Everyday after 4:30 pm, I come home from work to see Grayson smoking. Clouds of smoke filled the room.
today was not the same.
"Gray?" I yelled.
no one answered.
*phone rings* I went to go pick up the phone.
officer: hello, is this y/n?
y/n: yes, who is this?
officer: I'm officer James, and your boyfriend Grayson is arrested for almost murdering someone.
my heart completely sank.
I headed to the police department, and saw Grayson with this hands on his head. My eyes were hollowed with madness.
"GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN!" I shouted at him, he quickly turned around.
"Babe, I can-" he said, but I cut him off.
"What happened to you? What happened to the sweet boy that I met, who didn't smoke 2 packs of cigarettes each day?" I said with tears on my eyes. "You better change your fucking act, or you'll need to find a new place to live."
"Y/n, I'm sorry." He said.
"Promise me you won't do this again." I said looking into his eyes.
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Everyday I have to go to the police department to bail Grayson out of his trouble.
I makes me angry, but sad. The person I loved is gone, he has turned into this.
I headed to the police department today.
"I'm so sorry to call you out from work." The officer said with no emotions.
"What did he do this time?" I said with a unamused look.
"Grayson has unfortunately been caught drug dealing."
my heart felt like it's gone.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE, I NEED TO GIVE HIM A PEACE OF MY MIND." I said shouting.
I walked to where Grayson was, same spot everyday.
"Y/n-" Grayson said but I cut him off by slapping him.
"DRUG DEALING?" I shouted.
he stayed quiet.
"GRAYSON, THIS ISN'T THE FIRST TIME YOU GOTTEN ARRESTED, BUT DRUG DEALING? I shouted at him.
"I'm sorry."
"SORRY?" I again shouted. "Grayson tomorrow you'll have to find a new house to live in."
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The next day I got a called from the police again.
I drove to the police department. I didn't care what I was wearing, I headed straight to the same spot he was everyday.
he wasn't there.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He's gone." The police said looking at the ground.
"Gone? What do you mean gone" I started to panic.
"He's dead, he was over drugging himself." The police said. "But he did leave a note." He added while handing me a note.
Note:
Dear y/n,
I'm sorry I had to do this to you. I couldn't live with myself doing this to you, hurting you. I hope someday you can forgive me, and move on from me. Find someone that will treat you better. I love you with all my heart, good bye.
- Grayson Bailey Dolan
I fell to the floor crying, the police helped me up.
"He is gone. I never got to say I love you back." I cried.
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BEFORE YOU GUYS SAY SOMETHING, THIS WAS NOT MY IDEA.
I FORGOT WHO ORIGINALLY MADE THIS, BUT IF YOU KNOW PLEASE TELL ME.
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