doing this for a month when one day, I was walking out of the Lincoln house, when Elena kisses me on the back porch where no one can see or at least we thought. She waked straight back into the house and didn't see Elliot, who was standing at the side of the house. As soon as I noticed my brother, I knew I had been busted.

"Christian what the fuck are you doing? I told you what Mrs. Lincoln wanted to do?" Elliot's breathing becomes harsh. He is angry as hell but also distressed. "And she kissed you. Fuck! NO! NO! NO!" Elliot yells out and clenches his fists.

"We have to go and tell mom. No, not mom. Dad. Let's go and tell dad." Elliot decides and starts to walk briskly towards our house. I run after him and grab him to prevent him going any further.

"Elliot don't. Elena wasn't doing anything I didn't want her to do. Same as the one time you were with her. You didn't object. We can't tell our parents. You didn't want our parents to know that you had done something with her and neither do I," I advise him.

"But you can't keep going over there! It's not right!" Elliot argues.

"No. You can't."

"I have to Christian."

"Don't tell them! You owe me a favour. I am calling it in. You are not to tell our parents about what we have done with Elena," I argue back.

"You're calling her by her first name now?" Elliot looks as if he has swallowed something horribly sour.

"That's beside the point." Elliot starts to pace, but I stand my ground.

"Christian, you are a bigger dick than ever. Just promise me that you will end it now. Don't ever go over there again to do that shit with Mrs. Lincoln. Promise me and I will let you cash in your favour," Elliot bargains with me. I run my hands through my hair. I don't want to stop my activity with Elena. It is our business and no one else's, but then there is also the issue of our mother.

"Done." Fuck!

Elliot and I walk back home in silence, and when we arrive we notice that not only is our mother's car here, but so is our fathers. It isn't even four and they never get home until five. We enter the house and we see our parents sitting in the main room. They both stand when they see us. Elliot and I look at each other, both thinking the same thing. Do they know? Our father opens the glass door and looks relaxed.

"Boys, good you are home. Elliot would you go and pick up Mia from her music class for me? Your mother and I want to talk to Christian alone," Our father requests. Elliot nods silently and starts to walk out of the house, but not before glancing back at me.

"Christian come inside you mother and I want to talk to you" I enter the main room and automatically start to prep myself. Every time I have been asked to come into this room alone with my parents is because of I am about to be lectured due to my poor behaviour and actions. I don't say anything and I wait for my parents to talk.

"So we received a call from the headmaster of your school today" My mother begins. I look up confused immediately. I haven't got into any trouble and I don't follow. "He rang to tell us that after only a month at the school you have scored the highest test scores in geometry, politics, economics, and chemistry out of any other student in your year group. He believes that if you keep this up you will end up being Valedictorian."

"Okay. Thank you" I reply not knowing what else to say really.

"We are really proud of you son" My father states extending his hand out to me. I stand up and shake his hand. Dad looks at me with so much pride, but it is the look in my mother's eyes that get me. Her eyes are glowing and she has a huge smile on her face. It is the complete opposite to the look she had on her face when I was expelled from my last school. This is the first time I have made her feel like this. I have seen her smiles like this, before due to Elliot and Micas achievements, but not mine. I don't want this to go away. I change the source of my new found focus and control, No matter what Elliot made me promise. I will just have to be smarter. I kiss my mother on the cheek but don't hug her. My issues with touch still exist.

I spoke to Elena and together we decreased the amount of times we saw each other. Instead of every day, it was only once every three days and at times where Elliot would be busy with school activities, or other events. We reasoned that this was only going to be for the short term as my brother was graduating this year and would be going off to college.

We were strategic and once Elliot was in college that is when things went up another level. Everything in my life was falling into place and their important thing was that I was upsetting my mother anymore. Though it caused me to distance myself from my parents, at least I was making them proud. I was no longer a source of despair for my mother. She saved me and deserved to be joyful.

(Back to the present time)

I take another long drink after giving Elliot his history lesson, and pass him the now near empty bottle. He takes an even longer drink finishing its contents.

"I still hate History," Elliot slurs.

"Me too now."

"I don't think we should tell our parents anything more than they already know. If mom knew this…"

"That is why I have kept everything secret for so long. It is why even after I told our parents and you everything, I left out certain details." I apprise my brother.

"I let you down. I should have kept a better eye on you. I am your older brother and I failed."

"No, you didn't Elliot. You have never failed me. I was too determined to keep going with my relationship with Elena. No one could have made me see sense those days."

"Thank god you found Ana. I think she is going to be the only one in this world who can make you put everything into perspective. She evens seems to be making you into a human being," Elliot states, grinning.

"I know. Now I just have to make sure I hold on to her."