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Just Incase You Forgot What You Are Reading (Do not be shy, I forget all of the time):
What if Christian got a girl pregnant when he was just eighteen? What would happen when Christian finds out about the child? What would Ana and the rest of the Grey's think when the child becomes a target after seventeen years of not knowing the truth? What would happen when everything just... spirals out of control?
Chapter 13: Just A Little Bit
Super Creepy Dude's POV
I watched from my spot down the hall as the precious Grey child walked in playing with her phone. Grey moving her here messed with all of my plans. I was going to grab her while she was in Haven three days ago, but that stupid ex of hers ruined that, security got tight- too tight.
I watched as she pulled off her jacket and sweatshirt, letting me get a long look at her milky white skin and breasts. She continued to play with her phone for a moment as she accidentally took a picture of a ring that her Aunt Mia gave to her when she first moved in- I knew it was an accident because she jumped so far back her breasts jiggled for a while.
She was the perfect image of a girl I wanted- needed actually. Maybe I won't give her back alive after all, just keep her until she wasn't perfect anymore and send her home in a package.
I watched as she shook her head, sending her copper hair over her shoulder. I smiled knowing that she would soon be mine. I watch as she goes through a door that led to her closet. I know because I explored her room, I touched articles of clothing and cupped some of her bras. She would be mine- and she would fit perfectly in my hands.
I hear the bath turn on and the TV turn on to that Tanked show, the one with the extreme fish tanks being built. She watches it a lot, so I figure that its her favorite show.
I wait five minutes, before I slink out of my spot and lay on her bed, I smell the pillows. The scent is purely her. Like the most amazing flower bouquet ever. I sit my letter on the nightstand with my right hand as I pick up the ring with my left, as I shove the ring in my pocket I pick up her sweatshirt with my now empty right hand. I smell the shirt, amazing flower bouquet. I can't help myself, but take the shirt with me. I stuff it into my bag and throw the bag over my shoulder.
I know that this is the biggest risk I have taken with any of my other girls. But they were so young, so naïve. Nicolette, now she is not as young as my other girls, but she isn't old at all. But that makes her more developed.
In more places than not.
I walk down the hall of her room and out the balcony door. I only turn around to whisper, "You will be mine, Nicolette Grey.".
I wish I could be there when she opens my letter, when she figures out just how much I love her.
...-...-...-... No One's POV
Nicolette walked out of her bathroom in her soft white pajama pants that had blue purple dots all over it with a blue long sleeved shirt, her feet were bare and her hair tied up in a wet bun.
As she walked to her bed she noticed that her shirt was gone, and that her jacket still laid on her bed.
Gail wouldn't have taken my shirt without putting my jacket up would she? Nicolette asked herself, before shaking her head as she realized how spoiled that sounded. Her eyes drifted from her bed to her nightstand where her ring was gone and in its place an envelope with her name written on it in a messy script.
What the? Nicolette thought, though she instantly knew that it wasn't good, as she could hear the wind rustling in the back of her room. The balcony doors are open, shit, the balcony doors are open. Ok, ok, ok. The doors are open. Don't go investigate, that's a bad idea. You've watched enough horror movies to know that. Now where can you go? Be wise about this, the kitchen! Mom and Gail were in there before I went to bathe.
Nicolette walked out of her room as calmly as she could, trying to act as if she didn't know something was wrong. Though, she knew that any outsider would have noticed something wrong.
After reaching the hall and closing her door Nicolette broke into a run, trying to get to the kitchen as quickly as possible. Just before she reached the kitchen she slowed down and caught her breath, and it was a good thing too because her mom and Gail were not the only people in the kitchen, but her father, Uncle Elliot, Aunt Kate and Taylor had joined them, Taylor and Gail were apart of the family after all and after hours they joked around with the family to.
Her mom was the first to notice her.
"Hey, Nikki, everything alright? You looked flushed." Ana asked, Nicolette didn't answer though, instead she asked Gail a question.
"Um, Mrs. Gail, you wouldn't have grabbed a dirty shirt for the wash, and not hung up a jacket would you?" Nicolette asked. That got stares from everyone.
"No, why do you ask?" Gail asked.
"Um, I took off my jacket and shirt and tossed them onto the bed, and the ring Aunt Mia gave me I set that on the nightstand. The shirt and ring are missing, but the jacket is still on my bed, I think the balcony doors are open, and there is this letter on my nightstand." Nicolette said as calmly as possible, but on the inside she was shaking. Someone had been in her room, and that someone had seen her without her shirt on. Taylor grabbed the gun that was still in the holster on his belt.
"Stay here." Taylor ordered. Nicolette nodded and moved so that she was safely in between Ana and Christian, as Taylor disappeared from view. And that is when Christian and Elliot took turns grilling her.
"Did you see anyone?" Nicolette shook her head at her father's question.
"Hear anything?" Again, a shake of the head- though this time it was Elliot's question.
"See anything weird or out of place?" Christian asked.
