Sweet life of Phoebe Grey

Chapter 24

(Phoebes Pov)

Today is the day of the charity ball. Ava, Aunt Mia, Aunt Kate, Mom, and I are all at the spa getting our nails, hair, and make up done.

Since my dress is rose gold I get my fingers painted a simple nude color. I have my hair put up because my dress is all open in the back. My mom tells me my hair looks just like hers did on her wedding day.

When we get home my dad is waiting for us in the entry way. "You girls look absolutely breathtaking. Phoebe before you get dressed and ready I want to talk to you in my office." Oh crap what did I do now.

I sit down in the chairs across from his big wooden desk. His office is so intimidating. He is wearing his suit but his tie is not on yet and a couple of buttons are undone.

"Phoebe yesterday when I asked you what was wrong you told me you did bad on your math test. Correct?" I nod my head slowly confused as to why we are talking about this now.

He nods and looks quite pissed off. He pulls out a paper from a pile he has on his desk. Then he walks around the desk to stand in front of me. After he hands me the sheet of paper he leans back, arms crossed against his desk.

On the paper is my math grades printed out. He has highlighted what he wants me to be looking at. The highlighted section reads,

CHAPTER 7 MATH TEST 60/60 100%

"Phoebe I don't know what I can do or say to make you trust me enough to be able to tell me the truth." I put the paper down on the little table next to me.

"Dad… I knew what happened yesterday would have made you freak out and I just didn't want you to have to deal with it." I rub my temples then stop remembering my makeup.

"I think you know me well enough to know that I can handle a lot. I need you to start being honest with me Phoebe. I am really not a fan of you lying to me. In fact I won't tolerate it anymore." He says sternly.

I look up at him as he stands broadly in front of me. "Now you have one chance right now to tell me the truth…" I sigh and look down. I guess I should just tell him.

"When I was talking about the ball with Nathan, he mentioned that a couple of guys from the football team will be there. Including Ryan Malford," I say. I hear dad mumble 's**t' under his breathe and he goes to sit next to me at the opposite chair.

"Phoebe, have you told Nathan about Ryan?" I shake my head no, still not looking at my Dad.

"Are you planning on telling him," he asks me. I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe one day" I mumble.

I see him nod out of the corner of my eye. "Well Phoebe this is what we are going to do… look at me." He says and my eyes shoot up.

"Tonight I am going to have Sawyer and Dovis as normal but also Tucker on you. I am going to warn them about Ryan. Don't even worry about him, just carry on with your night as you would." I nod understanding.

For once I am not complaining about the security. "Thank you Daddy… I am sorry I lied." I say and stand up to hug him. He kisses my forehead then looks at me. "You are the spitting image of your mother." He says and I blush.

I go upstairs to my room and pull out my dress. I need help since it is halter and hard to get into. I call for my mom and ask for her help.

I have to wear no bra with this so it is an awkward situation but my mom acts completely normal while she helps me. She steps back and has me turn.

"Wow Phoebe this dress… your father is going to have a coronary but you look amazing." I smile at her compliment. She helps me pick out my jewelry and get my heels on.

Mom and I walk downstairs together and see Dad waiting by the door. He checks out my mother and takes her hand, helping her down the last few steps.

His eyes then wander to me. I step down the stairs under his gaze. "Phoebe turn around." He says sternly noticing the back of my dress. I do as he says and I hear him growl.

"Phoebe…" My mom cuts him off by putting her hand on his chest. "You look lovely darling…" My mom says.

"You will be staying by my side all night." My dad says and I decide to humor him. "No place I'd rather be" I smirk. Both of my parents shake their heads.

As we arrive at the ball we walk around talking to many different people. Ava and I stick together per usual. Dinner is served then dessert.

After the real 'party' starts. Their is dancing, auctions, and lots of drinks for the adults. A lady comes up to us and talks about the teen tent. My father is hesitant to let me go but after Uncle Elliot and my mom talk to him he lets me.

Once we get to the teen tent the body guards say that Sawyer, Dovis, and Tucker aren't all allowed in. Only one of them is. They decide to let Tucker go in with me, while Sawyer and Dovis guard the exits.

We walk in and their is a dance floor and a bunch of tables. Ava and I immediately go for the pineapple punch. As we are standing and talking a group of guys walks up to us. One of them asks Ava to dance. She looks to me for permission and I nod winking.

I sit at the table alone, pulling my phone out. I text Nathan,

*Sitting alone while Ava flirts with the guys here. Wishing you were here:(* He responds quickly.

