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You sat in the waiting chairs inside the police office. You did this at least once every week. Sometimes twice. You waited for Grayson to walk out of the cell.
It had become a routine; bailing Grayson out of jail. It wasn't major things he'd get in trouble for.
Things like egging cars or spray painting windows black, so you couldn't see through them. But as it kept happing, the 'crimes' would get more serious.
He would get into fights. He would get caught for underage drinking. He would break windows, threaten people.
He came home with weed once. You told him to either get rid of it, or he could find somewhere else to stay. He got angry, but got rid of it anyways.
He would begin to yell at you. You would yell back. You would fight, and end up sleeping in opposite rooms.
But soon he started to just not come home. He wouldn't call or respond your texts. And when he would come home, after days, it would be from jail.
He would tell you sorry.
"You're not sorry. The only reason you're sorry, is because you don't want to lose the one person who bails you out. The one person who pays for your house bills." You would respond with.
His eyes would fill with sorrow. You would try not to care, but then you'd give in, forgiving him.
But not this time, you thought.
You watched Grayson walk out, his hands handcuffed behind him. The cop stood beside him and unlocked the handcuffs.
You looked up at him, his head hung low and he slowly looked up at you. You glared at him, apologizing to the police officer, like always.
You walked towards Grayson.
"Dolan, sit down." The cop told Grayson. Grayson sat down in the waiting chair, you previously sat in.
You and the officer walked inside the office, with glass walls.
Grayson sat, watching you through the window, wondering how he got so lucky. He regretted treating you so badly.
He knew that this wouldn't last. You tell him to stop, stop getting in trouble. But he just didn't listen.
He knew he didn't deserve you. You deserved someone better, he would think.
"Mrs./mr. (y/n), Grayson has gone to far this time. He stole from the bank. He was carrying a gun. It wasn't loaded, but still a guns a gun. We did a drug test on him. He could die from those. We're keeping him on a house lockdown. We'll come by in the morning and install it. But if this keeps happening afterwards, we're going to have to put him in jail." The officer told you.
You turned your head, and looked at Grayson. He was already staring at you. His eyes were watery.
"I'm so sorry." He mouthed. You lightly shook your head and turned back to the officer.
"I'm really sorry. This won't happen again." You said, even though you say that every time.
You stood up from the chair and walked out to Grayson. You stood in front of him, as he stood up.
The two of you walked outside to the car.
He tried giving you a hug, but you pushed him away.
"No, Grayson. I love you, but I'm done. I come in here every week, bailing you out of jail. It's three in the morning, and I'm tired. Not only of your bullshit but because I've gotten hardly any sleep lately. I worry about you. You don't come home, and when you do you're either drunk, or high. And drugs?!" You shout, tears coming down your cheeks. "Grayson, that can kill you. And you're robbing banks now?! And a gun, where the hell did that come from?! I fell in love with the sweet, caring Grayson. Not the angry and rebellious Grayson. If you don't stop this, I'm gone. You can say goodbye to the one person who still cares about you. And when we get home, your ass can sleep on the couch." You spat, getting in the drivers side of the car.
Grayson slowly got in. He sat in the seat, quietly.
"I'm sorry, baby. I really am. I swear I'll stop. I promise." He said. You kept your eyes on the road, ignoring him.
"Baby, please." Grayson pleaded. He grabbed your hand, but you pulled it away.
The rest of the car ride, was silent.
You got home and slammed the car door closed. Grayson quietly trailed behind.
You unlocked the front door and walked inside. You set the keys on the counter.
You walked upstairs, ignoring Grayson.
You laid down on the bed, drifting asleep, while Grayson sat downstairs, crying, and wishing he would've treated you better.
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I will make a part two for this😇
