Christian's POV

We all boarded on the yacht with Taylor and Sawyer with us. We never left anywhere without security. It was the one thing I never could be lenient on. Emotionally, I could finally see my daughter getting back to herself, however physically… we still had a very long way to go. She keeps pushing herself, and I could see her. She held tightly to Ana's arm for support. She didn't want to admit defeat, and after the she pushed herself and walked on The Grace, we all made our way to the living room. The Grace resembled more of a home rather than a yacht.

'Honey, what do you say if you change into something comfortable and we'll watch a movie or two?' Ana suggested as she helped Sera to the couch.

'Um… sure…' She said again as she stood up immediately only to have me run by her side.

'Easy! Take few minutes first. Then do so…' I suggested

'No… I'm fine dad…' She smiled as she held on for support and moved forward.

'Taylor, can you please help her?' I asked him as I saw him move forward to her.

'Right away Sir.' He smiled as he took my daughter's arm.

Ana's POV

I had to admit it. She has no preferences on neither of us. She loves us both… and finally I can see my old daughter again. That light in her eyes is returning slowly, and her smile is sincere not cold and forced as it used to. I can feel positivity in her, and for once, I can feel that she doesn't want to keep restraining. However, she's as hard headed and stubborn as her own father. She doesn't want to admit defeat.

'What are we going to do Christian?' I asked him as we went to our bedroom, and changed into more comfortable clothing. 'She doesn't want any help and doesn't want to rely on us…'

'Well, for starters, we have to make her feel that she can depend on us. It's what John advised us to do…' He replied as I took my shirt off and saw his gaze running up and down.

'Do you see something you like Mr. Grey?' I asked seductively.

'Ohh, very much Mrs. Grey…' He replied back as he moved forward pulling me into his embrace.

'You know… this morning was amazing!' I replied.

'I know… would you like a repeat of that? Only better?' He asked as he started kissing and nibbling into my neck.

'I'd love to Mr. Grey, but we should make it fast… our daughter is here…'

'We won't take long…' He smiled as he raised his eyebrow that drove me nuts. He always knew how to make me fall in love with him over and over again. 'This will be for both of us baby… let me make love to you…'

'Yes Christian…' I smiled as I went forward to the deep kiss. It drove me head over heels. I let his tongue explore my mouth, while I trusted my tongue into his mouth. Little I knew that he had already worked on my bra and removed them. Soon he was kissing me all over and in an instant he laid me down gently on the bed, where he came on top of me, and with one instant move, he filled me deep. He started moving slowly yet constantly, each and every time building climax.

'Let go Ana…' He ordered hoarsely while I obeyed. I felt myself getting warmer and warmer and with every push he kept doing, I kept feeling my body all wobbly. 'Yes Ana… that's it…' He said as I felt my body jerk and out of control. With another hard push he stilled into me, and I felt his warm seed inside of me. 'I love you Mrs. Grey.'

'I love you too very much Mr. Grey.' I replied as I opened my eyes and kissed him again. He exited slowly from me, and lied down beside me.

'Ana…' He started again as he took my hand while we both were still panting. 'You have made me the happiest man on this earth. You married me; you loved me and accepted me as I am. You helped me through everything, you gave me your heart and trust completely, and you gave me a beautiful daughter, and although we had our ups and downs, we had worked through them all… Thank you for making me your man…' He confessed. 'Thank you for making a man out of me Ana…'

'Christian, I love you and I married you because I truly do love you. I wish you can see that you deserve more than you give yourself. We have a family together, and I'm glad we never gave up on us during those times…' I smiled as I kissed him lightly. '…and as for making a man out of you, I'd say you were already a man. You just needed to realise that…' I smiled. 'Thank you for making me your wife…' I smiled.

'…and I'm glad I've never let you go Ana!' He replied again, while I checked my digital clock.

'Sera's taking long…' I expressed my thoughts in worry.

'I'll go check on her after I get a quick shower…' Christian replied as he kissed me and went quickly to the bathroom. '…you my baby, take your time…' He continued.

Sera's POV

I opened my closet, and realized that everything was already placed neatly. Guess Mrs. Bentley was already on full speed ahead of work. She was a nice woman… not as nice as Gail… I'd rather if Gail was here rather than Bentley, but she was still always nice to me. I started taking everything out slowly. They weren't quite my way. I had to re-organize everything for the 3 days that we were going to spend sailing.

I started aligning everything my length then my alphabetical order of colour. I started folding everything in alignment, not having nothing sticking out, or nothing different. Everything in perfect order. I was finally seeing something familiar. Something that I could yet control.

Christian's POV

'Taylor is my daughter still in her room?' I asked as I saw him waiting at the stairs.

