Maybe You're The One For Me (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

(A/N) I just feel so broken and used right now. I feel so tired of going around and around... I could just see myself sighing and saying, "Here we go again." Because I'm tired. I'm so, so tired of being the one. The one who holds on and does everything for the other, I'm tired of being forgotten when another someone comes along and I become second best, I'm so tired of being the 'second choice', I'm just so freakin tired of forgiving a consistent mistake and -,- here I go again blabbing. :D here's the story just don't mind me.

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to @LittleGumBlower because I discovered she read this last month when we were texting :DD

Media: WIPE YOUR EYES - maroon 5

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❝I'm here and I will never leave.❞

The sound of sniffling and silent crying woke me up at two in the morning two days before Christmas. I opened my eyes and found [YN] curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face as she sniffled and sobbed. Her back faced me as she cried, not noticing my concerned stare. I walked around the bed towards her, crouching down in front of her... My eyebrows knitted in concern staring at her red and blotchy face, stray pieces of hair sticking to her partly wet and sweaty face, her eyes were squeezed shut, and weird sobbing sounds came from her mouth.

"[YN]... Are you okay?" I asked concern clearly leaking from my voice.

She opened her eyes slightly, and it broke my heart. She looked so... so broken. Her walls weren't built up, they were all down. She wasn't laughing nor did she look okay, she looked broken and somehow I knew that this was, [YN]. This was really [YN]. This wasn't a mask or a cover this was her and she was hurt and I didn't know what I would do.

Her eyes bore into mine and it was like my heart was being pounded and crushed. Staring back into her eyes, she looked so hopeless and she looked like she needed me.

"I'm so tired..." She whimpered.

I stood up, sitting next to her curled up figure on the bed. She looked up at me pain clearly showing on her face. I sat there silently waiting for her reply.

I took her hand kissing her fingers to keep her from wiping her eyes. She pulled her hand back gently and I let it go, standing up and sitting back down on the chair staring at the wall squeezing my fists tightly, of course she wouldn't want to talk about it with me.

"Why did you leave?" She whispered.

"I-I thought you didn't feel like talking..." I said, she never did like talking about things that she cried about or dreamt about and I owed it to her not to ask.

She closed her eyes and more tears came, a sob or two shortly following.

"Come closer." She whispered.

I hesitantly crossed the room to sit back where I sat before. Her teary eyes bore into mine for a while, her constant broken expression breaking my heart. She looked so fragile staring up at me right now that I wanted with everything in me to hold her, to keep her from breaking, to keep her with me, to keep her stable. And if I don't get the chance to and she breaks into millions of tiny pieces, I will spend years, and centuries finding all the pieces and I will find a way to bring her back together.

 She sat up, her back against the head of the bed. She closed her eyes and let out another sob...

"Greyson... You have to understand the reason why I didn't tell you this before..." She said.

Her eyes bore into mine with hesitance and pain shinning through the tears still streaming down her face.

I stood up and sat beside her on the bed, "You have to understand that I love you... And I promised not to judge you, no matter what it is your hiding. I love you and you have to know that I won't leave you. I'm your boyfriend, [YN]. That's why I don't understand why you're not telling me." I said.

She sighed, "When-When I was five... I-My dad had invited his co-worker and his family to our picnic.. I-I met the guys son... and we started to go on playdates after that... Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.. H-He asked me on a date once.. and he told me he had liked me..." she took a deep breath before continuing her story, "After that- I-we... Mom and Dad left for a small vacation to visit my grandma and I was left alone, he came over and we watched a movie..." She stopped.

She turned to look at me more tears streaming down her cheeks... Sobs came out of her lips... I took her into my arms and let her cry... I would be here to keep her together no matter what. 

She slightly pulled back, just enough for me to see her face...

"He-He almost raped me..." She whispered.