Your pov:
I was cleaning the house, since it was really dirty and I'm very strict about a clean house.
As I finished cleaning the whole house, Grayson came in the house.
"Hey babe" he hugged me and kissed my cheek "Gosh I had a tiring day" he walked to the couch kicking off his shoes. That really didn't bother me so I was ok with it.
(Next Day)
I was lying in bed dreaming of something nice until I heard someone cursing, trying to whisper but could clearly hear it.
"Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck." I recognized the voice "Fuck! What am I supposed to wear?" It was Grayson.
I got up from bed, stretched and tried to have a better focus on why Grayson was cursing so much.
Out of no where a shirt was thrown at my face. That made me jump and get out of bed. I took of the shirt quick.... I wish I hadn't.
"Grayson!"
"Oh shit. Sorry babe" was all he said then continued on cursing and throwing stuff around
The whole room was a mess, filled with clothes and shoes on the floor. It was also a mess in the bathroom and hallway.
"Grayson."
"Wait babe" he ran downstairs in such a rush
"GRAYSON DOLAN" I ran after him downstairs and then the whole living room was a mess too. "Grayson! What the hell!"
"Wait babe" he kept opening drawers and ours closets pulling stuff out.
My blood boiled up and I wasn't going to take this "GRAYSON! CAN YOU FUCKING STOP MAKING A MESS!"
"CAN YOU FUCKING WAIT!" He still kept at it
"STOP GRAYSON!" I yelled again
He stopped and turned to me "WHAT! (Y/N) IM IN A HURRY! CAN YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME!"
"I would stop interrupting you if you wouldn't have made such a huge mess Grayson! I barely cleaned this place yesterday and now look at it!"
"Well it's not the end of the world!" My hands clenched hard when he said that.
There was a dead silence in the room, the tension was bad. I hated when this happened. It was rare that we would fight but I still didn't like it.
But I broke the silence "You know what Grayson, you don't appreciate what I do here in this house! When's the last time you ever helped me clean around, huh?"
Grayson's face turned more angrier than it was before and his breathing was heavier, " You know what (Y/N), you don't appreciate what I do to help us survive and even have a damn house! When's the last time you ever helped me pay the house, huh?"
I was in shock. I've always tried to help Grayson pay the rent but I didn't have a job. Basically Grayson and I are high school dropouts and it's hard to find a job not having a high school diploma. I hated the fact that I can barely help him pay stuff and that hurts me more than anything.
"THEN WHY ARE YOU WITH ME!" Was all I could say
"I DON'T KNOW! IF I KNEW THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BRAG A LOT THEN I WOULDN'T OF BEEN WITH YOU!" he then grabbed his keys from the table near him and walked out of the house, slamming the door. I heard the car start and I could see him leaving from the window.
I began to cry. I felt like shit and worthless. Was it all true what he said?
I began to clean everything on the floor but I wasn't trying my best to clean. As I cleaned I was crying and sniffing all at once.
When is he returning? And is it true?....that's all I can ask.....
Part 2?
{Sorry for not updating but here's another imagine. Part two will be posted soon. Please comment and vote for more. Also read my other stories if you would like. Thanks for all the love and support ~ Karla}