'Yes Sir…' He replied.

'Ok, thanks… and please… call me Christian…' I smiled as I squeezed his shoulder. 'You know my family more than anyone. We count you as one…' I added as I made my way upstairs.

I saw that the door wasn't completely shut. I made sure not to make any sounds. I opened the door gently as I heard some mumbling. I saw her placing everything into order… into perfection… she was so engorged in what she was doing that she didn't notice that I had entered beside her. I moved forward and gently, not trying to scare her, I placed my hands on her shoulder.

'Sera…' I started gently as I saw that she hadn't even realised that I was there, while she jumped a little. 'Easy there kiddo…'

'Sorry dad… I didn't realise you were here…'

'Don't worry about that…' I replied as she went back to the task. 'You've been in here for almost half an hour Sera… What are you doing?'

'Um… just unpacking dad…' she replied as she placed everything in the closet.

'Didn't Mrs. Bentley do them?' I asked her.

'Yeah… she did… I just didn't like them…' She replied again.

'Sera…' I stopped her as I held her hand near her wrist. 'Look at me…' I insisted. 'They are perfect as they are going to get…'

'Dad… please…' She insisted again as she tried letting go of my grip.

'No Sera… this… this thing is consuming you…' I explained to her gently. 'Let me tell you what… I'll help you out with these…' I suggested while she nodded gently and we started doing them together. She remained quiet. I could see she was watching my every move and fixing anything that I may have not done right to her standards. I realised… this was a form of OCD. 'Why do you do it?' I asked her not realizing that I voiced my question.

'Come again?'

'Why do you do this?' I asked her again.

'What do you mean?' She replied as she looked down and continued fixing her desk.

'This Sera… Why do you feel the need to have everything in perfection… everything in order…'

'I don't know… I just feel the need to do so…' She replied as she avoided my gaze. 'It's like I have something in me that tells me what I have to constantly do… slowly I'm trying to shut it… but sometimes…'

'…it resurfaces?' I asked her helping her out.

'Yeah…' She replied. 'Um… I'm going to change… please… don't move anything?' She asked gently.

'I won't…' I smiled as I continued folding everything and she quickly went into the bathroom. I made sure to hear her. I knew that over an hour passed from breakfast, but I still wanted to make sure she wouldn't make herself sick. At times, I myself was getting paranoid… but I couldn't help it. Few minutes later she came back out, and I remained staring at her… at her emaciated body. She was starting to eat slowly, but she was still severely undernourished, and it pained me seeing my daughter in that state… and it was all our fault… all because we neglected her.

'Dad?' She asked as she realized I was staring at her. 'Are you ok?'

'Yeah…' I smiled. 'I should ask you that…' I added as she moved forward to her bed and folded her clothes while I finished my last shirt. 'Sera… why did you do it? Why did you starve?' I asked her as I moved forward to her and sat her on my lap.

'Dad…'

'No… I want to understand…' I replied as I searched for her eyes. 'I want to know…'

'I don't have an answer dad… It starts normally… and then… I don't know… I just didn't feel hungry anymore… didn't feel the need to eat… and I just stopped doing so…' She replied gently while I ran smooth circles over her palm.

'Why couldn't you tell us how you felt before?'

'You already had a lot on your mind dad…' She admitted. 'I didn't think you'd want my problems…besides…' She stopped half-way as she looked away from me.

'…besides what Sera?'

'Nothing…'

'Sera… I can't understand if you don't tell me…' I encouraged her.

'Dad… whenever I did something wrong, instead of punishing me like a normal parent you took spanking… do you remember when you spanked me without my underwear because I disobeyed you? Do you remember when you pulled me from my hair?' She admitted while I closed my eyes in pain.

'You remember?' I asked her chokingly.

'How can I forget dad?' She replied as she closed her eyes while the scene replayed in my mind.

Flashback 2010

'Sera get your ass down here now!' I shouted from downstairs.

'Christian take it easy on her! It wasn't her fault!' Ana tried calming me down.

'Take it easy my ass! I'll teach her a lesson she won't ever forget! She won't ever escape from school!' I replied in anger as I went upstairs to her room only to find her afraid of me. 'Sera get here now!' I ordered.

'Dad I can explain!' She replied again as she moved backwards from me.

'You had ample time for that… I'm counting to three… if you don't come here I'm getting you!' I retorted. '1!' I started. '2!'

'Dad!' She begged.

'3!' I finished. 'That's it…' I said again as I moved forward and grabbed her from her hair and pulled her.

'DADD!' She screamed while Ana tried stopping me! 'YOU'RE HURTING ME!' She screamed again.

