*Brad's P.O.V*
I groan as I slowly open my eyes to reveal the ceiling of Amy and Con's apartment. I must of came here last night to sleep after Grace kicked me out.
I remember the blood on her fingers and the fear in her eyes as she looked at me. I felt like a monster, I still do.
That wasn't me last night, I don't know what happened. I guess I've just had this anger and frustration that has built up over these past few months.
Me and Grace's relationship hasn't exactly been in the best shape. We're just stop talking as much. I'm really busy with the second album still and Grace has been busy with her blog and promoting. I guess we just haven't had the time to talk as much.
I've found myself getting more irritated with our petty little arguments and I know she feels the same way.
I still love her, I do. But it's just not the same anymore. Things have changed and we've let things come between us.
Despite all of this, there's nothing I regret more than what happened last night. I hurt her both physically and emotionally.
I hear movement from one of the rooms as Amy appears out of her bedroom door in her clothes from last night before she makes herself a cup of tea.
"Morning." I croak out, rubbing my eyes.
"Don't you fucking "morning" me Brad." She spits, not even looking my way. Woah.
"What do you mean?" I say, confused.
"What do I mean? What do I MEAN?" She says raising her voice.
"You put her in hospital Brad, in fucking hospital." She says, her eyes beginning to water.
"Wait what?" I say, standing up quickly.
I know she bumped her head but I didn't think it was that serious. I mean there was blood, but I only thought it was a little bit but then again I was blinded my alcohol.
"When you pushed her into the wall she caught her head on a hook and she lost a lot of blood, she had to have stitches too." She says, shaking her head in disgust at me.
I put my head in my hands as the tears fall from my eyes. What have I done?
"I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean to hurt her." I croak, barely being able to speak.
"WELL YOU FUCKING DID, YOU FUCKING HER HURT BRAD." She shouts, clearly upset about the whole thing.
Hearing her voice, Con comes out from the bedroom and attempts to calm her down.
"Hey, hey.. It's okay." He says, placing a hand on her cheek.
She eventually calms down and looks at me once again.
"We're leaving to go to the hospital in an hour to see her, I suggest you go shower and sort yourself out if you want to come with us." She says, mumbling before walking away.
I quickly make my way back to my apartment before jumping in the shower and cleaning myself up.
I enter our bedroom, the memories becoming clearer and clearer. I decide to grab some stuff that she may want like her phone with the charger and some clean clothes.
There's a knock at the door, I answer to reveal Amy and Connor. I follow them both down to Amy's car as we make our way to the hospital.
We walk through and a nurse kindly shows us which room she is in. The door is already open and then I see her.
She's laying, still asleep in the bed. Her skin is almost transparent and there are dark purple circles around her eyes. There is a tube coming from her hand and something placed on her chest.
We all shuffle into the small room as the nurse updates us on how is she doing. I find it difficult to listen to the woman, I simply watch Grace as her chest slowly falls and rises as her lips slightly part.
I feel awful, I caused this. She wouldn't be here if I wasn't an idiot.
I sit down on the chair placed next to the bed, and hold her hand in mine. I rub my thumb across her palm as the tears begin to fall again.
"I'm so sorry." I whisper, letting my head drop.
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*Grace's P.O.V*
The faint sound of beeping awakens me from my sleep. I frown as my eyes open and I'm almost blinded by the bright lights around me.
I groan, holding my head with my hand as a tube gets caught on my arm. My eyebrows furrow as I look up to see myself attached to some sort of bag containing a liquid.
It takes me a minute before the memories flood my brain from last night and goosebumps appear stiff on my pale skin.
"A girl named Amy is still waiting outside for you, would you like to see her?" A nurse says, popping her head through the door.
I simply nod, placing my head back on the pillow. Seconds later Amy appears with Connor as Brad slides in behind them.
"How are you feeling?" She says, looking at me with sad eyes.
"My head hurts and I feel weak." I moan.
"Grace, I'm so sorry." I hear Brad mumble, looking at me directly. He moves closer, making me flinch. As I flinch I see a tear fall from his eye and roll down his cheek.
"Please, don't be scared of me Grace." He says, taking hold of my hand.
"I-I can't help it." I croak out, a lump beginning to form in my throat.
"I love you." He says, kissing my forehead.
I said that I loved him too in my head but for some reason the words refused to meet my lips. Did I love him still? Could I love him after what he did? Who am I kidding, of course I can.
I don't think there will ever be a time where I don't love him in some way or another. I just don't know if I love him like I used to.
