"I love you." he said.
"Greg...." I growled.
"Yes." he signed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled getting out of the bed.
"Y/n-"
"No! Don't fucking y/n me! You asshole!" I shouted putting my clothes back on and gathering my things.
"Where are you going?" He asked, slipping his boxer on.
"I don't know! I can't go home! My dad hit me!" I yelled as if he didn't know.
I started to cry.
Greg sighed.
"Look, it's gonna be okay." he said trying to calm me.
"Fuck you!" I yelled I grabbed my backpack and threw my things into my suitcase.
"Y/n stop."
"Shut up Greg!" I shouted opening the door to his house.
"Wait!" he called after me.
I wiped tears from my face as I started down the sidewalk.
"Y/n!" he yelled casing me down the street.
"Just leave me alone!"
He stood in his boxers. He stopped casing me. He started to walk back home. We went our separate ways, but I wasn't leaving alone.
I got a hotel room and met a nice girl we talked about our lives.
She said she was having a terrible day and got in a fight with her boyfriend after she didn't want to marry him, I told her my story and we agreed Greg was an ass. Then she realized that hers wasn't that bad. She went off to apologize to her man, but me no. I stayed at the hotel.
I am so pissed at Greg. Honestly fuck him.
