Picking up the Pieces

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English is not my first language:)
I thought about uploading this story for a long time and I'm finally doing it

It all started when she was 5. Her mother left her father and moved to Boston.
It really started when she was seven with her mothers boyfriend at the time.
Every time her mother wasn't at home, which was almost twenty four hours a day, she left her alone with her boyfriend.
At first it started with simple touches, small strokes over skin. It quickly escalated.
Two months before her eights birthday he went all the way with her, "all the good girls do this" and this was when she started to be all on her own. "Don't tell mommy or the magic spell isn't working"
He was her mothers boyfriend for two years.

Her mother seemed to have a type after leaving Thatcher and Richard Webber.
As if she had enough of the "good, nice guys" she started to settle for the bad ones. The ones who treated her good, but not her daughter.

Meredith didn't know any better. She was used to being used and hurt. Her mother didn't believe her, what didn't help her with seeing how this all was so wrong.

When she first met Derek Shepherd, she thought her life was finally giving her mercy. Finally, after 28 years, her bruises started to faint, physically as well as emotionally. She thought she was finally home.

But her luck came crashing down on her with the arrival of Dr Addison Adrienne Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd, the woman with the long ass name, the woman whose hair was redder than fire, the woman one would suspect to model for Chanel, the woman who was married to Derek Shepherd.

After some days after her arrival Meredith started to forget about Derek Shepherd, until he started to continue what so many men in her life had done to her before.

Addison Montgomery tried to hate the woman who had slept with her husband. But she found that she couldn't, no matter how much she wanted it. Meredith had no fault in her and her husbands failings. Meredith didn't know. She didn't know, and that made it impossible to hate her.

And after some days with Meredith on her service she became accustomed with the blondes presence, she even started to like her. And the more time the women spent together on cases the more they learned about each other.

Meredith had learned from a young age how to read people. It was some sort of self protection, an ability that saved her from some beatings.
She didn't take long to read Addison, see the little twitch on the corner of her red lips when someone told something funny and Addison tried not to laugh.
She saw the short flicker in Addisons eyes when she saw something concerning on the ultrasound but didn't want the patients to worry.
She saw the scrunching of Addisons nose when she was confused.
She saw the way Addison flicked her fingers when she was angry but tried to suppress it or that she flicked her fingers the other way around when she was in distress.
Or the way her eyes widened for a beat of the heart when she was scared.

Addison always was good at reading people, but Meredith was a mystery for her. She could see the walls the blonde intern had built around her, she saw how Meredith flinched when someone touched her. Her eyes did never say anything and her laugh and smile were never sincere.
The only thing Addison knew about the intern, other than that she was the most beautiful woman Addison had ever seen, was that she was an open book for the blonde. Even when Addison tried to hide her feelings in front of Meredith, she knew that she knew, there was no doubt in that.

And even though it freaked her out in the beginning she quickly started to feel save next to Meredith, next to the woman who seemed to read her mind and no matter what Addison felt would never judge her.

Addison quickly developed a kind of trust to Meredith she never felt with anyone else, not in the OR where Meredith seemed to know what she needed before she had to say it and not out of the OR, where she even when she came to rounds with red puffy eyes did never get any wrong reactions from Meredith.
Every time Meredith saw Addison cry she never had pity or judge in her eyes, only understanding. That were the only moments Addison saw something in Merediths eyes in general. She only saw something else than emptiness in the interns light green eyes when she herself was feeling bad and Meredith shot her one of those glances that contained everything inside them Addison needed in just this moment. Sometime it was understanding, sometime even a quiet promise that everything will be good again, that the world wasn't ending.

And every night when Addison went to sleep the last thing she saw were those light green eyes.