Chapter 22

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We just arrived back home from our sixth visit seeing Dr. Flynn. My mom and dad were wrapped up together pressing kisses onto each others faces showing each other their love. Jaxon was stood inbetween their legs playing away on his psvita whilst Theodore strolled in behind. The counselling seemed to help him, his eyes were returning to his soft, grey eyes. They weren't broken and tired anymore, I had never seen my older brother like this and truth to be told it scared me. He was always the strong one, always showing us whose boss. But since the recent...events...he had changed, drastically. He was always moody, untalkative and he even flinched if a sudden noise was made. But to me he is the bravest boy I know, the way he fought to save my mom and Jaxon, the way he put his life in great danger just to save our mom and our baby brother.

All those sessions with Dr. Flynn was mind-numbing but I suppose it helped my family, I wasn't going to complain. He is a good man getting my family over the traumatic experience that had occurred a month ago.

I walked silently to my room and closed the door behind me until it clicked, locking. I slid slowly down the door and exhaled a breath that I didn't even know I was holding, I was tired...shattered even though these sessions with Dr. Flynn helped my family I felt pointless in those meetings, probably because I wasn't involved in the...event. I couldn't even word what that crazy bitch did to my family. My fists clenched in anger as my nails dug into my palms and I counted to ten in my head steadying my breathing.

Ever since the fall my anger seemed to raise a lot more than it ever did and sometimes I struggled to contain it. Why does all this shit happen to me and my family? What had we done to deserve this? I pinched the bridge of my nose and heard my phone buzz. Sighing I stood up and trawled towards my bed flinging myself across it so I was facing my bedside and reached to check my phone, it was Isaac.

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name and those piercing, deep blue eyes boring into mine through the screen. I wanted to answer it, I really did but how could I? Why would I put myself through that hurt again, his betrayal still stuck in mind and I shook the unwanted image of him and that...that slag out of mind. The buzz died down as I left it for too long and I flopped onto my back. He had been ringing me continuously now ever since that night I went to his and came back with severe concussion. I should answer him; I should talk to him, explain my feelings and let him explain himself. Not that I care, he cheated that's all there is to it.

I'm lying though, I do care. I go to sleep every night thinking about Isaac, the way he felt on my lips, the way his body would meld against mine. This wasn't fair on either of us, we needed closure. But is that really what I wanted?

Every day, night I think of him and me. Of what we could and could've been, his unkept promises linger across my mind and I closed my eyes to see his. His soft, melodic voice rang through my head as I nuzzled back into the soft, plump pillows. I was gone, daydreaming away of me and him. The goosebumps rippled across my body and I shivered in...Anticipation is what it felt like. I opened my eyes, they were heavy and I glanced around the room as if something had changed. The atmosphere was thicker and I could feel that my eyes were glazing over. I peered down my body, my summer dress had ridden up mid-thigh and my breathing rate had quickened.

I had done this before but this time it was different, I had Isaac in my mind. Slowly I slid my dress up past my belly button so I could see my orange, cotton panties. Slowly I moved my hands up my thigh and down my private parts to feel my clit outside my panties. Gently pressing down I let a small moan slip my mouth and bucked my hips in pleasure. I was ready for myself.

Lifting my hips off the bed I pushed my panties down till they pooled around my ankles and kicked them off. I bit down on my lip as I spread my legs as wide apart as I could, this way I would get more pleasure. I then slid a pillow underneath my bum to give myself some height.

My breathing rate quickened as my hand neared the spot I desired it to go but then, teasing myself, I turned my hand upright skimming across my covered breasts and towards my mouth. But before I spat onto my hand to make my pleasure feel like it was being done by Isaac a rapid knock hit my door. 'Phoebe?'

Shit! I sat up quickly and stood pulling my dress down and kicked my panties into the corner, 'yeah?' I tried to control my racing heart as my dad stepped into the room. 'C'mon, suppers ready' I nodded hoping my make-up hid my red cheeks as I walked out with my dad following the smell of a Chicken Pot, Gail's new favourite thing to cook. Hoping no one could notice my blush and the fact I had no panties on, I slid into the chair besides Theodore and tucked into my supper.

After what seemed like forever I was finally allowed to be excused from the dinner table. All I could think about is how lucky I wasn't caught, especially by my Dad. I can't imagine how mad or embarrassing that would be. Shaking those thoughts from my head I slipped into my room shutting the door and strolled to my phone to check if anyone text or called me. Only Isaac.

I bit my lip and exhaled, I had to text him back, sooner rather than later I chanted over in my head. Slowly I reached for my blackberry and sat cross legged on my bed, completely unaware that I was currently wearing no panties.

