Would love to hear some chapter suggestions, and in response to some reviews so far;
-Yes, Thomas is living in the shadow of his older brother, and also his older sister. I try to portray how he feels like he can't do anything right, and will forever not be good enough for Christian.
-Right at this moment, I'm not really concentrating on his sexuality, and haven't really thought about it. I'm writing in the presumption that he is heterosexual but I don't know where things will go.
Thank you for all the support. Please review, and suggest some chapter ideas as I am running out. Thank you again.
Stepping out of the convertible, I turn back to my friend. "Thanks for the lift, Jay," I high five him and shut the door, purposely keeping it quiet so nobody in my house could hear it.
It's 1.47am so I doubt anyone will be up. I cut through the trees in our back garden to avoid being caught by security. When I reach the large oak tree which is in the perfect place right next to my bedroom window I begin to climb up it until I'm blinded by a torch being shone in my face. Leaning back against the branch I'm stood on, I scan the garden and there is Taylor and my Dad glaring up at me. Brilliant. I move around to the other side of the tree hiding my body from the light.
"Thomas! I know it's you get down right now!" My Dad yells up. I don't move hoping he will assume he was mistaken and decide it was just a squirrel. Then I remember he's Christian Grey, the billionaire with the giant IQ. He isn't giving up.
"Get your fucking ass down here right now before I come up and drag it down!" He yells again, he definitely sounded angrier this time. But seriously did he expect me to believe he would climb up this tree, I know he works out but I mean he's not 21 anymore.
"I'd like to see you try!" I yell back. Yep, he is definitely going to kill me now, but it's just so fun pissing him off.
When he doesn't yell back I assume he's gone back inside, probably to get my Mom. Stepping back round the tree I place my hand on a branch above me and swear when I feel someone grab my wrist. I flinch to my right and see my Dad glaring at me. He's on the branch below me but can still somehow reach above my height. Why didn't I get his tall gene?
"You were saying," He snarls and throws me over his shoulder. Seriously Dad?
"Dad! Put me the fuck down! I can get down myself!" I protest squirming in his arms, within a few seconds we are on the grass again and he places me on the floor.
"You need to watch your language." He snaps "Now get your ass into bed right now, we'll talk about this in the morning!"
When I don't move he takes a step closer to me so we were only a cm apart, "Do I need to carry you to bed as well?"
Sighing in frustration, I push past him and make my way inside. I can picture his smug smirk on his face and I want to punch him for it.
I wake up late the next morning, not too late for a Saturday though. I really should have snuck out on a day my Dad had to work the next morning so I could avoid him at all costs.
After pulling on some jogging bottoms and a hoodie I walk downstairs. I poke my head around the door of the kitchen to see who was in there. When I realise nobody is, I sigh in relief.
"Thomas Grey, what are you up to?" I jump at the voice and turn to face my older brother grinning down at me.
"Fuck, Theo, you scared me." I hiss punching him in the arm. He laughs and slings an arm around me as we walk in the kitchen.
"Avoiding Dad are we?" He asks knowingly, a smirk on his lips.
I look up at him with narrowed eyes. "How did you know that?"
Theo walks over to the fridge and pulls two bottles of orange juice out. He hands one to me before taking the seat next to me.
"Dad was fuming about it this morning, he was going to wake you up but Mom convinced him to let you sleep in. She told him you'd had a late night so would be tired and he had to agree." My brother explains but as he does a grin appears on his face "He went with Mom to work but apparently he's back now,"
Turning around I gaze through the window and see my Dad step out of the car followed by Taylor.
"Fuck!" I hiss, and jump off my seat. I make a run for it but before I can even get halfway up the stairs the door swings open.
"Not so fast young man, get back down here." My Dad orders from the doorway. He's glaring up at me so I make the smart decision and run.
I sprint up the stairs and slam my bedroom door shut, quickly locking it. I can hear my father's bounding footsteps and then him banging on the door.
"Open this door right now Thomas, or Lord help me I will break it down!" He yells and I know he's bluffing. Smiling to myself I fall back onto my bed and listen to the comforting sounds of my Dad shouting bloody murder.
After a few minutes the shouting stops and I realise Christian Grey, for the first time in his life has given up.
I turn my laptop on and scroll through my Facebook account. It's interrupted when I hear a loud bang and before I know it my door falls to the ground revealing Taylor, and my Dad standing behind him with an angry, but smug look on his face.
"You did not just do that!" I yell in disbelief as I stare at my door which is now on the floor.
"Get downstairs now!" My Dad shouts so loud Taylor flinches.
I roll my eyes which makes him even angrier and lead the way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to find my sister eating some waffles. I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes at me.
"Sit," My Dad orders pushing me down on the seat next to my sister. She narrows her eyes at me, but then slides one of her waffles onto a plate and pushes it in front of me.
