I'm sat on the couch watching tv. Its 10pm. Me and derek were supposed to have a date night tonight but he stood me up.
The elevator doors open and he walks in. I don't look at him. He walks over to the dressers. I hear him open them, probably to get changed into his pyjama bottoms.
He walks over to me. I keep my eyes on the tv as he kneels infront of me. He puts his hands on my legs.
"You didn't have to wait up for me" he says. I Ignore him. "I know you're mad at me baby, I'm sorry" he says. I keep my eyes on the tv.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" He puts his hands on my neck, stroking my jaw gently with his thumbs. I scoff, rolling my eyes.
"Just go away derek.. go back to work.. do whatever the fuck it is that you think is more important than spending time with your girlfriend" I pull his hands away.
"I'm sorry mer" he kisses my leg. He kisses up my body softly. I roll my eyes as he kisses my neck. "No" I push him away. I get up and walk away.
"Did you see this? The dishes in the kitchen? The candles.. the rose petals" I ask, going to the kitchen. "No, I didn't" he says quietly.
"I spent three weeks learning how to cook this meal for you for our anniversary.. did you even remember that it was our anniversary?" I ask. He looks at me, guilt in his eyes.
"You're such a fucking asshole.. two years! Two fucking years we've been together and you don't even fucking remember" I chuckle in disbelief.
"I'm so so sorry sweetheart, I didn't-" he walks over to me, putting his hands on my waist. "Its fine!" I rip his hands off of me.
"It obviously isn't fine" he sighs. "No, it isn't fine" I say. "I'm sorry" he says. "You really hurt my feelings" I say tearfully. "Please don't cry" he puts his hands on my cheeks.
"Where were you?" I pull his hands away. He doesn't say anything. I raise my brow. "Where were you?!" I ask firmly. "At work" he says. I scoff.
"I'm going to cristina's" I barge past him. I grab some pyjamas. I'm still wearing my dress that I was going to wear for the date so I just grab the rest of my stuff quickly as I try not to cry.
"Please don't leave" he walks over to me. "Why do you care?" I say. "Because it's our anniversary and I wanna be with you" he says. I laugh.
"You should've thought about that earlier" I go to the elevator. "Baby" he grabs my arm gently. I turn around, glaring at him. He let's go. He sighs as I walk into the elevator and leave.
As soon as the elevator doors close, tears run down my cheeks. I sniffle, wiping my cheeks. How did he forget?
The elevator doors open. I wipe my tears and walk out. I go to the exit. "Hey sammy.. are any of Derek's drivers here?" I ask the guy holding the door.
"No, I'm sorry miss grey.. he sent all of them home for the day" he says. I sigh. "Thanks anyway" I walk out. I sigh. I guess I can walk.
I start walking down the empty streets. I groan as it starts raining. It's dark so there's barely even any cabs on the streets, not that I remembered to bring any cash anyway.
I look behind me as I realise there's a black car. It's been behind me for a while now. I walk a bit faster. I look down nervously as the car drives faster.
I grab my phone out of my pocket. I look back at the car. The lights are on so I can't really see who's in it. I call derek.
I sniffle, pulling my phone away from my ear as I realise he isn't going to answer.
"Shit shit shit" I speed up slightly as the car starts driving next to me. I scream as someone comes up behind me, putting their hand over my mouth. They grab me.
I try to escape but can't. The car stops and they drag me inside of it. They put a tape over my mouth to shut me up and tie it around my wrists so I can't escape.
I'm sat at the back, in the middle seat between two huge men. I look at all of the men. They're not Derek's men, definitely not.
I groan, struggling. I elbow both of the men. "I'd stop that if I were you" one of them grab my arm.
"We know who you are sweetheart.. and we know who your stupid boyfriend is.. now here's what's going to happen.. we're going to take you to a warehouse, call derek and torture you infront of him" the guy says. I whimper.
"Then.." the other guy grabs my arm. "We're going to kill you.. and send pictures of your lifeless body to your sweet darling" he says. My lip trembles under the tape.
I look down. My entire body is trembling in fear. The car is speading. I look out of the window. I have no idea where the hell we are.
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merder mafia leader in love
Fanfictiona meredith and derek love story. derek is a 25 year old mafia leader and meredith is a 22 year old waitress. what happens when they meet? will they fall in love straight away or will there be some bumps in the road?