"Besides my shirt, my ring and that weird note. No. Everything was just how I... My bed. The comforter was rumpled, it looked as if Mrs. Gail had just made it when I went into my bathroom. When I came out, everything was rumpled, the pillows, the bedding, my jacket wasn't even how I left it." Nicolette said, as she thought back.
"The asshole laid in your bed?" Elliot hissed, Ana pulled her nearly seventeen year old daughter in her arms and held on tight, minutes ticked by slowly and after a hour Taylor came back.
"No sweatshirt, no ring, the bed was all messed up, there was a letter, and the balcony doors were open. No one is in there anymore. Though, we have taken pictures of the scene and Ryan is going through the tapes.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Is nobody else here freaking out because some guy is going to see me taking off my shirt in those tapes?! Because I have already had enough with guys way older than me seeing me without a shirt for one day!" Nicolette shouted, Taylor stifled a chuckle at the girl's distress.
"Trust me, he doesn't want to watch his boss' daughter take her shirt of either. And is probably praying for his job right now." Taylor assured, which didn't do much. Nicolette sighed and shook her head.
"Someone was in her room." Christian said slowly.
"Not just anyone sir. Him." Taylor answered.
"Him? Who's him?" Kate and Ana ask. Christian sighed and glanced at his daughter, who was still wrapped up in Ana's arms and probably dying of embarrassment with the knowledge that full grown men will be watching a tape of her taking her shirt off, and slightly angry that there is a video camera in her room.
"Do you know who the Nightgown Nightmare is?" Christian asked. Nicolette shot him a look.
"Yeah, when he just wanted a little fun- which was more often than not- he would kidnap a young girl from a small town, like Haven. The police force would not have enough power to go searching for her in different cities. When he wanted a lot of money, he would kidnap a big target in a smaller town so that the police force couldn't get to her quickly enough. That's what I know at least. Every girl in Haven was warned about him. And every girl is afraid of him." Nicolette paused. "I'm a big target, from a small town. I would have caught his eye in Haven, all of those blondes and brunettes. I'm a red head. He could have gotten curious about my heritage or researching parental background is usual for him. Found my link to you, somehow, timeline, DNA. I'm sure if he can break into my room here my room back in Haven would have been a piece of cake." Nicolette spoke, this time softly. Her eyes shifting around, something Christian's come to find out is her thinking habit.
"Look, Nicolette. I want you to sleep in your panic room from now on, I want the room under full lock down every night before you go to bed. Until this guy is caught you will have four security guys and you won't complain. You've said that you know what this guy does to girls. I want you to stay perfectly safe. Limit time out of the house, and always have your phone on you. Listen and follow instructions that the security gives you. Please do this for me." Christian says. Nicolette nods.
"I promise."
"Listen Nikk, the couch pulls out and into a bed. Its still very comfortable though. And there is a bathroom behind the movie shelf. Pull on the tiger shaped book stopper and it will appear." Elliot spoke.
"Ana, Kate, Nikks. Good night. Elliot, Taylor and I will be discussing plan of attack on this. Nicolette, I want you to go to bed. Have Reynolds clear the panic room, and the connecting bathroom before you lock it down. Be very careful. I love you guys, and goodnight." Christian said, kissing Ana on the lips and Nicolette on the forehead, before hugging Kate. Elliot kissed Kate on the lips, Ana and Nicolette on the forehead before saying his goodnights.
Nicolette said her goodnights before walking off to her room with Reynolds in tow.
Kate, Ana and Gail shared fleeting glances before joining their husbands (or soon to be husbands) in Christian's office.
"Girls not that we don't love you guys, but we don't want you in here right now. We are going to be watching the tapes, reading the letter and then discussing the security plan." Elliot sighed.
"Really? You want to watch a tape of your daughter/niece/boss' daughter taking her shirt off, in a room alone. Sounds like a plan." Kate snorted. Christian sighed.
"Shit. Alright, come here." The girls high fived and the six of them crowded around the computer.
The scene showed Nicolette taking her shirt off. Causing Elliot to mutter, "Christ I'm going to pedophile hell." Then jumping back when her phone flashed, her typing something out on her phone before removing her ring and walking away. Barely five minutes of things going on.
"Christian, is that a person right there?" Ana asked, pointing to a dark figure that could barely be seen in the corner of the hall. Christian zoomed in and let the picture focus.
Sure enough there was a person. Sitting in the hall, staring directly at his daughter's breasts.
"What does that letter say Taylor?" Christian asked, slightly nervous.
Taylor cleared his throat and began to read.
"Dear my love,
I know that this may be the wrong time to tell you. But we were made for each other. Both of us are perfect in every way. I cannot wait to have you in my arms night after night. I love you so much, and love knows no age. We will be together, I promise you that.
Those men you are around are bad for you. I saw you with that Max Hartsville, he is no good for you. He tried to show you love, but it was just dirty sex. I don't care for the dirt, but I intend to clean you my love. I will clean you of the dirt that Hartsville has given you. My love, please understand, that the men are no good for you, but I am. I will keep you safe from all harm. Harm that will come to you because of those men.
I shall love and cherish you forever.
Yours Forever,
Nightgown"