My dear little broccolis💚💚💚
💚 So, this story has been in my mind ever since I have read the books. Because I really don't understand how a paediatrician and a lawyer specialised in abused children didn't see what was happening for SIX YEARS under their nose. AND I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that a kid who saw his mother beaten and treated like a prostitute could do the same as he grew up. AND, given the fact that Christian is said to have a heart of gold in the story, I couldn't get how he decided that he wanted to beat women who looked like his mom. This is what a sociopath does, not a 'sweet, kind and generous man' does. Haha. I am not here to drag anyone in the dirt, just to show how things could have turned out with parents who paid more attention, and issues with more ... ground rules, shall we say.
💚 Now, the first chapter will be hard but necessary, because it is really where it shocked me the most. How could a kid from abuse be aroused from being hit ... Maybe it's me, I just couldn't. But this story will be a HEA for AS&CG
💚 Also, this story is dedicated to two particular authors with whom I have briefly touched on those issues, and who make amazing stories. paleseptember10 & Krooela. Go check them out, you won't regret it.
💚 Fallen Angel💚
How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️
Chapter 1: Blasphemy (2,2K)
Christian's Pov
They hate me. I know they do. I hate me. And yet I can't stop it. It's the only way to just … forget about everything. The alcohol, the drugs. They help forget the pain. They help sleep at night. They don't help with my temper.
I've always been a little ball of anger, but with adolescence, it spired out of control. The hormones and the fact that the littlest thing could set me off. Especially when people brought up things I didn't like. Like my adoption, like the fact that I don't deserve the Greys, like the fact that I'm a fucked up SOB.
Carrick and Grace had to put me through three different schools because I keep being expelled, which I think is out of proportion. I never killed anyone, did I? Just a few broken jaws and ribs? Nothing that drastic.
I can tell they regret adopting me. I'm too fucked up for them, and they're too sweet and nice for me. I'm … a stain in their perfect Rockwell family. They've tried it all. The therapists, the threats, the emotional blackmail, but at the end of the day, you can't fix fucked up.
Elliott stopped trying to hang out with me, and even Mia, I can tell that there are times she's scared of me. I'm just … If I were brave enough, I'd do like the crack-whore and just kill myself. It would be a great service to this world. But I'm a coward, and I can't even do that.
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I keep going through the motions, just trying to find a way to make some money to buy some alcohol. There is this small deli that doesn't ask for ID, and even on certain days, you can get your hands on some hard stuff. I guess that when your birth mother was a junkie, the only logical path is for you to do the same.
I don't even necessarily like the taste of alcohol. Just the state it brings me. I just want … oblivion. When I drink, or when I'm under the influence, I'm dead to the world, and I can actually sleep. And I don't get panic attacks at the very idea of someone touching me. I mean, because I'm that fucked up, I never even could apply Garce's motto to have all of her kids practice martial arts. The very idea of someone touching me is ….
I shiver, and a shadow gets to me. I look up and see Mrs Lincoln, one of Grace's socialite friends. She's looking at me with a smile before leaning and asking, her voice all sweet,
"Aren't you supposed to be in school, Christian?"
I shrug because I know that if I'm rude to Grace's friend, I'm just going to hurt Grace. After all, what's her fucking problem if I'm in school or not?
"I heard you were struggling for money? If you come to school after work, I can help you with that …" She tells me with a wink, and I blink. I'm desperate for money. "But you'll have to go to school and behave … like a good boy. If you do that, I'll reward you."
All I hear is the noise of the bingo machine. I can be good for one day. I can stay out of trouble for one fucking day. And then, she'll pay me. Mrs Lincoln is rich, so I know she'll pay me well.
So I behave, and after school, I go to her place. She tells me that she told my parents I'd help with her back garden. So I have to do it. And here I am, slaving away, just thinking of the dollar bills to come and the sweet night of sleep that they will give me as she is sunbathing.
For a whole week, I do just that, behave in school, and work in her backyard afterwards before spending what she gives me in booze and getting some sweet and well-deserved sleep. The only positive is that I don't act out at school anymore, so Grace and Carrick can relax a bit.
It's Friday and I am counting the minutes until I can go buy my daily booze when Mrs Lincoln brings me a lemonade. It is quite a hot day, especially in the middle of April. As I take the glass, she eyes me, and comments,
"I don't appreciate you sending the allowance I'm giving you on booze, Christian. I thought you said you'd be a good boy."
"What is it to you?" I snap at her. I do the fucking job. Why does she care what I do with the money I have earned. plus, I badly need a drink.
"It is to me that I can't reward you if you're going to misbehave. Maybe you don't deserve that lemonade since you only think of alcohol," She retorts, taking the glass away from me. Is she fucking serious? Is she really going to deprive me of quenching my fucking thirst after I slaved in her fucking garden?!
"Did you end up sucking one of the lemons to make you so fucking bitter?" I snarl, and before I can register it, she slaps me. Fucking hard. So hard that my ear is ringing. No one has ever laid a hand on me since … him! How dare she?! I start to shake, reminding myself that I can't fuck her up like the boys at school. She's a woman, she's older and she's Grace's friend!
