Christian's Yearning

CH04: ~ Mama Grey ~

~ Mama Grey ~

… June 14th Seattle, W.A. …

Elena took a few steps away from Christian. The images of a young Christian bound and gagged disappeared up in smoke; they were replaced with dread that her longtime friend, and unfortunately his mother, discovered their long held secret.

Christian was standing there, no reacting at all, as if he was frozen in time.

Grace stepped in front of Elena and slapped her, hard. The slap ripped Elena's lip open splattering blood all around and staining the plush white carpet.

As a reflex, Elena raised her hand but thought better than to strike back. Instead, she held her palm against her cheek and lip; her eyes spat fire not unlike those of a fighting bull. The metallic taste was overwhelming when she swallowed. Only minutes ago Elena was preparing for a playroom scene with her long ago submissive; now she must go and find release somewhere else.

"Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get OUT!" demanded Grace.

"You do not understand, Grace, he has needs!" Elena rumbled trying to explain.

"Get OUT!" Grace bellowed; she picked up Elena's purse from the table and threw it against a wall. “Oh so help me God I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

Elena considered her options for a second. Because she knew Christian would never forgive her if she did anything to Grace, she walked over to the wall, picked up her purse, and walked away.

Christian stood there in a trance; he was lost in his own mind, waiting for commands. He did not react at all…

Once Elena was out the apartment, Grace turned to look at her son. "Christian, are you having an affair with Elena?" She demanded to know; she already guessed the answer but needed the confirmation.

"No," he answered using a monotone voice.

They stood there for a few minutes; finally, Grace walked over to the couch her mind racing a mile a minute.

"Let’s talk." Christian stood there doing nothing; there was no reaction from him at all. "Sit, Christian." Grace used an annoyed tone.

Christian dropped to his knees, parted slightly, head bowed, hands interlaced behind his back. He looked like a POW resigned that he has only minutes of life. Elena trained him well.

"What are you doing?" He did not answer. "Where is Ana?" Again, there was no answer. "Christian Trevelyan-Grey, I asked you a question and I expect an answer!" Her voice was now harsh and demanding.

"I don't know where Ana is."

"John said your ex-girlfriend had a gun to Ana's head" – Elena and an ex, I really do not know much about you do I; what kind of a mother does not know these things!

… Again there was no answer… time stood still…

"Talk to me Christian!" Grace ordered.

"What would you like me to say?" He answered as if he was practicing the answer to a rote question in primary school.

They sat there for about fifteen minutes. He held her gaze, not saying anything, and not moving. Grace was studying him: he was not really there; he looked lost and distant. It reminded her of the little abused and forgotten boy she adopted so long ago.

Her doctor training screamed; there was something not quite right with the situation and she realized she was in over her head. She closed her eyes, walked to her purse, and called Dr. Flynn.