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'What the hell were you thinking Natalie?' Taylor scolded in his daughter's hospital room. '…You know what? You weren't thinking!'

'…Dad… don't shout… please! I have a headache.'

'You're having a hangover and you're dehydrated.' He continued as he moved forward and placed his hand on his daughter's arm, and softened up. '… you scared the crap out of me…'

'I'm sorry dad.' Natalie admitted.

'You realise in how much danger you've put yourself?' Taylor continued as he closed his eyes in pain. 'What has gotten into you? And where did you get those clothes from? I never approved of those! Let alone buying them!'

'I just wanted to have fun…'

'… and what about all that smooching?'

'um… I should have told you this… but Mark and I are a thing.'

'… and you don't even give me the heads up Natalie?'

'… dad you would run backgrounds checks, gave him the speech, shown him your gun… you would have scared away and I didn't want that.'

'I just want you to be safe.'

'I know daddy… but some things are too much.'

'Let me tell you what…' Taylor continued as he climbed on the bed beside his daughter. '… right now rest… we'll take this conversation later when you feel better.'

'Does that mean I'm not grounded?'

'I didn't say that kiddo.' Taylor smirked. '… you have three whole months no laptop no phone and no shopping. Unless you need your laptop to do school work, you won't use it. And you can forget sleep overs for the next 2 months.'

'Dad! That's unfair!'

'What is unfair is that you ditched me, put yourself in trouble and danger, and gotten drunk.' He continued as he played with his daughter's hair. '… lied to me and your mother, and lied to Christian Grey… you know how protective and he is of Sera… and look where she ended up.'

'Dad, I encouraged her to accept the drink… do you think it's my fault…'

'Partially… but don't worry about that… she never holds a grudge…' Taylor continued. 'You didn't know her drink was spiked… and from this day onwards, you'll be having Prescott on your tail.'

'What?'

'Yes… she'll be driving you anywhere, taking you to school… driving you to your drama lessons… shopping… everything…'

'So I'm like Sera now? 24 hour 7 with security?'

'Yes…'

'But daddy! I screwed up once!'

'You screwed up big time… and you have to learn that for any decision you make, you will have consequences. Whether they're good or bad.'

'So you'll making some random guy following me and driving me wherever I go?'

'IT's not a guy Natalie… It's Samantha Prescott. She's was a former bodyguard of Grey Enterprises. She was on vacation. Grey and I decided that it's the best for you.' He explained.

'Since when Grey decides what's best for me?' She answered back with hate. 'He better makes some good decisions for his own blood.'

'What do you mean?'

'Nothing…' Natalie answered. 'I'm tired…'

'Sleep ladybug… I'll be here… your mother is on her way.'

'Mrs Grey… good news…' Dr. Vinger started. 'Your daughter is clear from any STD's, HIV, and pregnancy...' He continued while my mother exhaled a large amount of air as she rested her mind. 'The police are here to take her report.'

'Can they wait till the psychiatrist arrives?' She asked slowly.

'Yes… they have some questions for you and your husband first.'

'Thanks Doctor.' My mother answered as she saw my father on the line.

'Yes John…' He started. 'I don't know… she hasn't said anything as yet… and the police are here for the report to be filed.' He continued as he rubbed his face.

'I'm free, I'll come down now.' He replied as he grabbed his hospital card and office keys. 'She will need private sessions Christian, not as an outpatient here.' He continued as he pressed the elevator button.

'Yeah… sure… anything…' Dad replied.

'I will need some time with her.' He continued.

'We're her parents John.'

'This is not easy for her… you need to give her time.'

'Ok… ' Dad answered before hanging up on Flynn and joined his wife.

'Flynn's coming down.' Dad told mum.

'We have another thing… the police wants to have our statement.' Mum continued as she dried some of her tears. 'We better stay with her, till the John arrives.'

I stared outside the window. It was a cold day outside, with snow falling blissfully on the ground, making patches and covering the tarmac road and plants with pure white. I saw kids running around with their parents… other having snow ball fights… others doing snow angels… doctors and nurses taking their coffee break there… everybody consumed in their perfect little lives… and little do they know that outside their happy walls, there is a world full of hatred, consumption, greed… loneliness… my parents have everything… money, wealth, security, a never ending house… and they don't realise what their priorities are…

Sometimes I ask myself… am I imagining things? Is this reality?

From my room I could see them argue. My mother fretting with her hands, and dad's face sold it all. He was angry, and I was deeply scared that he was to do something he regretted. Few paces away from them, I could see the police. I didn't want to do it… if anything I wanted to forget what happened… not dealing with it… just burying it inside… and forget all of it… I didn't need help… I didn't need anything…

I decided to try and move… I needed to walk and go to the bathroom. Besides I wanted to see myself in the mirror. My mother noticed from outside what I was about to do. They busted into the room faster than I could stand on my feet.

'Peanut… easy…' Dad said as he came to take my arm for support.

'No need… I can do it.' I replied as I refused his help and stood up… but everything started spinning. It was dad that caught me before I crashed to the floor.

'Easy there!' He said again as he held me from my waist. I felt panic rising… I didn't want anyone to touch me… anywhere where he touched me…

'Please…' I begged, while my mother noticed what I was talking about.

'Christian… gentle.' She told him as she took my hand. 'Where do you need to go, sweetheart?'

'Bathroom.'

'Ok… Do you need my help?'

'No… I can do it on my own.' I answered back as I shook her hand off and held to the piece of iron where I had the drip and antibiotics in my arm, and made my way to the bathroom.

As I closed the door, my mother turned to dad. He sat there dumbstruck with what happened. She knew how it was hitting on Christian…

'Christian…'

'She's afraid of me! She doesn't want me to touch her!'

'It's not your fault Christian… she's fragile right now!'

'I'm her father!'

'… exactly… and right now… she needs you to understand not be hurt…'

I stood in front of the mirror. I couldn't recognise myself… My face was bruised… it had all shades of purple… my cheek was swollen, and it pained as I touched it. My hair was a mess, and I tried smoothing it out, and put it in a ponytail.

I felt the need to cut… I looked around, trying to search for a sharp object, but it was to no luck that I didn't find anything. I pinched myself hard in my stomach. Trying to relieve all the pain I was feeling… after digging my nails into my skin, I felt relief. Little did I realise that I had been in the bathroom for almost 20 minutes.

My mother knocked gently on my door. 'Sweetheart… are you ok?'

'Yes mum…' I said softly as I opened the door, and made my way back to the bed, noticing that dad wasn't there. 'Where is dad?'

'He's talking to John outside.'

'Flynn?' I asked.

'Yes… you need to…'

'I don't want to talk…'

'Sweetheart the police want to take the report.'

'Mum…' I was about to say, as the door opened and Flynn entered with dad.

'Hi Sera…' He greeted as he took the chart from my bed and started reading, and signed some papers, as he turned to my parents. 'I need few minutes with her… alone…' He advised.

My mother dropped a kiss on my forehead while dad held the palm of my hand, running smooth circles and kissed it before they left the room. Flynn moved forward and sat down on the edge of my bed, while I kept staring outside the window.

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