And out of nowhere, she kisses me, her glossy lipstick smearing on my lips as her hand goes to my cock and massages it. And … it feels good to have someone else take care of it for once.
When she breaks the kiss, she is still massaging my cock, and looks deep into my eyes, "You can either be punished, or rewarded. Good boys don't drink. Good boys get to feel good."
Then she stops and struts back to her house, leaving me breathless, horny and confused. What the hell was that? This was my first fucking kiss, and it came after the slap of my life! What the hell was that?! I gather my stuff, still bemused by what just happened, and just I'm about to leave her house, Mrs Lincoln hails me,
"If you tell anyone, the slap will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you."
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That night, I didn't buy anything. I just went straight home and stayed in a bath for hours. Grace was beside herself. She kept asking me if something was wrong, and I kept shaking my head. I don't even want to know what Mrs Lincoln could do to me if I tell anyone.
I didn't sleep well that night. I didn't have the alcohol to numb me down. I just stared at the ceiling thinking of what happened in the garden. Does that mean that, if I behave as she wants, she'll … have sex with me? How is that going to work out? I can't bear to be touched! And … do I actually want to have sex with her. I mean, yeah she's hot for an old lady, but … does that mean I want to have my dick in her. I think Alyssa Milano is hot, that doesn't mean I want to sex her.
All night long, I just think of that, refusing to sleep because I know the nightmares are waiting for me. When the morning comes, I'm almost tempted to pretend that I'm sick, so Grace would call Mrs Lincoln and say that I can't make it. But I'm terrified she'll think I told Grace. I don't want her to beat me.
So I just pretend to be an active member of this family I don't deserve, until it's time for me to go to Mrs Lincoln. When I get there, she has a satisfied smirk on her face, and she tells me to follow her. I do, we go to the attic, and … this woman is into some weird fucking shit! Does she do that with her husband?
"You've been a bad boy this week, haven't you Christian?"
I don't say anything, looking at all the belts and canes and various devices I've never seen before. Is she going to beat me? She grabs my face and forces me to look at her, insisting, "Haven't you?"
I nod, and she digs her nails in my skin and looks expectantly at me. So I say the first thing that comes to my mind, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good pet."
Then she moves and goes to pick up a cane as she explains, "Except for today, you've been working for me for seven days, and you've been wasting your money on alcohol for seven days. So … I guess seven strikes will do. If you make a single noise, I will add more. Do you understand, pet?"
I nod, my heart pounding … I don't want this. "And if you take your punishment well, I shall reward you."
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‼️ TRIGGER WARNING, THIS PART DEALS WITH SEXUAL ABUSE, SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE. ‼️
Mrs Lincoln beat the shit out of me. And I'm pretty sure she loved it. It looked like she did. After the seven (and three for noises) cane strikes, she sucked me off. And I'm not going to lie, it was nice. Very nice. It was the first time someone other than myself gave attention to my cock.
But before sinking on her knees, she told me to wait for her to tell me to cum and … well I didn't. So she used a belt on me, telling me over and over that she was going to set me straight and that she knew I liked it given how quickly I came in her mouth.
I guess she's right. I guess I'm really fucked up inside to actually enjoy this whole fucked up thing. I guess it's what happens when your mother is a crack whore, it turns you into some shitty person. I don't necessarily enjoy the beating. But it seems that it's the only way she can get off.
So for the following two weeks, I go to her place and let her tell me what she expects of me. She loves denying me climax, telling me that I should learn to control myself, whereas it's the anger or the orgasm. She absolutely loves tying me up. And … I guess it's okay. She knows she can't touch my chest. And she loves, loves, loves fucking me with a strap on.
Grace and Carrick do ask me a lot of questions, asking me if I'm okay, telling me that I can tell them anything but … if she hits me like that when I behave, I just can't imagine what she'd do if I tell. So I just wave it off. I tell them that I decided to turn a new leaf and stop disappointing them, but I'm not sure they're convinced. Especially Grace.
Right now, I'm on my knees, doing my best to hold it together as Mrs Lincoln (or Ma'am as she likes me to call her) fucks me from behind. She's wanking me, careful not to touch my back and I'm just panting, ignoring the pain both in my ass and due to the release I can't do.
"That's it, pet. That's the only way you can get off. This is what you need. Someone to set you up straight. Isn't it, pet?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You're going to let me come, and then, I'll teach you how to eat me out properly. But don't come. If you please me … I'll let you fuck my mouth."
"Thank you, Ma'am," I say because I know better than to not acknowledge what she says. She snickers with victory, and slaps my ass with force, before yanking the leash she collared me with up, so I'm arched as she keeps fucking me.
I close my eyes, doing my best not to come, and I can tell she's close. She slurs again and again how in charge she is, how she can't wait for me to eat her out, and then … we are interrupted by a roaring male voice,
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
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Love, Mina 💚💚💚