From Grey To White {Christian Grey}

Chapter 2 - Annie

Madelyn walked into her normal home for the week. She saw a new face, sulking in the corner. She walked over to the young girl that looked to be about fifteen. Madelyn knelt down next to her. "Hi, I'm Maddie."

The young girl was hugging her knees, her eyes stained from tears. She girl sniffled. "I'm Annie."

Madelyn smiled and grabbed her hand. "Well, Annie, how would you like to sleep next to me tonight? I could use a friend."

Annie smiled, wiping her face with the back of her arm. "Yeah. I would like that." She stood, holding onto Maddie's hand. She sat on the bed Maddie had led her to. "Thank you."

Madelyn grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Annie. "How old are you? You look so young."

Annie's lip tweaked, showing a hint of a brief smile. "I'm fifteen."

Madelyn's eyebrows went up. "Wow. You're really young. What are you doing here?" She sat on the bed next to Annie, clutching her pillow to her stomach. "I mean, I usually don't see people as young as you at the homeless shelters."

Annie clutched the blanket tightly. She let go when she realized Madelyn was staring at her hand. "I've never really had a home."

"Are you in the foster system or have you been adopted?"

She shook her head. "I was adopted. But I ran away. My so called dad is never even home. And that woman that is supposed to be my mother is an abusive piece of shit. I was the only kid they had. But they shouldn't be allowed to have any children at all. So, when they turned their backs the other night, I ran away. Now I'm here."

Madelyn wrapped her arms around the poor girl. She could tell Annie was trying not to cry, obviously thinking of terrifying memories. "I am going to find a way to take care of you, okay, Annie?" Annie nodded, finally sobbing into Madelyn's shoulder. Madelyn grabbed her and laid her in the bed. She laid beside her and cuddled against her. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, anymore."

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Madelyn walked into the coffee shop that she was supposed to meet Taylor at. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her last five bucks she had. Should she really spend it on a coffee? She stuffed it back into her jeans and sat at a table near the window, gazing at everything outside. She thought about how much this job would benefit her. She needed to be able to get her own place. She was tired of being homeless, running from shelter to shelter, being kicked to the curb when she had over stayed her welcome. She needed a normal life. Something she never had before.

"Miss Young?" She turned to see a tall man standing before her, two coffees in hand. "You are Miss Young, aren't you?"

She nodded and he sat across from her. He handed her one of the coffees and she smiled. "Thank you," She took a sip. Vanilla latte. Her favorite. How did he know? "You must be Taylor," She finally said. "How is it working for the devil man?" Or should I say Mr. Intimidating?

Taylor shot his eyebrows up, his eyes slightly wider. "Devil man? That's not normally the name woman give him."

"I'm not normal. I'm quite opposite, actually." She shifted in her seat, taking another sip from her coffee. "So, what does this job entitle?"

He pulled some papers out of his jacket, unfolding them. "Sorry," he apologized. "I have to take notes. If I say the wrong thing, Mr. Grey wouldn't be very happy with me." He shuffled through the papers, turning them all different ways. "Ah! Here it is. Okay," He looked up at her, his eyes almost sympathetic. "The job is pretty much being his personal assistant."

She tilted her head. "Pretty much? What does that mean?"

He put his elbows on the table, leaning closer to her and whispering. "You would follow him around whenever he wanted you there. You would go to events with him and um-" He squinted his eyes. "Dates."