They took her in immediately, and ran some tests. She had cerebral spinal fluid building in her brain and it had to be aspirated via a lumbar puncture. Ana and I remained with her, although she was unconscious. My mother performed it and while we held her hand. Her hand was so small in mine. I was worrying she was relapsing again since she started University, and I think I am right. She always avoided confrontation, especially from me… I just wanted her to be open with me. I wanted her to be comfortable talking to me.

She was doing so much damage to herself… Especially thinking about her future… If she continued on like this she could end up not being able to have kids… she was already risking osteoporosis. Her body constantly hurt, and no amount of hot water bottles were helping her. She always said that she's handling it well, and that she's all right… and that she can do it. She deals with everything unless they have to do with herself. She hated anything that required facing her own fears. She felt comfortable in her own little world, and was afraid to let go. I could understand her, because that's what I faced. BDSM was my control… it was all I knew… until it came to truly face my own demons. Only hers were different… hers were deadly…

I kept rubbing smooth circles on her hand, while Ana remained pacing away. She couldn't take seeing our daughter that way… and I could understand her… but I had to be a spoke to both my girls. I had to never give up… even if it's the last thing that I'd do. I want to learn what my daughter is…how she thinks and feels… her favourite things and anything she hates… her ways… anything that a parent should know about their kids… anything that I don't know about her… I've raised her wrong… I've raised her too independent… and for once I wanted her to be dependent on me. I wanted to hear her voice telling me that she needed my help… that she needed me to pick her up… that she needed me in anything… But that's the price I have to pay for letting all those years pass without being a decent father to her.

Tears streamed down my face whenever I remembered her as a baby in my arms… when she clung to my neck or leg and never wanted to let go of me… whenever she wanted me to do anything with her… even if it was the stupidest thing… even playing dress up when Ana wasn't around… Anything that a 5 year old used to do… I was always proud of calling her my baby… I was always proud of showing her off to anyone, and let anyone know that she's my daughter… my only life line… What had gotten into me to hurt her like this? To crush her from the insides and kill any blossoming flowers inside of her? What kind of parents are we to do this? My parents taught me better than this… Ana and I got too self-centred in anything… thinking that the world revolves around us… but it doesn't… and we had to learn this the hard way. John says that this is our wakeup call that time is limited… I want to go back in time and do everything differently… maybe our daughter wouldn't end up like this… wouldn't be hurt like this… but no… we had to be stubborn, selfish and egoists as parents… thinking only about success, to throw away anything that was important into our lives… throwing away the most important person in our lives… the one we've fought for on having… and this is the price we have to pay… our own blood's life… and now… she doesn't remember us…

'The pressure is reducing…' My mother notified us as Sera stirred.

'She's waking up…' I noticed. 'Baby?' I called her gently trying to suppress any tears.

'Mhmm…' She chocked as she fluttered her eyes.

'Grace?' Ana asked as she moved forward to her.

'Pinch her leg Ana…' She ordered as Sera whimpered. 'That's good…' She smiled.

'Sera?' Ana started as she finally opened her eyes.

'Mum?' she asked as she was about to move.

'Keep her still…' My mother said again as I held her tightly in place.

'Dad?'

'You can see?' I asked with a happy feeling in my heart.

'My back…'

'We're soon ready…' My mother notified us. 'Just hold on a little more…'

'Mummy?' She asked again, not able to form a coherent sentence.

'Hey baby…' She smiled, as she removed a lock of hair from her face.

'We're ready…' My mother said as she took out the needle. 'She may have a headache, and she shouldn't move for the next hour or so…' My mother ordered. 'If she starts bleeding again notify us immediately.' She ordered gently. 'I'll come and check on her later…' she smiled. '…and you ladybug… I want you to rest…' she said again as she exited the room.

'How are you feeling?' I asked her gently.

'Confused…' She replied. 'Wh..ere.. am I?' She stuttered. 'I mean… Wha..t… ha..ppene…ed?' She rephrased. I realised she still wasn't quite in her senses.

'You fainted…' I explained gently. 'There was pressure building in your brain and you lost your sight for few hours… your grandparents relived the pressure.' I smiled weakly.

'Why are you two crying?' she asked again trying to move.

'Don't move Sera…' I ordered gently.

'Honey…' Ana smiled. 'You should rest… we'll take care of the details later… ok?' She smiled weakly as she kissed her forehead.

'I'm sorry…' she replied. 'I heard you in your study… I'm sorry…' She begged.

'Shhh… It's not your fault…' I comforted. 'Honey, I know this is hard on you… It is hard on us as well… but we'll get through this… together… like we always had… ok?'