"No thanks," I mumble pushing it away. If it is possible my Dad becomes angrier.
"Since when have you not liked waffles? Eat them now." He snaps.
"I said, no thanks." I repeat louder this time and with a smirk, just too really push him over the edge.
"Eat your fucking food, Thomas!" He yells running his hands through his hair.
"If you're so obsessed with it eat it yourself," I snap back and his eyes widen in shock. Then shock is replaced with anger. Again.
"Thomas I am -" He's cut off by my brother shouting from the other room.
"Dad! I really need your help with something! It's important!" He yells and my Dad glares at me before storming off in search of my brother.
I grin at my sister as I begin to eat the waffle, I pour some syrup on it and she sighs at me. "Why do you always have to rile him up so much, Tommy? He takes it out on all of you know. Yesterday because you'd pissed him off he wouldn't let me go out with my friends." She tells me angrily.
"Sorry Phoebe, but it's just too much fun," I reply quietly with a grin. Shoving the last bit of waffle in my mouth. I get up and walk out of the kitchen, however my timing couldn't be worse because I walk straight into my Dad.
"Oh no you don't," He snarls grabbing me by the right arm and dragging me back into the kitchen. He pushes me down on the seat and then stands in front of me, his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.
"Where the fuck did you go last night that meant you had to sneak out in the middle of the night?" He yells gripping the table as he stands.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I mutter with a smirk.
He runs his hands through his hair and smiles smugly. What has he done to be so proud of? I eye him warily. "You know if you don't tell me I will just check the tracker in your phone."
I laugh at this and he looks taken back. His eyes narrow at me. "Oh Dad, I turned that off weeks ago, do you seriously think I'm an idiot?"
He slams his fist against the table. "No but I think sometimes you're too smart for your own good! What happens if you had gotten in trouble? A car crash?" he yells.
"Well to be honest Dad, I think hospitals have recently found ways of contacting people if their loved ones turn up injured." I reply sarcastically. I pull my blackberry out of my pocket and begin to send a text, until the phone is snatched out of my hand.
"Hey!" I protest trying to grab it back but my Father holds it out of my reach.
"Is this who you were meeting?" He asks scrolling through the messages "Jay? Who's Jay? We don't know a Jay,"
"Give me my phone back right now!" I yell pushing him in the chest trying to grab it back. He smirks evilly down at me, with a raised eyebrow.
"One day you might be tall enough to take me Thomas, but today is not that day." He snarls and puts my phone in his pocket. I groan and sit back down, resting my head in my arms on the table.
"Who is this Jay?" My Dad asks loudly but he isn't yelling.
"Just a friend," I mutter but it's muffled because my head is in my hands.
He grabs the hood on my hoodie and uses it pull my head up. "Look at me when you're talking to me, Thomas. What did you and this Jay do so late last night that you couldn't ask me about?"
"We went and met up with some girls." I mutter not in the mood to fight anymore.
This seems to interest him because he takes a seat opposite me. "Which girls? I'll need to run a background check on them, and also this Jay. What's his last name?"
I scoff. "You'll be damned if you think I'm telling you."
"Thomas, for once in your life can you do as I ask?" He is yelling again now.
"But if I did that it would be so out of character," I reply cheekily. He runs his hand through his hair again, he always does it when he doesn't know what to say.
"If you keep up this attitude you'll be finding yourself constricted to this house for the next month." He warns with dark eyes.
"What are you going to do? Put locks on my windows? Get more security?" I quip with a smirk.
He returns the smirk. "I will do both those things,"
My eyes widen but I quickly regain myself. "You wouldn't." but I know he will, the control freak that he is.
He laughs but it isn't a proper laugh. "Oh my boy, you underestimate me."
I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I really am my father's son. "Fine, I'm sorry Dad. We were seeing some girls and then we went to a late night movie, alright? They're all older than me and they don't have a psycho for a father." He scowls at the last part but nods, running his finger over his chin.
"Very well, you're still grounded for sneaking out. So in total, adding up all your punishments from the last week, you're grounded for 4 months." He says sternly. Yeah right am I.
"If you go and get dressed into some proper clothes I'll take you fishing?" He asks and I can see the hopeful look in his eyes. I know he feels since we are growing up we don't want to spend time with him anymore, which is partly true.
"Eh I don't know Dad…" I mumble with a sad smile.
He sits down in front of me again. "Come on Thomas, we haven't been in ages." His eyes are pleading and I have to look away.
"Take Phoebe or Theo?" I suggest but that ideas killed when they both shout no and that they're busy. I know for a fact they aren't busy.
"It's not like you have anything else to do, you're grounded remember?" He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I sigh in defeat.
"Fine but don't get grumpy when I catch more fish than you," I tease him with a grin. He grins back and ruffles my hair. Talk about mood swings.