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Chapter 18: Blurry Vision

Three Months Later, With The Grey Family

It has been three months since the little spark that shook up the entire Grey household went missing. September, October and November flew by in a blur that no one knew even passed them by. Joseph and Billy started school without her usual cute notes resting in their lunchboxes, she turned seventeen without a party, or any presents from her new family, the lack of her presence sent Grace, Mia, Kate and Ana into tears on Thanksgiving, but now that Christmas was approaching. The days seemed to drag on. Like every hour is actually a minute. And every second is a minute.

Christian watched as his wife slept, tears sliding down her face. He always wondered the same thing in the dead of the night while he watched his wife weep in her sleep.

How could someone be with them for such a small time, affect the entire family?

After pondering that for a while, he'd shortly find himself in Nicolette's room. Her room still clean from how Gail had cleaned it that day, and has dusted it since. But he knew that if he went up to the safe room that she slept in, he'd find the couch folded out and into the bed, and the covers tossed around, he'd find a bottle of water sitting on the coaster and a pile of scary movies next to it. Movies that she planned on watching when she got home.

If she had gotten home.

Christian shook his head as he found himself in the loft area. Everything just how she left it. He remembered finding her here night after night after Ana had gone to sleep. They'd talk, laugh, eat nachos and watch movies, in their sweatpants and loose shirts.

It was their bonding time.

Christian couldn't help it as tears sprung to his eyes. He sat down on the bed and laid back, so that his feet were touching the floor, but his body was on the edge of the bed laying down.

And he cried.

For the small girl who affected his family so much, for the little time she spent here.

Because he, and everyone else, love her and want her back.

...000...000...000 With Nicolette...000...000...000

He was at work. I know that. He works every weekday from 5 in the morning to 8 at night. I'm expected to have dinner on the table for us right as he gets home. Our little house is perfect for us. He has made sure to take very good care of me. He only hits me when I do bad. When it's my fault. Like when I told him 'no' our first night together in the house. That was my fault. It's my job to please him, and saying 'no' to him in that particular way displeases him.

I'm mostly a good-girl now. I mess up a couple of times, like the night he left his briefcase in the middle of the hall and then tripped over it. It was my fault he tripped. I should of picked the case up and put it away while he was finishing the food. Like a good-girl would have done.

So what I'm have done now will displease him greatly.

The door in the hall doesn't just hold his coats. Inside it is a small circular table, made of dark wood. On the table is a landline phone, the kind that has the numbers on the base and not actually the phone. He usually locks the door, telling me that I'm not responsible enough to have the phone handy. This morning though, his alarm didn't go off in time, the power had gone out while we were sleeping. He had jumped from bed, this morning and ran to get dressed yelling at me that I didn't have to make him breakfast anymore. That it was my fault he was going to be late because I am such a lazy cow. He got dressed in his suit and tie and called his boss. Telling him that he'd be late for work.

And then he ran out the door. Leaving the door to the phone unlocked, but the door to the house locked, with me in it.

I don't know what I was thinking. I just grabbed the phone and dialed.

911

"911 operator, what is your emergency?" The sweet voice came through the phone and fear poured through my veins as the words poured through my lips.

"My name is Nicolette Grey." I hear a noise outside and fear that it was a trick he set up to test my responsibility and quickly hang up before I get caught. I lock the door and shut it quickly.

I take a breath as I realize that it was just a bird running into the window.

The dumb things.

...-...

He gets home at two o'clock, instead of eight. I have just barely finished my chores thank goodness. He has a bag in his hand and he throws it at me.

"Put these on at seven. My boss is coming over for dinner and you are going to pretend to be my daughter. You mess up, and I will skin you so bad you won't be able to do you chores tomorrow, and you know what that means." He gives me a smirk, and I nod.

"Until then we have six hours to kill before you even begin to make dinner and get ready and I want to have a little fun. Go get dolled up in your usual." He grunts sliding into his chair. I nod and scamper off, putting the broom in the large cabinet at the mouth of the kitchen, before going to my room and pulling on one of the 'outfits' he has me wear.

I haven't worn this on yet, it's a light shade of pink and is like a dress that ties at the base of my breasts, and cuts open beneath that. It stops right after my butt and I wear the matching thong with it.

I know he will like it. So I don't worry about the outcome of wearing something he hasn't seen on me before.

...-...

I'm in leggings, brown boots that end just before my knees and a soft red shirt that runs to my elbows and covers my butt. My hair is braided and I have a light layer of make up on. Looking in the mirror on my vanity, I'd say I looked pretty. And that's what worries me. If he thinks I look too pretty for his boss.

I have a note scrunched up in my tampon drawer, where I know he won't look for anything. One that asks for help. I think about using it tonight and dismiss the idea instantly. Life is good here. I don't have a worry in the world. My only focus is on him. And that's good.

Good indeed.

His boss is tall with broad shoulders and a bald head with a full brown beard and is definitely fit.

When he knocks, he answers the door with a wide grin and a, "Hey! Tom, welcome to my home. This is my daughter Charlotte."

"Charlotte, it is nice to meet you little lady. Keith, it's good to see you man." His boss, Tom, smiles gently. There is no one else with him.

I made a homemade lasagna with garlic bread and green beans for the sides. Tom applauds at my cooking and I fear for his reaction.

Dinner comes and goes, and before I know it I'm washing dishes as the men talk business in the living room. Dessert consisted of apple pie and ice cream. Tom loved it, and so did he.

"Charlotte, go get Mr. Tom's coat please?" He calls, trying to go for the charming father I suppose. I pass my bathroom on my way to the coat closet and I find myself digging the drawer with the tampons. I clutch the note in my hands and slip it into Tom's coat pocket.

I hand the coat to the bear of a man and smile lightly as he leaves.

Something feels like it's lifted off my shoulders, as two hands grab my shoulders violently and pull me backwards.

And I know it. He knows it. I've been a bad-girl again, and it's time to be punished.

...-...-...With The Boss "Tom"...-...-

The girl, she looked familiar. I spent all evening trying to place her. Thinking that maybe I've met her at one of my kids' school functions, or at the market. But until I felt the paper inside my coat pocket walking up to my house from the car did I place her.

Nicolette Grey.

I look at the paper that I pulled out of my coat pocket, and there scratched with what looks like nail polish is a note.

My name is Nicolette Grey. Call 911, he's my kidnapper.

My face pales as I read the note. It paled enough to catch my wife's attention and have her walk over. She read the note and gasped as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"911, what's your emergency?" The voice on the other end asks.

"I've seen her. I've seen Nicolette Grey."