Barry Allen/Grant Gustin Imagines

Fight

Warning: swearing is used along with some other content not suitable for some.

Your P.o.v

     I was sitting alone at home. Again. Grant had been out as usual. I'm used to it now though. He's always out late comes home even later. And he's always kind of angry when he's home at the end of the day.
Eventually around midnight Grant came strolling in, drunk. " Where have you been?" I asked concerned, somewhat annoyed. "Out" Grant slurred slightly stumbling about. "Do you need help there. You're drunk and stumbling about," I giggle a little which probably wasn't the best idea as he became anger by it. "Do you really think that low of me? First off I'm not drunk! Second I can handle my fucking self I don't need some useless girl to come save me." Ouch. That really hit me. I stood up in front of him. "Excuse me?"
"I didn't freaking stutter. You heard me." He spat every single word because he meant them.
"I'm not useless. And you are just some dumb drunk. Stumbling around. Lost. You're always home late. You never care you're always home angry. We're drifting apart because of you. There's nothing between us anymore!"
"You always make every thing about yourself. Me this, me that, I'm not this, I'm not that. That's all you every fucking say is me. You make everything my fault. Your such a self centered bitch!"
" I don't make everything your fault you just don't se-"
Slam.
He gripped me up against the wall by wrists tightly. They start to hurt. I can feel the bruising forming already.
"Ow. Gr-"
"Shut up" he spat at me cutting me off. He moved his hands from my bruised wrists to my upper arms to bruise those too.
"You're hurtin-"
"I said shut up!"
He let go of my arms and stepped back. Within an instant ad I immediately went to step away he reaches out quickly.
Slap!
He slapped me right across my cheek. I yelped and fell to the floor. He must've snapped out of it as he kneeled besides me.
"Baby I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened Babe please. Baby I'm so-"
"Go. Away."
"No no no. Baby I swear I didn-"
"Leave!" I raised my voice. "Just go to bed and rest."
"Okay come on wit-"
"Just leave me alone for the night. Go away. Go to bed. Sweet dreams"
"I'm not leaving your side. I love you"
"Do you really love me Grant?"
"Of course"
"If you really did you'd be upstairs in bed right now leaving me alone"
"Fine. Goodnight, Love you"
      He walked up the stairs like he hadn't been drunk at all. I got up and went to the downstairs bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. I had a red mark on my cheek which was showing lightly of a bruise. Huge purple bruises on my upper arm and wrists. I had somehow gotten a black eye in the process as well. A tear rolled down my cheek. Followed by another and another until I was a sobbing mess on our bathroom floor.
After a while I managed to pull myself up and walked to the kitchen. 3:17 A.M. The clock on the oven read. I grabbed a glass filling it with water and grabbed pain killers bringing it up to mine and Grant's room where he was fast asleep. I placed them on the bed side stand and started to walk out, when I heard a soft sob. I turned back to look at him, his back turned to me. "Grant?" I whispered quietly. "Yeah," he choked out. "Why are you still awake?"
"Can't I be asking you the same thing" he rolled over to look at me. His eyes puffy and red almost blood shot.
"You answer, I asked first."
"I'm awake because I'm a dumbass. Who came home drunk and... a-abused... his girlfriend. A horrible man who deserved to be beat. And I'm awake fearing my girlfriend will never come back to bed with me. That's she's secretly packing her bags to leave." He had to choke out the word abused. "So why are you awake then."
"Because my boyfriend hit me. I love him I really do. I get he was drunk but I didn't think he'd ever hit. Ever. But I was wrong. Now I'm awake giving him pain killers for a hangover before I go practice my makeup to cover up the marks he left on me"
"Marks?" Grant seemed to jump out of bed and flicked the light on. He turned back and observed me. He gasped cover his mouth with his hand, tears swelling his eyes.
"I-I did all this?" He stuttered out. I just nodded my head I didn't have the courage to say anything.
"Baby, I swear I didn't mean it. Please baby I love you. I really want to die just knowing I even laid a finger on you and hurt you. I'm supposed to be protecting you from harm, not harming you" he sobbed and cried as he fell back onto the bed head in hands his elbows on his knees.
I slowly walked over and sat beside his, rubbing his back. "Shh, Babe"
"I'm sorry babe really. I shouldn't have hurt you" he looked at me.
"I...It was a mistake. You were drunk and I was being selfish. Just, let's never visit this again."
"Okay. I swear to you I will never never hit you ever again. And I won't come home late and angry and drunk every night. I promise to treat you nothing less of a princess. My princess."
I laid him back on the bed getting next to him. His arm around my waist my head buried in his chest. "I'm sorry" he whispered kissing my forehead. "Never again. I promise."

Okay this was originally written as Barry instead of Grant but I changed it last minute realized the speedster can't get drunk. So sorry if it says Barry once or twice.