Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢•

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"Violet, I know this is hard, but we can not be here any longer." His words came out hastily. He pats his pants as he searches for something, something he needs urgently from the looks of it.

"Grey, what?" I turn around and try to access the situation at hand. I run a hand over my hair absent mindlessly.

Grey ignores me and pulls his phone out. His fingers move fast as he types in a number.

"Mads, I need you to..." I watch him walk away with his phone covering his ear.

I turn to look around my apartment and back at Grey. What in the world has my life come to? I squat down and look at the rips in the couch. It peels over and the fabric hangs sadly. The cabinet door creaks on its hinges and the scuffs embedded themselves in my cracked wooden floors more time passes. I am frozen and unable to control the situation at all.

Grey paces back and forth with his phone covered like he is in some sort of ultra-secret spy conversation. He rocks back and forth on his heels, an anxious move I have never seen Grey do before.

"Come on," He holds out his hand as a sign as he holds the phone to his ear with his other hand.

Still shaken and scared, I grab onto his hand for dear life. We practically run down the stairs and he opens the door for me to enter his car.

"Gr-" I barely am able to get out as he pulls out of the parking spot and accelerates so fast I have to grip onto my leather seat. "Hey, what's-what's going on?" I whip my head to his.

He doesn't respond but instead ticks his jaw and grips the steering wheel hard. His knuckles turn a concerning color of white.

"Fuck." He slams the steering wheel causing me to jolt back. "sorry." He says under his breath and looks away.

"Grey is something going on?" I press. "Besides the obvious destruction of my apartment." I fidget with my fingers.

"Violet. My dad left me some real fucked up shit on me. Some shit he couldn't figure out. That I was left to sort out." He huffs out.

I don't know what conjures in me, but I lay my hand on his. He turns his head to mine and looks at me. His eyes are full of fury, worry, and sadness, it breaks me to see him like that.

He focuses back on the road and I leave my hand on his. He rests it on the shift gear and for some odd reason, I like my hand here. I'm not sure if he thinks it's an awkward move, so I slowly let my hand go and blush as I look away.

His hand reaches over for mine immediately and he holds my hand on my lap. He gives it a squeeze and releases that firm grip on the steering wheel.

"today is so terrible." I breathe out into one word.

I feel him nod and decide we could use a break. I know this road pretty well and, know one of my favorite ice cream shops is just around the corner.

"How about we get some ice cream?" I run my thumb over his knuckles and hope it will slightly persuade him.

"To-go." He says more as a statement than question.

"ok." I shrug and smile in anticipation for some ice cream.

~

In a compromise we agreed to get ice cream through drive through, but my input was to eat it at a park. I guess we'll be doing a lot of compromises in order to avoid useless arguments.

Grey and I sat in the car with the windows down. Grey parked in a killer viewing area. It showed the city and I felt so at peace even when the world around me seemed to crumble without any warnings.

Grey opted for a chocolate scoop while I chose cookie dough.

"How is it?" He looked at me while I licked my ice cream.

I was pulled out of my head when he asked. My mind still swirled with unanswered questions about my apartment. It left a pit in my stomach and hole in my chest.

I put on a smile and nod my head. "Good. Wanna try?" I hold out the cone.

He looked between my eyes while coming close and took a lick. It was short and sweet but my head played it in slow-mo not being able to look away. I managed to swallow and look away.

"hm." He hummed. "sweet," He smirked. Clearing his throat he looked down. "I'm really sorry about today."

My whole demeanor changed and a somber look filled my face. Grey held his hand out tentatively out to my face. Like at any second I'd bite his fingers off.

"I barely answered your question from today and yesterday. You deserve nothing but the truth. Like I mentioned-" Grey swallowed thickly. "I've got some shit put on me. My whole protecting you was so that you- God forbid- in a situation where you were inside the apartment when it happened. Whatever the fuck that was. If anything ever happened to you- I would never forgive myself." He struggled to get the words out.

I turn to look at his face and its deep frown of guilt. He looks at his finished icecream and I realize he began to think about the situation, had I been in the apartment at that time.

"I'm ok though." I lift up his head slightly with my fingers on his chin.

He looks into my eyes and I try to muster a smile.

I reach over the console and give an innocent kiss. But of course nothing is innocent with Grey. We deepen the kiss and I melt into him.

I need more. I move over the console with a tug of Grey pushing my body. He lifts my hips as I move them over to his seat. I straddle on his lap and his hands leave the stinging, yet tingling feeling all over my hips.

Our slow kiss turns into a hungry one as I press my hands on the back of his hands on my hips. I run my hand up through the hair I once did over and over again.

It saddens me for a bit but the high of our kiss- well now- make out sesh makes me forget completely about it.

"Violet." He breathes out and traces his fingers over my inner thighs.

I take a break and inhale deeply next to his neck. Wow. What just happened.

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