"Mrs. Grey, please calm down," says Gail after moving the children to her apartment.
"Really?" I yell. "How do you suggest I do that?" I immediately feel horrible for yelling at her, she's been nothing but helpful.
My phone vibrates and I look around, Miss Evelyn is sitting on the couch in the living room, staring at the television that is not turned on and Gail is pacing in the kitchen.
FROM: CHRISTIAN
WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?
TO: CHRISTIAN
IN THE APARTMENT. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.
FROM: CHRISTIAN
ACCORDING TO SUE, HER MOM HAS PHOEBE.
I gasp out loud and look at Mrs. Taylor. She looks at me, but doesn't ask what the texts are about.
TO: CHRISTIAN
HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET PHOEBE?
FROM: CHRISTIAN
SHE HAD HELP
TO: CHRISTIAN
FROM?
FROM: CHRISTIAN
ARE YOU ALONE AND DO YOU PROMISE NOT TO OVERREACT AND TAKE THINGS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS?
TO: CHRISTIAN
IF IT'S WHO I THINK IT IS, NO I DO NOT. HOW?
FROM: CHRISTIAN
SHE IS SUE'S AUNT. HER MOM'S SISTER.
TO: CHRISTIAN
SHE'S BEEN OUR NANNY SINCE TED WAS A BABY!
FROM: CHRISTIAN
WE'RE AT THE HOUSE. I'LL TEXT YOU WHEN I CAN.
No, I need to know what's going on! I look at Gail who has started to do the dishes. I hand her my phone so she can read the texts silently. Her face goes from pale white to angry red. She looks to the living room where Evelyn is sitting, she has begun rocking. The police officer is standing at the door, fidgeting and trying to figure out what to do with himself. I can't not do something.
I want to walk, I want to pace, I want to think before I confront Evelyn. She doesn't deserve to be called 'miss' anymore. Dammit she doesn't deserve much of anything if harm comes to Phoebe. Why are we protecting her? Why is she here? Does Christian really think I'm not going to do anything? I roll to the couch and look at her. She looks away.
"Four and a half years," I say as tears roll down my face.
"Ma'am?" she feigns innocence.
"You have been part of my children's lives nearly as long as they've been alive," I say with as much calm as I can. I can feel the hatred filling my soul. "Was this your plan from day one?" I ask.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't you play with me, EVELYN. How DARE you!" The officer walks to stand beside the couch.
"You don't know the whole story." She seems so calm.
"Enlighten me, then," I say, I can feel my pulse throughout my entire body.
"It's not my place."
"Do you want me to put you in your place? Because I really don't care that there is a cop here, I will KILL you if ANY harm comes to my daughter!"
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Thanksgiving
FanfictionChristian and Anastasia Grey are preparing a huge feast for Thanksgiving when someone thought long-gone shows up at their door. Christian is presented with the past he thought he'd never have to face, while Anastasia grows frustrated with his inabi...
