Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎•

~𝚅~
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝

After our conversation yesterday, I fell asleep and dreamt about my apartment. The light that seeps through my curtains every morning, my little kitchen that hosted many wine and charcuterie nights with Mason and Jamie. My furniture that was picked with time and my very intricate Pinterest board.

Waking up, I jump out of my bed and hop into the shower. The thought of my apartment has given me so much energy. After I change into my new clothes, and settle on the comfy big green shirt with athletic shorts I bought yesterday, I step over the to the mirror.

Drying my curls, I look into the mirror and watch my curls slowly form. I love dragging them down and watching them spring back up.

My phone buzzes loudly and I jump slightly at the abrupt sound.

Grey: I'm downstairs, ready when you are.

Grabbing my phone and emptied backpack, I practically run down the stairs excitedly. Grey stands there with his hands in his pockets as usual and sports a black fitted shirt.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Yup!" I beam and beat him to the door.

"wrong door." He turns the opposite way.

Oops. This stupid house will take me years to memorize the layout. I follow Grey as he leads me down zig zag hallways and finally to the huge garage.

I guess I never really payed attention to his likings because he has so many cars. Walking towards a R8, it's white and too pristine for me to look at, nevertheless get in.

"Come on." He smirks and nods his head as a signal for me to get in. I try to sit as daintily as I possibly can and avoid making any noise. He opens the garage and reverses out fast.

He clears his throat while holding the back of my seat while backing out. "I- I want to say." He shifts in to drive. "I'm sorry."

I turn my head quickly to his. So quick I might've gotten whiplash had a headrest not been there. He turns back in his seat once fully reversed and hardens his jaw.

"I lashed out at you and was unreasonable, but please understand Violet. My intentions on keeping you here are souly to keep you safe." He grips the wheel, in turn causing his knuckles to turn white.

"I... can understand." I look out the window. "I don't exactly agreed with it, but I think I understand.

"Thank you." He clears his throat again, clearly uncomfortable.

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him. It seems like he truly only wants me here to keep me safe. He could've left me alone and annoyed with paparazzi. Not to mention the fan girls lashing out on me.

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The drive was quite besides the slight beat of music coming from the radio. It got too awkward so I took it upon myself to put some low upbeat music to fill the void of silence.

Eventually, but dreadfully slowly, we got to my apartment with no directions. Only because Grey is apparently a stalker and knows it
by driving one time to my apartment.

Stepping out of the car, I look up at my apartment complex. Home.

"You got a key?" He asks me. I nod and we walk in together.

He never leaves my side which makes me aware of how protective he is taking this whole scandal. Inserting the key into the door I open my lovely apartment and it feels so good to come back. I reminisce on the familiar smell as I open the door, but my smile is ripped right off my face at the sight infront of me.

Cushions scatter on the floor. Doors halfway hang on their hinges. Cabinets ripped opened and latches broken off. The sofa I worked so hard to pay off was shredded into pieces.

A word was etched into it but I wasn't able to read it. My eyes began to tear up. This whole apartment is what I worked so hard for. It may be some shabby old apartment, but it was mine.

"Who would do this." I stood there with tears streaming down my face. I wiped them quickly and tried to compose myself with Grey right behind me.

His arm held my head and that was my breaking point. I turned around and clutched his button up as I sobbed an ugly cry. This was the breaking point to the stress from all of this week and all the new changes it was all too much. It was like my world flipped everything I knew over and said to deal with it.

"Violet, we will get to the bottom of this. Whoever the hell did this will pay." He ran his hands through my hair to comfort me.

I turned my head towards the sofa to read the words.

'WEAK' It read.

"G-grey what does that mean??" I sobbed, my grip holding tight against his chest.

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