Fifty shades of grey sample
I remember the cold night as mom ran to the big yellow car. She threw me into the seat and passed the man a price of paper with a number 2 0 on it.
"Bus depot" she said and we sped off from uncle Kyle and aunty Sophia house leaving Clara my cousin and Angela my Baby sister behind. "Angea" I pronounced.
"Angela belongs to aunty Sophia now, you wanted to come right?" I nodded I go anywhere with mommy.
We pulled up beside this building and it had buses beside it. "Thanks, Chris let's go." I bounced out of the car and grabbed mommy's hand. We walked into the building as I looked around mommy's hand slipped out of mine. "Chris we have to move now!" I kept looking up at the ceiling. "Christian! Now!" Hearing mommy's cross voice did nothing to me. It was when she called me "You little maggot! Get over here now!" I looked at her dead on. She promised when she moved into uncle Kyle's house she would stop calling me that. "Fine Maggot stay here with uncle Kyle and aunt Sophia." "No mommy no!" I chased after her. She walked to a booth and put down more paper. "What you doing mommy?" She looked at me as I asked, "quiet you!" She snapped, I looked down. All I had on was my G. I. Joe pyjamas, my favourite pyjamas where at aunty Sophia's house. Mommy wore her brown boots she got from aunty Sophia and me for Christmas, and blue pants, along with her red coat, it brought me comfort knowing we loved the same colour. She pushed her long brown hair from her face over her shoulder and scooped me up in her arms, we walked back outside to the big busses, we walked up to one that said "Detroit"
"We are going home to Detroit Christian" mommy said.
"Angea?" I pointed the way we came and I asked.
"No sweetie we are never coming back to Toronto." I became cold, then a noise came from my mouth. "Noooo!" I was placed on the ground, and felt her hands slap me repeated. Nobody cared, nobody saw, she pulled me up to her face. "I gave you a choice at the house maggot, you could come with me or stay behind! You followed me out of bed it was clear you wanted to come! Now shut up wipe the tears off your face and let's go!" I sobbed for a another minute then pulled my sleeve across my face wiping my tears and any boogers from my face. I wish uncle Kyle was here, he would pull me close and wipe my tears and say "it's okay buddy" but I guessed it was my fault. Again. Before Angea it was always my fault, my fault my mom couldn't be an actress, my fault my mom put needles in her arms smoked nasty cigarettes and stank like drink. My mommy having strange daddies come over. It was all my fault.
We pulled into Detroit and I remember my mommy carrying me down the steps of the bus I pretended to sleep so she would carry me and not drag me everywhere. She marched over to the crib to where I heard his voice he stank like drink and smoke. I closed my eyes real tight so I won't see his face. It was the face of a monster, "I see you still have the little shit, I thought your sister was taking him too." Mommy's shoulders lifted then fell, "She didn't want him." That's a lie I thought, but I knew never to speak around this man. She got into the car and had me on her lap. Me eyes shut, I stayed quiet, I never liked this man.
"I can't why you can't put the little shit up for adoption your life would have more options if you know what I mean." She looked over at him. "Yes but his dad's family has money for him to claim and when the D.n.a. tests come back. So I'm holding out for that." She rubbed my hair and kissed me. I opened my eyes and looked up at my mother, her grey eyes were black as night, I pulled at Mommy's coat, "yes?" She asked, "I love you mommy" she smiled and said nothing back. I longed for my mommy even at times when I had to pee and I was scared. That's when "you little shit!" She pushed me off of her, I cried, "I'm sorry mommy!" I ruined my second favourite pyjamas and I peed on mom's jeans and shirt. "Fuck! You couldn't hold it you little maggot?" I shook my head, the man who stank like drink pulled over, "home." We drove up to our old house, I looked up at mom as she got out. How I hated it here but at least it was home. I got out of the car and was told to march up to the apartment. I did as I was told. As soon as mom unlocked the door I went to the bathroom to change hoping mom would come in, he came in. "Strip boy" I took my clothes off and he left with them. I don't think he was washing them, I peeked around the corner and found him throwing them away. I screamed only to have him and his black boots come back to me. He grabbed me by the hair and put me in the tub and turn the water on, it was cold and I shivered at the touch of it. "good boys who don't pee on they're mothers get warm water." I screamed as he washed me in the icy water. After I was yanked out and wiped down with an old smelly towel. Aunt Sophia's towels smelled clean and like lemons this one smelt like poo-poo. He grabbed me again and put me in a smelly white oversized t-shirt, I was on the couch. At least the man won't want to hit with his belt. I listened to hear sounds come from mom's room and I cried hoping she would stop the noises then the man came out, "shut up you little shit!"
I woke up in a cold sweat it, it was a night Ana was sleeping with Angela in our bed. Angela four hours on her feet had become a problem and having her cuddle with Ana drove me nuts but it was the only way to know to keep her comferble and less stressed as Dr. Green put it, in other words I couldn't sleep with my wife.
