Grian Oneshots

74 ~ Dirty [Angst]

It's based off an AU made by an extremely amazing writer. The Dirty Series by PinkBossMusic to be exact. If your okay with a smutty and angsty AU I suggest you read it.

DomxJxSamxTaurtisxGrian.

TW: Child Abuse; Alcoholism; Self deprecating thoughts; Self Harm; Dissociation;

Edit: Thanks for the 4.15k reads. <3

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As the yelling continued from the kitchen, Grian found himself in the corner fo his room. He didn't recognize that he was doing anything, nor did he hear the slamming of doors. Only the argument he heard every time.

He was five. Today was his birthday, but he didn't care. He just wanted the argument to stop. He laid in his bed with tears running down his cheeks as he covered his ears and clenched his eyes shut.

"Please! You have to stop drinking!" His mother's voiced cried out.

"Why should I listen to you!?" The voice of his father yelled, something shattering against, presumably, the counter.

"I-I'll leave! I'll take Grian and leave!" She cried out.

A shout and a large slam made the boy flinch. Whatever had been slammed into the wall, fell.

"No you won't!" His father yelled, before his loud heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Please! Don't hurt him!" His mother cried.

Her softer more rushed footsteps followed her husbands. His door was slammed open, and he tried not to move. He felt someone grab his pajama shirt, and pick him up. He grabbed onto the hand and his eyes shot open.

"Please! John!" His mother cried.

He was thrown onto the ground, and the argument continued in the boy's room.

"He's such a little bitch! Hes crying! He is just as useless as you!" His father yelled.

A swift kick in the boy's side sped up the tears, and he tried standing up to run. He was grabbed by his hair and thrown into his bookcase however, and his father stormed out of the house.

His mother grabbed Grian and held him tightly. Grian's strength was weak, but he hugged his mom.

"...I am so sorry..." Was all he heard until he passed out.

Grian flinched as he felt something hit a tender spot. He looked around his room, taking everything in. He was still un the corner, nothing had changed. The yelling was gone, and it was almost too quiet in the house. It was much darker outside, so he assumed he'd dissociated.

He looked down at his arm to see why he had snapped out of the memory. He had scratched his arms badly, and there was a shit ton of blood. He stood up shakily, and made his way to his door. He quietly opened it and walked to the bathroom just as quietly.

He looked at himself in the mirror, before feeling like he was going to throw up. His eyes were almost dead, void of any emotion. He had scratches all along his neck, but the deeper ones on his neck were around his ears.

He walked back to his room to get clean clothing, and returned to the bathroom. He placed his clothes on the counter and took off his sweater. The scratches seemed to have stopped bleeding, but that didn't stop it from looking like he was close to death. He shook his head and started a cold shower. Undrressing and stepping in, he closed his eyes.

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Dom and Sam stepped out of their rooms ready to kill the other. They stopped in suprise when they saw eachother however. J and Taurtis followed them out quickly, before also becoming suprised.