Isaac: Phoebe I know you're still angry at me and I truly am sorry but you need to let me explain. I always will and have always been faithful to you. I need to know you're okay, I hope your family is okay. If I knew my auntie was that psychotic I wouldn't have let her near. I promise and I am sorry. Please Phoebe, I can't stop thinking of you and I am in a lot of hurt please don't ignore me forever.

Closing my eyes I hugged my phone close to my chest before typing back a reply:

Phoebe: I'm sorry; I needed time before I could talk to you. I saw you Isaac with my own eyes, you were clearly cheating on me and I don't want to talk about your crazy auntie.

I nodded pressing send and laid back onto my bed allowing myself to be sunk down into my bed. The butterflies were racing in the pit of my stomach and I could feel it dropping. I don't think I'm ready for this. But before I could finish my phone beeped on my chest.

Isaac: I really am sorry but I can promise you I didn't cheat. I would never do that, I am against that stuff I really am. Talia came to my apartment, she was upset so I let her in. I know she's my ex, and we have done all that BDSM stuff together but I promise you I didn't touch her. It's only ever you. She was upset about her boyfriend or something and I said she could stay to calm and sort herself whilst I showered. That's when you came in, I am really sorry I hope you can believe me. I LOVE YOU PHOEBE GRACE GREY. No one else, you are who I think about most of the day and I hate the fact that I have to do this over text. I am sorry.

His long, rambling paragraph made the corners of my mouth tug up into a smile as I sat there and read it over countless of times. What could I say to that? I don't think I'll ever be ready to meet him again.

Phoebe: How do I know I can trust you? How can I be sure you aren't lying? I don't know how to move forward from 'us'

There. I sat back waiting for a reply, the questions raced about in my head. How can you trust him again? What if he's leading you on? You are the daughter of The Christian Grey. Don't be so naive this time Phoebe, what if it happens again and again? A faint buzz on my chest drew my attention away from the racing questions as I looked at a reply.

Isaac: I am sorry Phoebe, I don't know how to prove it to you but you have to believe me. You know I would never lie to you, you're my girl and I Love You. I just hope someday you can return those feelings and believe me. I just want to see you again.

I scoffed unbelievably at the text, see me?

Phoebe: I won't be allowed out yet for a long time, not only did I get a concussion but my family was nearly killed by your crazed Aunt.

Sighing I re-read the text before sending.

Isaac: Why don't you facetime? Skype? Anything. Please Phoebe...

I shook my head incredulously and chucked my phone on the bed so I could have a hot, long needed shower. Stepping under showerhead I swiftly turned on the faucet until hot, soothing water was beating down across my skin. I moaned appreciatively at the feel of the heat as my skin rippled and shivered trying to get use to the beating the water. Turning I lathered my body in a vanilla scented soap heavily and smiled at the heavenly scent as it reached my nose.

I then turned back to rinse it off and scrubbed the shampoo into my long, chocolate hair as I made sure it was washed thoroughly. Once I had squirted toothpaste onto my brush I scrubbed my teeth hard to rid the grit from the day's food. Finally I stepped out of the shower and sat on the bathroom chair lotioning my body before drying and stepping into my flannel pink pjs.

I walked out of my steamy en-suite bathroom, towel drying my hair. My ears perked up to a facetime ring tone blaring from my iPod. Curiously I picked it up and sat on the bed seeing it was Isaac's name scribbled across the top. Should I answer? Shaking my head I slid the bar to answer.

His messy, brown tousled locks were scrawled across his face as some dangled around his dark, sea blue eyes making them pop. My eyes drawled around his facial feature as I immersed his face. His perfect plump lips tugged into a smile and I let out a laugh to hide my tears. I missed him, I didn't want closure. Not with us.

Ten minutes had passed yet it only felt like seconds. The silence was dawning and looming over us, one of us needed to make the first move. 'You need a haircut' I pointed out, my voice was hoarse and dry but I didn't care, it was Isaac.

He threw his head back letting out a soft booming laugh as he threw it back to look at the screen. 'A month of not talking and this is what you first say to me?' he raised his eyebrows waggling them causing me to giggle. Yet I could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. I was sure they were clear in mine to, but we didn't want to point that out yet, not now. We only got each other back; to ruin it would be disastrous. I knew we were treading on thin ice and broken glass but I knew we'd get through that, it was just a matter of time. All I knew right now, that his deep eyes staring into mine and his melodic voice dripping in my ears was all that kept me happy. I forgot that my hair was dripping wet and Isaac seemed to brush my worries away with my family. We had a way to go, but sat here right now...It was like everything wrong in life was hidden. For now.

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