grayson's empire

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Ele's POV

i am 35 weeks pregnant and still working. Grayson is officially dating a girl named marie. yes the girl we ran into at the grocery store. the girl i used to call my bestfriend. i feel alone in this building full of people. but. still going strong for the little miracle that i'm carrying around. 

alot has changed the past weeks. well months. bentley also fell in love with a girl. they moved out. he moved next door to me. it still feels lonely. sometimes i can hear their laughter. and wish i had someone to laugh with. the house feels cold and even if the heat is up all the way. it doesn't get warmer. the light doesn't light up the house like it used to anymore. i hate change. 

the babyroom is done. i like that about the house. i sit in the room quite often, it brings me peace. today brings me anything but peace. we have a large board meeting. but grayson has been quite rude to me. even after all he promised.  i wish it stayed the same.

i walk into the conference room. my bump showing really well. the dress hugging my bump perfectly as my heels click on the floor. yes i'm 35 weeks and 5 days pregnant and i still wear heels. it's a boss bitch thing i guess. "could you possibly be any slower?" grayson asks eyeing me up and down. "sorry i have been carrying a child around. it's quite tiring. i know a monster like you wouldn't understand, you'd leave the woman you'd impregnate behind. but it's quite the exercise." i answer while sitting down. "eleanor you're a cheater, that's all you are. you are worthless" it feels like someone is cutting off my air supply "I GOT DRUGGED. AND RAPED. WE WERE BROKEN UP". i exclaim feeling my cheeks heat up. my entire body trembles i get up again and walk out of the conference room. gasping to allow some air into my lungs. 

grasping onto the walls and doorframes. trying to ground myself. but it's no use. my arms are weak. my feet are tired. my mind is tired. maybe they're all right. maybe i am worthless. maybe i need to stop denying it. when i finally reach my  desk i sit down on my chair. still not getting enough air. 

i see someone walk in but can't see who it is. it's to blurry. "eleanor, dear is everything alright?" i try to give her an answer, but tongue feels numb. "MR ARLOW, I NEED YOUR HELP OVER HERE" i think it's lydia. i feel someone touch my face. i don't know if it's Mr arlow or lydia. i can't see or breath still. "hey, eleanor, hey look at me. Look at me" its grayson. and suddenly, i get my vision back, i can breath again. but the tears stream down my face uncontrollably. "can i leave?" i ask him. he nods getting up. i grab my stuff and rush home. i'm. done. 

mel and benji have moved across the hall from me. they're just a door away. i sit down in the nursery crying. after hours of me trying to get myself together i finally grab the still untouched box that has been standing underneath my bed for years. i open it and find all my coloringbooks. it was my only copingmechanism. 

when i see the books the flashbacks fly through my brain. i grab the last empty coloring book and all my markers and colored pencils before starting to draw. taking my mind off the past hours. i write little notes on the back of the papers. for the baby when suddenly my door opens. i flinch and look up. grayson. "you should really lock your door." he states closing the door back up. "then fucking knock. what are you doing here?" i ask him. "are you really coloring? how old are you? 3?" he asks looking at the stack of coloring books. "yes asshat, i really am coloring. to keep myself from starving myself. or cutting myself up over the flashbacks, the shit you said and the rape i've just been through" i tell him. walking to the kitchen and start cutting up some fruit. 

"eleanor. are you telling me the truth about how you got pregnant" i get frustrated and angry by that answer. i lose my concentration on cutting the fruit and accidentally cut my finger. "ow fuck" i exclaim and hold my bleeding finger above the sink while trying to reach the cabinet for a bandaid. "you need to be careful." he says helping me get the bandaids. "NO GRAYSON. YOU NEED TO LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU THINK I'D LIE ABOUT GETTING RAPED? I THOUGHT YOU'D STAY DURING THIS PREGNANCY. NOW I'M CARRYING SOMEONE ELSES KID. AND I'M DOING IT ALL ALONE. AND ON TOP OF THAT YOU ACCUSE ME OF LYING. DO YOU EVEN REALIZE OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS FAKE. I COULDN'T EVEN CHEAT IF I'D WANT TO. BECAUSE IT WAS FAKE GRAYSON. IT WAS FAKE" I yell frustrated. "woah ele i heard yelling you o- oh it's him. Eleanor. what did he do to you?" bentley exclaims pushing grayson asside, pointing at the floor. there's liquid everywhere. and i sure as hell know i did not pee my pants. "Mr Arlow, i'd like to be placed to a different location"