CHAPTER 35: 35 - RIGHT

I take Carol and go over to Grey's the first thing next morning. I expect both the Grey's to the sleeping. I

ring the doorbell and nothing. It's so awkward. I still have the key to his place and I used to just barge in

earlier. I ring the doorbell again and I hear Christian shout " Comingggg... "

He opens the door another minute later. He is bouncing a bawling Ana in his arms who calms down

when she sees us. Grey is surprised too. He is shirtless and tired.

"What do you want?" He asks me, trying not to look at Carol.

"We just wanted to see if Ana's fine now. " I ask him.

"She is fine. Thank you for your help yesterday. "He tells us, formally.

"No no! I'm notttt fine! My knees hurt and daddy says I gave to go to Mr. G Y

to get the dressing changed! Uncle Jayyyy I don't want to." She whines.

"I'll do it baby, okay? And Carol got you a get well soon card and some cookies too." I tell her.

"No thanks, I will take her to the doctor. "

Ouch. That hurt. Ana starts crying.

"You can take the cookies and the cards though" he adds, to calm her down. We are still standing at

the door. He doesn't even ask us in.

Carol hands him the card and the cookies and Grey can't help but smile warmly at her. I feel jealous.

"Let me do it, Grey. Please. It will just take ten minutes and then I will be out of your hair."

"No. Thank you for the card and all. You can go now." He steps back and tries to shut the door.

Ana starts crying and throwing a tantrum.

"Do you remember what happened last week? Or do you need a reminder so soon?" Grey threatens

her and she quietens up in a second. What the fuck did he do to her?! I haven't seen Grey spanking

Ana or Carol very hard earlier.

Carol hugs Christian’s legs before he can say anything.

"Please uncle Christian don't kick us out. Let daddy help Ana. You know how she hates Dr. G. please

please pleaseeeee." Grey looks like he is about to say something but he holds back and nods.

He takes a step back and I take that as the permission to finally enter his house. I look around in

supreme shock. The house looks like it survived 7 tornados and 3 earthquakes.

Grey looks at me and probably realises for the first time the state his house is in. He doesn't say

anything. I walk in between things. There is diaper on the dining table and a book on top of that. I hope

that's not used diaper. Ems lying in the kitchen counter near a box of open fruits. There are clothes all

over the place. Dirty milk bottles and unclean plates are on the couch in the living room. The

refrigerator door is open and there is GoT playing on the television.

"What happened in here....?" Carol wonders out loud.

"Shhh!" I shush her.

I extend my hands to hold Ana and take her to her room. She jumps out of his arms before he can

protest.

"Carol, why don't you keep uncle Grey company while I fix Ana up. We'll be back in ten." I tell them and

hurry with Ana upstairs.

There are things on the staircase. Is that Grey's latest design?! How is it on the floor along with Ana's

paci and a banana?

Ana's room is in the same state. There are so many things on her crib I wonder where to lay her down?

I pick up things from the changing table and throw them inside the crib and lay her down.

There's first aid kit right there. Thank God.

"So, daddy's been mad huh?" I ask Ana as I start undoing her bandage. "Did he leave you in the park

because he was mad at you?"

"Mostly sad. Only last week he got super mad when I kept on running to the door to come to Carol. I

was missing her sooo much. He left me in the park with some uncle Mark cos he had to go to his office

to empty his cabin and get his pay check. We sort of ran out of money; I think. " She tells me. It breaks

my heart.

"Close your eyes baby, this is going to sting for a second." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I tell her as I clean her wounds again. "Ow! Ow! Oweeee!" She shouts a little but thankfully doesn't cry.

I rebandage her knees.

"There, such a brave Ana! You didn't even cry!" I tickle her sides lightly and she giggles.

"Ana, what did daddy do to you last week?" I ask her.

"Belt.... " She croaks. "I hated him."

Oh, poor baby. I try not to cry.

"Ana, you understand that it's partly my fault too that daddy has been like this? It's not all his fault."

She just stares at me.

"It's okay. I am so so so sorry I have been a such a bad uncle and friend of late." I hug her and she

hides her face in the croon of my neck.

"But it'll all be fine now. I'll make it all better, I promise." I hug her tight.