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Chapter 17: And Now, I'm Numb

It had happened so fast, Nicolette wasn't sure if she even breathed throughout the entire thing. He was having fun running his fingers over her body- which her hands were tied to the headboard and her feet to the baseboard, while her eyes were closed beneath the newly replaced blindfold and her head was turned away from him. Every time she even started to beg him to stop, he would punch her in her stomach.

That's when it started. Sirens could be heard. He shouted a curse and quickly cut her lose of her binds and then they were moving. Down the steps and into the van, he didn't even wait to buckle himself after shoving her into the floorboard of his van or closing the barn door. There were a few gunshots and then nothing.

Nothing.

The only thing that made matters worse was that the cellphone was carefully hidden in the bed back in the barn.

She was on her own.

He kept driving and muttering about something having to move too quickly. It made her wonder about what was going on.

It felt like two days had passed, but was probably closer to five or six hours. Nicolette did her best to not make any noise. But she really had to pee.

"Uhm, sir. I need to use the restroom." Nicolette spoke quietly. There was a grunt.

What felt like thirty minutes had passed. Before the van pulled over and he opened the door shoving her into what was probably a wooded area.

"Do your business." He ordered after forcefully removing her underwear. Nicolette didn't even wait for embarrassment to wave over her, she simply squatted and did her business. Vaguely aware that he was watching her relieve herself Nicolette fought a blush.

...-...-...-... With Christian Grey In His POV...-...-...-

My daughter. My little girl has vanished without a trace, again.

"She had defiantly been there, sir. The phone, which is a simple disposable one that had been loaded with minutes and can be bought at the neighborhood Walmart, was found underneath the sheets. Her fingerprints were on them, her hair was found on the bed and skin fragments were found on the duct tape that was used as bonds and found on the bed. He must have heard the sirens and fled." Officer Clarke spoke, placing pictures on the table in front of Taylor and me. I ran my hands through my hair.

"Where could she be now?" I croaked, the officers hesitated.

"Anywhere sir. The FBI is taking over." Officer Kent answered.

"Will it be the man that came into my office last month?" I ask, the officers glance at each other- jarred with the new information no doubt.

"Who, sir?" Officer Kent asked, I looked to Taylor who shrugged.

"FBI Agent Ryan Deelers, he said he was from the K and R division." I answered after a moment. Clarke gave Kent a weird look and Kent nodded before walking off.

An hour later Officer Kent returned a look of fear on his face.

"Agent Deelers doesn't exist. That's her kidnapper."

...-...-... Back With Nicolette No POV...-

They had switched cars. That Nicolette knew, he had left her tied up in the hotel room for a while after they arrived in a small city and then had come back saying that if she were a good girl- he'd let her ride in a seat the next day. She felt sick to her stomach as he kissed her goodnight. Forcing his lips upon hers.

She wondered how her parents were doing, and if anyone was looking for her still. Or if they had all given up on her, and were ready to leave her alone with her kidnapper, whom she had still yet to see.

He was definitely not the elderly man that had tried to take her at Grey House. He was younger, much younger.

Dusk quickly faded into night and night bloomed into dawn.

Before anyone could be up, he was cutting her out of her binds, locking her in the car and driving off.

He obviously didn't want anyone to recognize her.

Days passed by, Nicolette heard the radio hosts and hostesses talk about her disappearance on the radio.

"Nicolette Grey is only sixteen years old. Is said to have copper red hair and green eyes, she has a tattoo of a heart the right side of her ribcage. Her parents want her back quickly and will compensate for your efforts in bringing their daughter back ho-" the radio was always cut off there.

He would always stare at her from the review mirror as she sat in the passenger side back seat and say, "I have not taken you, I've rescued you.". It sure didn't feel like that. He has let her see him. His short bright red hair, and hard brown eyes, he was shorter than her father and meaner to.

Nicolette wouldn't reply to his words, she would just stare out the window, wishing someone could see her through the deeply tinted glass.

Four days passed before he stopped at a simple house outside of a small town in Utah, correctly named Calescent.

"Welcome home, love." He gave her a grotesque smile before allowing her inside. "I had a friend pack the house with things we will need. You have a bedroom to the right, though you will sleep in the bedroom on the left with me." He commanded, Nicolette was too afraid to do anything.

"Go on, explore your room. I will unpack the car." He chuckled as Nicolette walked slowly towards the bedroom. Biting her lip, Nicolette opened the door and grimaced as pink jumped onto her.

The walls were a pale shade of pink and the floor was a rosy colored carpet, the bed was made out of some light colored wood, but doused with a pink canopy and comforter with matching pillows. A pink velvet chair sat in front of a (thankfully) white vanity. A white door stood to the side of that. Compelled, Nicolette twisted the white door's knob and pushed it open. And nearly fainted.

The room looked like it belonged to a five-year-old, but the closet belonged to someone straight from the whore house? He really didn't expect her to wear those, did he?

Nicolette shuddered.

"Do you like it, my love?" He asked, from his spot at the door. Nicolette was speechless for a moment, but quickly found her voice.

"You don't really expect me to wear those do you?! I'm sixteen and have many years to grow and figure myself out! But I will NEVER, EVER become your whore! You... You pedophile!" Nicolette screamed at him. Two seconds later he was standing in front of her and she was against the wall. Being held there by her neck.

"Listen up you ungrateful bitch! You are lucky to be in my presence and will compensate for such. You will show me how much you love me every night and I will not accept anything else below that. Until then you can expect to be beaten the way you deserve." He hissed in her face. Tears sprung to Nicolette's eyes as he tossed her onto the gaudy pink comforter and took her.

Beating her when she yelled stop.

Taking her away from the rest of the world.

...-...-... With Oliver, His POV...-...-...

I'm not stupid. I've seen the news, heard the radio, got the messages from her parents and my friends. But I can't seem to bring myself to care it's as if my brain knows she's gone, but my heart doesn't.

Like I don't actually know what's going on but I do.

Sona told me that it's because my body's numbed the pain, then we watched as the news anchors attacked Max as he left Escala. His face was tearstained and he looked as if he hadn't slept at all the last four days.

We all knew that I didn't love her, at least to the extent he did. We watched as the news anchors questioned him and he said,

"I just want the girl I love home, safe and sound. Please. Just that." He broke into tears as he disappeared into a truck.

Come to think of it. Nicolette mentioned her pa- what she called her father down in Haven- had once said that a man who drove a truck was one of two things. A) an asshole or B) the hardest working man she'd ever meet.

I'm starting to think that Max is choice B.

So is everyone else.

Ronnie told me that I'd find my girl one day. I know I will, but I really wanted Nicolette to be that girl. I wanted her to be my everything. But I was too late. She's already Max's everything. She's Max's entire world.

And he's hers.

The second day she was missing news anchors got a video of the two kids from the restaurant run into Max's arms begging him to tell them that it wasn't true. That Nicolette wasn't really gone.

They got a good shot of Max holding his brothers close and soothing them. Telling the entire US, that Grey's Daughter Got A Good One. What was I? A sideshow? I know she didn't mean to use me, that she was hurt and needed comfort. And that I was that comfort.

The Hartsville boys stayed at Escala for the first four days before they left. They had all been crying, the next day it came out that Grey's Daughter Taken Out Of State. Like they couldn't use her name.

Her name is Nicolette. Nicolette Anne Grey. And now, she's Grey's Daughter and missing.

And I am Oliver. Oliver James Saxton. And now, I'm numb.