I threw back the covers on Guest room bed and walked down the darken hallway to our room, the door was wide open, as the air conditioner was on full blast, considering it was only early spring the girls must have been hot, even though there was two woman in my bed they were both pregnant with three babies. There was Ana on my side with her back to Angela a pillow on her back with my sisters big belly on the pillow, a pillow in between her legs and her curled on her side. Angela tucked her large body carrying my nieces was fast asleep with her pillows and blankets tucked and stuffed in and around her, if I was to tuck in beside them it would have to be beside Angela and even then she might have a panic attack when she woke up. Better not. I walked back to the guest room collected a pillow and my blanket and walked back to the Master bedroom. I pulled close to my wife's side and was soon back to sleep.
I heard the clock alarm go off on my side, I reached for it and felt a warm hand place over top of mine, "morning Mr. Grey, I thought you were sleeping in the guest room." I clicked the alarm off and pulled my arm back and began to rub my face of the little sleep I got. "I had another night terror." Ana nodded, "you hadn't had one in years. I wonder why..." She looked over to Angela, as did I. "I can think of one reason" we watched her stir in her sleep, "I better get up before she freaks out." I climbed up from my floor bed and made my way out of room to collect my clothes for the day, that way my sister won't freak out about having me in her personal space, to which she clung to Ana like a life raft. She didn't want men any strange men in her space, even me.
I picked my clothes out after I did I made my way out of the closet, and found a very groggy looking Angela looking back at me and the wheels in her head turn on. "Shit!" The look of terror flooded her face as she turned and ran from me. "Angela stop! Ana is in the shower, don't run out!" She ran to the living room almost to the front door, there was Taylor and Sawyer two of my best men and Angela didn't know them well. All of a sudden her large body came to a grinding haul, she gripped the couch til her knuckles were white, a howl escaped her as she collapsed to the floor, I came to her side, As did the men, I pointed and looked up at them to stay back. I looked down as Angela held her large belly "what's wrong?" She grabbed my hand in hopes for pain relief but with that it just hurt more for me and her. "Ow!" she pointed to the babies, she was still early to deliver but there was too much stress, she needed to deliver and she needed it soon.
Two hours out of Ana's soon to busy day we found my sister had gone into false labour and because of it she was now in the hospital as per her, my wife's doctor, my mother, and Angela's doctor request. I felt bad I had put her in there due too much trauma this morning, she was only a month before her due date, and with the twins and her body being so heavy it was normal for the body to want the babies out. Wishing Nicolas Angela's husband didn't dump Angela on us but since her family out casted her we were her only hope. I called Nicolas from my office.
"You have reached Nicolas Pratt, I am unavailable right now but if you leave me a message I will get back to you soon." The message machine clicked on and I spoke.
"Mr. Fairchild, it's Christian Grey here, your wife went into false labour this morning, I don't want her to go in to labour while your out of town, let alone out of this country." A thought came into my head but it would mean I would have to call on another line one that the cops won't trace. "Just come home soon." And I hung up my work phone
"Andrea, can you go get Joe Blanc on the line." It was a shot in the dark but if I got him on the line then I could in touch with Joe, then Nicolas shouldn't be hard to get a hold of. That and his line was not yet tapped as Nicolas's and mine were. Thinking back to what that monster did to Angela, and how he beat Nicolas to a pulp on Christmas morning. If I was in his position with twins on the way, I would do what I had to do to protect my family. He might going about this the wrong way.
"Mr. Grey, Mr. Fairchild on line one." Andrea buzzed in. I picked up the phone.
"Mr. Fairchild," I answered. His laugh boomed over the line, "Grey oh so formal, face it I'm married to your sister shouldn't we be passed on the formalities." He chuckled. I hated this man I hated how he did business as he father did it, taking unnecessary business risks although they paid off. They always seem callous, unprotected, and unpredicted. "I'm calling for your wife's sake, she is the hospital now because I scared her by being in the master bedroom this morning and she became frighten and ran away and fell into false labour." I heard his breathing change. "bingo I got him his wife is his weakness." I thought. I heard him cry for a moment, "I'm so close to this guy Christian. But I don't want Angela to be drag through a grand jury because of this."
"I don't know what you mean?"
"I mean if she is questioned about what happened in her rapes she will relive it, she will shut down, that's why I don't want her in the hospital, because he will get to her and not only hurt her but he will find a way to hurt our babies. That's why I want her there with you. The closer she is to family the less likely he will strike on her. Please Christian protect her like she is your wife." I thought about it.
"I have one of my guys sitting outside of her room to make sure she has no unauthorized visitors so anybody that doesn't look Ana, myself, my mother, my wife's doctor, or her doctor, will not get in to see her." I reassured him.
"Christian it doesn't matter how he will do it, he will find a way to strike and when he does he will make her suffer. Please agasit her will bring her home. That's an order!" Then the line went dead. I knew the police would be hot on Nicolas's trail, even after that call. But all it was worth it think I might have brought Angela's rapist from the shadows.