'Can we dad? It's been a week and I still can't remember anything…'

'Don't say that Sera… It's putting more stress on you, and you won't be able to take it…' Ana tried again. 'We'll tell you what… Once you feel better and you're discharged, we'll all go together for a picnic, just like we used to do when you were younger… it will bring some peace of mind, and maybe you will have surges of memory…' She suggested. 'Surrounding you with familiar things will actually do help you!'

'Yeah… and it would be a little fun getting away for some time…' I added while she nodded. '…but for now, I'd like you to get some rest… ok?'

'Mhmm…' She replied half sleepily.

I sent Ana home. She was in no state in remaining here. She hadn't slept all night. She kept crying and talking. I on the other hand, tried comforting her, and although I didn't get much sleep, I was still energetic. I got used to function on little sleep as possible. Plus, I needed some alone time with my daughter.

I looked at her face… she's so beautiful… face flawless just like an angel's sculpture… if it wasn't for the few scrapes on her forehead, eyebrows and split lip, you wouldn't have noticed that she wasn't well… I turned her hand and traced all the scars… all the scars Ana and I had made her do to release the turmoil and pain inside. They were all on top of each other. I never understood how someone could simply hurt themselves that way… how someone could drag a knife… a razor tearing their own skin. A flash back of the suicide letter I found came clear into my mind. This is only worse… She's alive… but with no memory…

The scars went up to her elbow. She always tried hiding them with some concealer, but since the infection one of the cuts formed, we decided to put a stop to this madness. One day they will fade away. She was still ashamed that we knew about everything. She wanted to be strong for all of us… We thought we had more time with her, only to realise that we had nothing. Nothing left… If she… she left us… or died… I don't think Ana and I could ever recover from the downfall… I think that would be the last of us…

I felt her hand move in mine, which brought me out of my deep trance. Her eyes fluttered open, and they were bloodshot. I looked at her and smiled weakly trying to hide my tears. She rubbed her head with her free hand and asked me to dim the lights. I called someone to give her something. I hated seeing her in pain. If I could, I would take it all on me, and free her from everything. That's my only wish. As they increased the morphine, she relaxed and looked at me, with her usual look. Certain things did remain the same. Only she couldn't remember.

'Are we going to keep staring at each other?' She finally broke the ice.

'Unless you want to talk?' I suggested.

'About?' She smiled weakly.

'Anything you want…' I replied.

'Dad… can I ask something?' She tried.

'Anything peanut…' I smiled lightly.

'Don't get me wrong here… but are you sure you're my father?' She asked as I took a shock of my life. 'I mean… don't get me wrong Dad… It's just… you look to young to have an 18 year old daughter…' she replied as I remained staring at her. 'I am 18… right?'

'Yes you are…' I replied. 'Why this doubt?'

'…many things…' She replied. 'For starters, you and mum look too young… secondly, you've told me everything since I was a baby… but you stopped till when I was around 12… I have almost a 6 year gap missing…' She continued as I cut her off.

'Well that we look young, I'll take it as a compliment…'

'…and it is…' She replied.

'…and as for that gap…' I stopped talking. I didn't know what to tell her. What was I supposed to say? That I've pushed her away? That's she's been abused? 'Sera it's too early to speak about these things…'

'Dad, you've been telling me for a week that this is too early! I need to know! It's my life after all!' She challenged. Yes, she remained the same, she just didn't remember it.

'It is your life, but you cannot…' I replied back as she threw head back.

'Dad! It's my life! You can't keep things from me! I'm tired of everybody playing in limits with me!' She threw back.

'I can and I will! You're my kid and I tell you what to do!'

'No dad you can't! One way or another I am going to find out. It's only how I'm going to arrive to answers.'

'Oh please! You don't remember anything!' I paced away as I ran my hands through my hair.

'Don't you think I don't know that I don't remember anything dad? Don't you think that I don't hurt calling you dad, and I don't remember what and how you are? What we've shared? What tears you apart and what makes you human? Both you and mum?'

'You want to know what tears me apart Sera? You fucking want to know?' I challenged her as I moved forward and raised her sleeve and shown her all her scars. 'These are for starters Sera… You cut yourself not even caring for anything, and you do it to take pain away. You saw your brother being brutally killed in front of you and you're fucking anorexic Sera Elizabeth… and you care nothing about yourself. Your mother and I have to be the ones to remind you and force you to eat… You've been raped and abused… and bullied…' I finally blurted out. 'You've tried killing yourself and I was the one finding you in the tub with an overdose and bleeding…' I continued. 'Is that what you fucking want to know?'