*I am watching football at Michaels. None of them better flirt with you. You are all mine baby;). I am missing you too.*

Ugh. I wish he could have came to this stupid ball. I get up to go get more punch. That's when the smell of booze fills my nose.

I feel someone grab me and pull me into a cut side of the tent. Somebody must have cut it themselves. I start panicking and try to scream. Their hand covers my mouth as they pull me into a secluded area.

"You are going to just make this harder on yourself if you don't shut the f**k up." I hear a voice growl. It is not just a voice it is him. Ryan Malford. Where is Tucker he must be coming soon.

I get thrown on the ground and he climbs on top of me. My arms are under his knees. He shoves a cloth in my mouth so I can't scream. He smells so badly of booze. I keep struggling his weight making me feel sick.

"Listen to me you little spoiled b***h. You ruined my life. After I told my dad trying to get you to forgive me he cut me off. I don't get anymore allowance, my curfew is 9 pm, I don't have a phone or a computer. You weren't worth it. Besides you never even forgave me and now it is my turn for revenge." He snickers and tears fall down my face as I keep trying to scream.

He slaps me across the face then rips the neck of my dress off. "No bra Phoebe, you little slut." He says as his hands start groping and grabbing me. All of a sudden he gets thrown off of me. I look up and see Sawyer, My parents, and Dovis standing with me. Tucker is restraining him.

My mom rushes over to me and covers me as best she can with her sheer shawl. My Dad is screaming orders and that's when someone kneels down next to my mom. I am huddled into a ball with my head in my knees.

"Nathan honey thank you for calling Mr. Grey, but right now Phoebe may need some time alone." Nathan… no he can't go. "No I need Nathan." I call out pulling my head up. I see his beautiful face. He kneels down and pulls me to him comforting and covering me.

"Mrs. Grey now that the police are here you and Mr. Grey may have to make statements… I have my car and would be more than happy to take Phoebe home and stay with her." He says and I nod my head. "I w-w-want Nathan to to take me h-home" I say sobbing still.

"Let me talk to Mr. Grey." My mom says and stands leaving us two alone. "Shh baby don't cry." He says rubbing my back up and down.

"Phoebe you had your phone in dress pocket and you butt dialed me… I heard Ryan's voice and you screaming. I called your Dad and rushed here. I am sorry I didn't get here sooner." I am to worked up to talk but thank god for this dress having pockets.

My Dad walks over to us and kneels down. "Nathan, thank you for offering to take Phoebe home… Mrs. Grey and I have to stay and talk to the police. My security Taylor will be following and watching you two as you get home. I will be home as soon as I can. First I would like a moment with my daughter." My dad says and Nathan walks away.

"I am so sorry Bubs I failed you." He says as he holds me. I shake my head but still can't talk because of the crying. "I promise I will fix this Bubs, I love you so much. When I get home you and I are going to leave Seattle and go wherever you want." He says and kisses my head and cheek. I nod and just hug him.

Nathan and I are walking to his car. I am tucked under his arm and have one hand gripped tightly to his shirt and one hand holding up my broken dress. We get in the car and he buckles me in. As he drives I hold his hand and my dress up still.

"We are here baby." Nathan says and helps me out of the car. We slowly walk in. Taylor whispers something to Nathan, then he shakes his hand. Taylor walks off to my surprise.

Nathan has me sit on the first stair so he can take my shoes off. "Oh my poor girl, let me see your arms." I look down at them seeing they are starting to bruise. As I start to cry again I feel him swoop me up in his arms and ask "where is your bedroom." I point up the stairs and to the right.

It's strange having him in my room. He carries me in and sets me down gently. "Let's get you comfortable," He says. Luckily Gail layed out my pjs for the night because she knows how tired I get from these events.

"Phoebe I am going to unzip the dress." He says and I nod. He unzips the lower portion of the dress and slides it down my body. I step out as he puts it on the chair. I am left standing in a nude thong.

"Here Baby." Nathan coaxes as he helps me get my big shirt on. I am standing there feeling numb. He walks me over to the bed and helps me switch my underwear so I am not wearing an uncomfortable thong anymore. He slips on my sweatpants then lays me in my bed.

He sits on the chair near my bed brushing his thumb over my knuckles as I lay there. I don't even know what to think or feel. I start to cry again and that's when he gets in the bed with me. He holds me to his chest and starts to undo my hair. After it is all out he runs his hands through it.

I am left wondering if I am going to get through this. It is like he knows what I am thinking, he whispers to me "I am here for you." I cuddle into him. I am not alone.