DOLAN TWIN IMAGINES & PREFERENCES

He Hurts You During A Fight & You Break Up (G)

"WHY CANT YOU JUST STICK UP FOR ME GRAYSON? WHY DO YOU LET YOUR FANS TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?!" I screamed, throwing my shoe at him.

"YOU NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN! ITS NOT ALWAYS ABOUT YOU!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS MORE THAN ME!" I seethed.

"THEY'RE NOT ANNOYING BITCHES LIKE YOU!"

"AND YOURE NOTHING BUT A DICK! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I SHOULDVE LISTENED WHEN THEY SAID YOU WONT EVER DESERVE ME!"

"WHY WOULD I NEED A WHORE?"

"THE SAME REASON ILL NEED AN ASSHOLE OF A BOYFRIEND WHOSE TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO STICK UP FOR SOMEONE HE SO CALLED LOVES! ADMIT IT GRAYSON, YOURE A LITTLE BIT-"

Grayson grabbed me by my hair, pushing me against the counters of the kitchen. I hissed out of pain when my back hit the counter harshly. He stared down at me with icy cold eyes, making me fear of what he would or could do at any moment.

I reached my hand up, slapping him across the cheek. His eyes went wide and he got even more angry. Fear made its way through my body and I ran into the living room trying to go to our room.

Grayson pushed me, causing me to fall back on the tv stand, breaking all the systems and the plasma screen we had just brought a couple of months ago.

I whimpered in pain as I looked up at him.

His features immediately softened as he took in my appearance. Blood made its way down the side of my head and cheeks due to the glass that had chipped from the entertainment center.

The tv had a crack through the middle where I had first fell and I was currently on top of his precious XBox One.

"Baby, o-oh my god, babygirl. I'm so sorry." Grayson panicked, reaching out for my hand.

I slapped his hand away and looked up at him, doing everything I could to hold in the tears. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.

"We're done Grayson."

I spoke, getting up carefully and limping out of his apartment.