'What?' She asked in disbelief.

'Yeah…' I paced away as I let her hand go. 'That is why you don't want to remember…' I continued. 'I love you Sera, and your mother and I can't lose you. You died in my arms… you left me… you left us… We love you and if you're not going to remember we are going to be crushed… and that is your fault… because we love you… you forgave anything we did to you… you took us back with open arms… and you didn't look back… and that is your fault…' I spit out as it hit me what I just did. She dropped her gaze and I could see tears flowing down her cheek. I felt everything crush over me. I crossed the line… big time. 'Sera…' I tried as I moved forward and raised her face, as she pushed my hand away.

'Don't…' She said broken as she started bleeding again.

'Sera… you're bleeding…'

'Let me bleed… I'll take all the pain away…' She replied as she covered her nose while I pressed the emergency button. I brought her a basin and placed it under face. It was flowing at an alarming rate. Soon my mother came in and took over.

'What happened?' She asked me as we laid her down gently back to the bed.

'I…' I started as the monitors started lighting up as a Christmas tree.

'Get out Christian…' She quickly ordered.

'Mum…'

'Get out now Christian and call Ana… Tell her to be here immediately…'

'Why? What's happening?' I asked again.

'She has another brain haemorrhage we have to open her up again…' She said again as my father came in along with the chief. They dragged me out of her room, while they wheeled her away from me. I slid to the floor and cried. The last thing she heard from me was me freaking out and confronting her. Me being angry… That's the last thing I did… I brought this on her… It's my fault.

Taylor came running straight to me, as he saw her being wheeled out. He called Ana as my mother advised him. It wasn't long till Ana came running towards me, two hours later. I caught her in my arms.

'What happened? I thought she was doing fine!' She started.

'Ana… calm down…'

'How can I? She's bleeding!'

'Ana…' I finally broke down in front of her. 'My parents took her in. They said surgery is going fine…'

'What happened Grey?' She asked again.

'I… confronted her… she asked me about the gap that we hadn't told her… and I flipped…' I tried. 'I think I brought this on her…' I admitted as my mother came in the waiting room.

Grace's POV

My son could be a real pain in the butt at times. His anger and nervousness always got the best of him. The nurses told me that they could hear his voice from outside. Although I wanted to give him some piece of my mind on how to handle this situation, I decided that for now, I should shut my mouth and try to get them through this. If they broke down now, there would be nothing left for them to survive on.

'I think I brought this on her Anastasia…' He said. 'It's my fault…'

'You didn't bring this on her Christian…' I said from behind him, as I removed my cap.

'How… how is she?' He asked. 'How did it go?' Ana continued.

'It went well…' I started. 'Thank God, we caught the bleeding in time. We had stopped it last time, but she started bleeding again.'

'How?' Ana asked. 'We followed every instruction you've given us…'

'Did she hit her head this afternoon?' I asked them as Christian paced away. 'That's what I thought… She was fragile… but now we fixed her…'

'Will she be ok mother?' Christian asked me as Carrick joined me.

'She's in her room… She's sleeping for now. When she'll wake up she'll be very groggy…' He explained. 'I'll stay with her if you don't mind…' He said again.

'Carrick, how is she?'

'Ana, I can promise you she'll be fine…' Carrick smiled reassuringly.

'Can we see her?' Christian asked.

'Ana… would you mind if we have a minute with our son… alone?'

'Sure…' She smiled as she left to Sera's room.

'What is it mum?' He asked.

'Christian we heard you…'

'What?'

'We fucking heard you Christian…' Carrick bellowed. 'Christian, do you honestly think that just because you control most of the wealth you can control this situation? Hell I'm devastated that the only granddaughter in my family that does bring me some respect, doesn't remember me… but do you see me telling her those harsh words?'

'Dad…'

'Don't dad me…'

'Carrick easy…'

'Easy my ass Grace…' He said again, and he was right. 'Christian confronting her like that isn't going to make her remember more… It's only going to make her feel worse! You need to start thinking with your brain. She's 18 for God's sake! What do you expect from her? The kid loves you and adores you!'

'I know dad… I know! But she doesn't even remember me!'

'Does she remember any of us Christian?' I confronted. 'How would you feel if your father and I talked to you like that when you were in deep shit?'

'Devastated…'

'Then why the hell did you talk to her like that? What gives you the right to blame her for loving her Christian? She's your daughter you ought to love her! She's your own flesh and blood!' Carrick threw at him. 'I'm sorry I have to say this Christian, but if I knew this was going to be the life she'll be living I would have stopped you from doing IVF… She doesn't deserve this Christian.'