'Christian let her go! It wasn't her fault!' Ana said again as she tried stopping me while I entered my study.

'Ana, move over!' I ordered as I placed Sera across my knee and started spanking her. 'I'll teach you when and how to escape from school!' I said in anger. 'You go there to learn! Not to escape!'

'CHRISTIAN FUCKING STOP IT!' Ana shouted at me as she held my hand upwards and looked straight into my eyes. She lifted off our crying daughter and held her to her. 'Shh baby girl! Everything will be ok…' She comforted while she glared at me. 'You ass…' she started. '…the teacher hit our daughter with a metal ruler! Sera escaped because of the teacher!' She shouted at me.

'What?' I asked in disbelief.

'Yeah! Our daughter's teacher had been hitting the kids all year round, which is why our daughter had been coming home with bruises all over Christian! I reported this abuse…'

'Why didn't you tell me?' I asked her as I realised what a mistake I had just done while she kept comforting a hysterically crying Sera.

'…because you didn't give me a chance to explain you idiot!' She angrily replied as she exited my study with our daughter in her arms.

End of Flashback

'I'm very sorry Sera… I never wanted to hurt you…'

'Well… you did dad…' She admitted as she looked down at her hands. 'I felt abused at school and abused at home… and the worst part was that you are my father… and yet I felt you to be a monster, because you never wanted to listen… anger always got the best of you dad…'

'Is that how you feel about me? Is that why you are afraid of me?' I asked her in disbelief.

'Yes…' She admitted.

'You shouldn't be Sera! It is my fault what I did! But I was still hung up on Jason's death… I couldn't quite control anything…'

'…but you could control your anger like that…'

'Is that why you cut?'

'I… don't know… it's more of a rush…'

'…and the drugs?' I asked her again.

'Dad… I promise I did them once! Never ever again…'

'I believe you… you never lied on things like these…' I replied again as I turned her hand and started pulling her sleeve up. I traced every scar, ever mark… some felt sharp, and some felt soft… they were over each other, and I couldn't understand how she could take all this physical pain. It would have crushed me, having to cut myself to release some endorphins and to control. Yet she had the guts to drag a knife to her arm.

'Dad it's not your fault…' She replied as she hugged me gently.

'Of course it is! I failed to see you were killing yourself… I failed to see you were cutting…' I admitted. 'I failed to see you were doing drugs… what else am I in the dark at?' I asked as I let her comfort me. I was supposed to do the comforting, yet she was doing it to me.

'Dad… listen to me… you had a lot on your mind, and I don't blame you or anyone… I did this to myself, because I thought I could handle it and stop whenever I wanted to… guess I was wrong and I admit that I need help to overcome this. I want to be better, but blaming yourself will only make things worse, because then you will drive yourself into depression which will worry mum and I won't have my parents again… and I want you both to be happy… not to mention… who is going to be there for mum if you crumble dad? You've been such a rock to everyone! Be a rock to yourself… I love you dad no matter what… yes we had some differences, but that doesn't make us hate each other… does it?' she asked.

'No… it doesn't…'

'Good… then let's forget the past and see the future… yes we do have to see what we did wrong in the past, but that doesn't mean we should be stuck in there, dad… we should move forward and look towards better days. Yes I know this isn't easy on any of you, and I'm sorry for all the pain I'm causing… but really… you shouldn't worry…' she smiled as we got up from my lap and went to her laptop bag and brought out a small notebook. She handed it to me. 'Open it… and read it dad…'

At first I hesitated but then I obliged.

Dear Bert,

This is a new chapter and a new me… but first… I have to admit this to myself, and get this out. I am Sera Elizabeth Grey… and I am anorexic. I know it has always been the way I cope. I know I have a problem … and I know that if I don't do something, I'll die… and I don't want to die… I know that it is a long journey… and I know that it's not easy… and I know that I will refuse to eat… and that I won't be able to eat… but I will try… and I will beat this…

Sera…

I finished reading. 'Sera…' I only managed to get as I looked at her.

'I know that I can't do this alone… and I know that I won't ever be able to get rid of all these feelings, and I know that I won't be able to deal with everything… but I know one thing… that I will be able to get back to what I used to be once dad…' She finished. I automatically moved forward and hugged her. I felt tears watering my eyes. I never heard her being this honest with me. I could finally see that there is light to the end of the tunnel.

'Sera, you cannot imagine how happy I feel right now! I don't want to lose you!' I started

'…and neither do I!' Ana added as she entered the room and joined the embrace.

'How long have you been here mum?'

'Long enough to know I have such a strong beautiful mature daughter…' She smiled as she kissed Sera's forehead. 'We both love you Sera… don't ever forget that…'

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