Broken Angel || g.d

fifteen

     It was about 2 pm the next day and we haven't really done much. Grayson has been treating me a lot differently, like I'm a piece of glass that could shatter at any second.

It was nice and all but I didn't like it. It's exactly why I didn't want him to see how I am at my weakest moments.

"I'm bored" he said putting his arm around me.

"Oh" I said quietly.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't lie, I can tell there's something wrong."

I sighed, getting a little annoyed. I didn't like when people bothered me about being upset.

"Grayson I said nothing is wrong. Just drop it." I say, it coming out a little harsher then I intended.

He looked down, pulling his arm away. "Okay sorry."

I didn't mean to snap at him. I don't know even why I was upset in the first place, and I felt bad.

I stand up, the blanket that I had laid over my lap falling to the ground. I looked at him one more time before going upstairs to his room.

I started getting my stuff together and then he walked in.

"What are you doing?"

"Going home." I say, putting my bag over my shoulder.

"Ella I didn't mean to annoy you, you don't have to go.." he says sadly.

I walked over to him and leaned up, kissing his cheek.

"It's not you Gray, I just need to be alone for a little bit."

He nodded sadly. I could tell he was still upset.

"Can I at least drive you home?" He asked taking my hands in his.

"Of course."

He drove me home and he walked me to the door when we arrived to my home. Well more like my house, not a home.

Before I walked in I turned and looked at him.
"I'll miss you" he said, making me laugh lightly at him.

"It won't be long, and you can always text me."

"I will do that." He told me before kissing my cheek and leaving me standing alone on the porch.

When I went inside nobody was home. Feeling relived, I went in my room and shut the door. I pulled out my journal. I didn't write in it too often, but i felt the need to do it at the moment.

It helps me when I feel like i have nobody else to go to and I can get all my feelings out.

When I finished writing, I decided to take a shower. I heard my phone go off while I was drying my hair with a towel.

I ran in my room and checked it, a text from Grayson showing on my lock screen.

From Gray: Hey I hope you had a good night. See you tomorrow hopefully ❤️❤️

I smiled and responded back to him. After I finished getting ready for bed I laid down in my bed.

I closed my eyes but right before I was about to fall asleep I heard a loud door slam and yelling.

I rolled out of bed, going to check out what was happening.

My mom and dad were yelling at eachother. Why did I expect it to be anything else? I stood outside the room and listened. They were talking about mom cheating again.

At that moment I decided I had enough. It caused my heart so much misery to hear this and I couldn't take it anymore. I walked in to the room.

"Will both of you just shut up??" I yelled. They both went quiet and looked at me.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" My dad slurred. He was drunk, and I just pissed him off. Big mistake.

"I uh-" I said but stopped because I wasn't sure what to say.

"Get out, of the house" he said pointing to the

"What?" I ask, taken aback by what he had said.

"I didn't stutter, pack a bag and leave. I don't care where, just go." He spat.

My mom looked at me basically pleading me to just listen to him so he would not get any more mad. I sighed and walked out of the room, my dad following me.

He watched as i packed a bag and when I walked out the front door he slammed the door behind me.

What the hell just happened? I had no idea what to do. It was just like the night when Luke broke up with me and I went running to Grayson.

He did so much for me, and it made me feel guilty honestly. I decided to go somewhere besides his house so I didn't have to bother him at 2 am. I know he's my boyfriend but I just feel so bad.

Where I went probably wasn't the best decision, but it was the only thing that came to mind. I was hurting and my mind was so fuzzy, I decided it was a good idea at the time.