Fifty Shades Torn

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With two beautiful children, a loving husband, a high flying job and everything she could ever want or dream of at her expense, Ana is living the life that she always dreamed of. Until one day, her life is thrown into turmoil and she questions whether she made the right decision marrying and making a life with fifty shades.

Phoebe POV

My dad is so overbearing. One date, actually no scrap that, I spoke to him and ate lunch with him at school and he's run a full bloody background check on him. He always does this, mum tries to help the situation and she usually does calm him down- whatever she does I want to learn how to do it, it'll come in handy!

I always used to be a little daddies girl until I realised how controlling and how he has to know every little detail; a negative of being a big shot CEO I suppose. He's not this bad with Ted and it winds me up sometimes, well- a lot of the time if I'm honest. It wound me up so much one time I put my fist through the door, I've never seen mum so angry, she put me into body combat lessons to vent my anger at something else. Funnily, my punishment was more enjoyable than I thought and I still attend once a week. It also helps massively when Teddy and I fight, he hasn't beaten me once- wimp.

"Phoebe, dinner's ready sweetheart." My mum shouted up to me, intruding on my running thought stream. "Teddy, move I will not ask you twice!" she shouted at Teddy, I stifled at laugh- Teddy always gets it worse from my mum, I suppose she's equalling the playing field with dad and I.

Dinner is always a family occasion, dad is so strict about us eating three meals a day, I often don't eat my lunch, like today, just to piss him off. Walking into the dining room I could tell that dad is stressed- he's running his hand through his hair and ignoring mum's attempt to calm him down.

"Hello sweetie, lasagne tonight is that ok?" Gail asks me, like I could say no! Her food is to die for!

"Of course it's okay Gail! I'm starving!"

"Well that's because you never ate your lunch." Dad blankly cut in unnecessarily.

"Oh whatever dad, I wasn't hungry at lunch. Deal with it." He's not scolding me now, not after what he's done. Again.

"Arguing again are we? Surprise surprise there." Teddy remarks walking in and pulling up a chair next to mum, she swats him on the arm and gives him a stern look of disgust. He quickly shuts up- my mum can be lethal.

"Don't speak to me like that please Phoebe. Sit down and eat your food." He always has to have the last word, it's so frustrating. I think that's why me and him clash so much- we are so alike it's uncanny. I look like my mother, fight like my father is what my Grandma Grace always says. Gail serving dinner cuts the tension and we all tuck in.

Mum makes small talk about our days, Teddy replies enthusiastically telling her about football and his classes, you would never think he was graduating this year- he acts like an 8th grader. Mum replies saying how her day was boring as usual, talking about various drafts she read and stuff, it's hard to listen as I can feel the tension between dad and I still thick in the air. It feels as if we are staring each other out, each waiting for the other to crack first. It won't be me I can tell you that much. Sensing this mum steps in,

"So Christian, how was your day at the office darling?" she places her hand on his arm, trying to get him to come back to the land of living.

"Same as usual, nothing changes in my world."

"I'm sure something must have happened in the wonderful world of Mr Grey, big CEO of Grey Enterprise and leader of the universe." I drop into the conversation, needlessly I know, but to be honest I don't really care. He just stares at me and the table goes quiet, Teddy and mum look on intently to see dad's reaction to my, sarcastic, comment. He looks up at me, his grey eyes burning into me. He holds his stare for a while, I hold his. It feels as if no-one is breathing, I have heard about dad's temper from Grandma, but he has never let is show to either me or Teddy. He slowly rises from his seat, putting his knife and fork down as he does it and turns to walk away. Just as he is starting to walk away, word vomit leaves my mouth, in the most sarcastic way it possibly could,

"But dad, you haven't finished your dinner."

"Phoebe, stop." Mum tries to warn me, but he's pissed me off today and now it's his turn to feel how I do daily, like I'm always submissive to him- like I have to do everything he says and not question it. I'm 16, I question everything in life.

"I'm not hungry." Dad replies looking straight into my eyes; grey on grey.

"Oh but when I don't eat my lunch-"

"Stop, the both of you!" my mum cuts in. "Will you both please just stop arguing." She sounds exasperated and I can't defy her now, she's going to pull out the whole disappointed card and how we should be more grown up. I don't want to listen to this,

"I'm going upstairs, I'll see you tomorrow." I say and walk away from the table and take the stairs two at a time; before dad and I start fighting properly.

"Why can't you just leave it Feebs?" Teddy asks, walking into my room. "Dad has obviously had a bad day and you just keep going for him." He slumps down on my bed beside me.

"Oh piss off Teddy, I need to get ready to go to the gym." The gym has always been my place of sanity, where I can vent my anger out on something, or someone if I'm lucky and my sparring partner, Luke, is there.

"Your having a laugh right," Teddy laughs to himself, "dad won't let you go out now."

"Which is why I am going to time it perfectly, don't you worry Teddy, I'll get out of this house tonight."

"Well as long as you're at the gym I don't care, I need to be able to get you if anything happens- so if you're not going there then please tell me where, just so I know." What is it with this over-protective Grey Y chromosome? Granpa, Dad, Teddy, Uncle Elliot, his boys- they all have it. Stupid gene.

"Yes I am, I wouldn't meet a boy looking like this Teddy. Jheez you can be stupid."

"Okay okay, well have fun!" He says and he leaves my room, leaving me to finally have some peace. If I time this right then Dad should be doing some work now and mum faffing around in her room or office. It's now or never.

I slowly walk down the stairs feeling like a stealth bomber. One creak and I'm blown. I reach the bottom of the stairs and the foyer is clear, surprisingly as Taylor is usually always milling about around here doing his security thing. I get to the door and open it so quietly; I dare risk getting my keys out. I'm out of the door safely and I run to my car, my beautiful Audi Q7, something about my father and Audi's, we all seem to have one. I get in at record pace and speed down the driveway, looking in my interior mirror I see no-one, I'm in the clear. The gates open and just before I exit I see a vulnerable, dishevelled man stood at the door- hands braced on the doorframe. Not the clean get-a-way I had hoped for then.