Ana's POV

I stayed with her, and kept caressing her cheek, until her eyes fluttered open.

'Hey honey…' I cried. 'You're going to be ok sweetie… I promise…' I smiled weakly. 'The only thing that matters is that you're here… with us… I only want you to take it easy and take it at your own pace… nobody will push you… I won't let anyone…' I continued as she cut me off.

'Mum… I want you to push me further…' She said weakly.

'What?'

'If it wasn't for you… I wouldn't have gone into recovery… I wouldn't have gone to Uncle John, and I wouldn't have gotten better….' She replied. 'Mum, you pushed me further than anyone. You helped me study and I got my grades and made it to college…' She continued as I cut her off.

'Who told you this?' I asked her as I realized that she was giving information that she could only say if she remembered. Neither Christian nor I have we talked to her about this.

'What do you mean?'

'Sera, what's the secret I asked you to keep from your father?'

'Which one mum? And why are you bringing this up now?'

'Just answer the question. Which secret have I asked you to keep?'

'Your addiction and overdose, and the fact that we got a speeding ticket when you were teaching me how to drive…' She replied looking at me questioningly.

'Oh God!' I exclaimed as I ran out of her room.

Carrick's POV

'I know dad! And that's why I feel like this…'

'That is no excuse Christian… You make two forward paces and you go back 3… You need to make a change and keep the change…'

'Where's Carter?' Grace asked him.

'I sent him home… He needed to rest… He's coming tomorrow morning…'

'Good…' I replied as I took a deep breath. 'Christian, we love you… we all do… and even your family. You bring us more respect that Elliott and Mia do. You are a great father, and you have a loving family. Don't lose everything because of your smart mouth…'

'Dad… He was about to start as Ana came running in.

'Grace, Carrick, Christian… You have to come…' She said in one breath.

'What's wrong?' I asked worriedly.

'She remembers… She remembers…' She kept repeating.

'What?' Christian asked.

'Christian she remembers… she remembers everything!' She repeated again, as we all made a run to her room.

Christian's POV

'Geez… easy!' She almost jumped from the bed as we shut the door. I moved forward and looked her straight into her eyes.

'Sera who am I?' I asked her.

'Dad… easy… my body aches…'

'Better aching than nothing… who am I?'

'You're Christian Trevelyan Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.' She replied as she raised her arms against my shoulders pushing me back. 'Dad… you're hurting me…'

'Christian easy…' My father pulled me off her as he flashed the pen in her eyes. 'Pupils are responding…'

'…jerk reflexes positive…' My mother added with a huge grin on her face. 'Sera, can you tell me what's my favourite tea?' My mother asked.

'Peach with a slice of orange on the side.' She replied.

'Sera, what's the book I've given you last Christmas?' My father asked as both of them started smiling.

'First edition of Shakespeare's most famous play Macbeth…' She replied. 'You want it back?'

'She remembers!' He said again as he moved forward and kissed her forehead. 'Oh God… we missed you…'

'Have you all been drinking?' She asked bewildered.

'Sera… you had an accident…' Ana started.

'…and you lost your memory… you couldn't remember who any of us where!'

'You're joking right?' She asked us back.

'No…' I chocked out. 'A drunk driver crashed into you and you flew straight through the windscreen…' I explained as she kept staring at me.

'…and the car?' She asked almost afraid.

'It's scrap…' I replied. '…and I'm not letting you drive never again!'

'…but dad!'

'This is not up for discussion…'

'We'll see…' She replied sarcastically. 'Two can play this game…' She smiled cheekily.

'Christian don't start with this now…'

'Mum! She's saying it…'

'Hey he loves challenge and he knows that he can't win if mum and I join forces…' She replied back smiling weakly. Her humour was back. 'Can you please stop staring at me weirdly?' She asked again as I went forward and hugged her tight.

'I thought I'd lost you… I thought…'

'Christian!' My father pulled me off of her. 'Easy! I know you're happy but take it easy!'

'I can't feel my leg…' She said. 'It's like pins and needles…'

'It's normal… you've undergone brain surgery…' My mother explained. 'It will go in few hours…' She smiled. 'I'm calling all the family…' She smiled again. 'Welcome back honey!' She hugged her and kissed her forehead.

'When can I go back home?'

'Give yourself a minute to get better first!' Ana replied. 'You just got your memory back and you want to run a marathon?'

'Well…'

'No…' We all replied in unison.

'You guys…' She laughed lightly. 'I'm so glad you're my family…'

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