Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A GBF

Skylar's P.O.V.

The moment I walk out the door, what I've done finally dawns on me. I just walked away from the one thing that makes me happy.

I push the thought away and keep walking, the image of last night's video replaying in my head. I make it outside before I hear footsteps running up behind me.

"Skylar!" Grayson calls.

I ignore him and continue waking, quickening my pace slightly. He easily catches up to me without breaking a sweat, then grabs my hand to stop me.

I twirl around and end up with my nose an inch from his hard chest. He wraps his arms around my waist, closing then small distance between us in a hug.

"I won't give up on us." He whispers.

"You gave up on us the moment you sped off on your stupid bike."

I push against his chest, though he only tightens his hold on response.

"Tell me you don't love me anymore." He chokes out. "Just say the words, and I'll leave you alone. I'll let you go, and you can move on with your life."

Just with his words, with his simple request, my entire strong facade tumbles to the ground.

I bunch his shirt together in my fists as I sob into his chest. He holds me impossibly tighter, making it hard to breathe, but I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything.

Quicker than you could snap your fingers, my feelings about last night switch from angry to sad.

"Why did you leave me?" I sob out.

"No, baby, don't cry. I love you, I love you so much. I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." He cries. "I just- after I found out you've been throwing up your meals, I felt so helpless. I hate knowing that I couldn't do anything to help you."

He drops to his knees, taking me with him. We sob in each others arms in the middle of my front yard as he explains everything.

"I couldn't handle it." He continues. "I couldn't handle knowing you were hurting yourself and I didn't even notice. How could I be so careless?"

He cries harder onto my shoulder while my tears continue soaking through his T-shirt.

"I just wanted to escape everything. I wanted to forget all of my problems for just one night. Then I would worry about fixing them the next day. I never meant for it to go that far, I promise. Britney knew I was drunk, and she used that to break us up."

"You can't rely on alcohol to 'forget'. That's what my father did, and I never want you to end up like him."

"I won't. I promise you, I'll never be like him. I'll love and care for you, for our children, and I'll always put you all before myself."

"You cheated on me." I whimper, more to myself than him.

"I know. And I'll hate myself every day because of it. You never deserve to to be treated that way, and I'll make sure you're never seen as less than the princess you are."

I pull away and wipe my eyes, sniffling slightly. Grayson stares at me with hope and fear spread across his tear-stained face.

"You need to do something about Britney. I can't deal with her anymore. I won't." I say quietly.

He nods profusely. "I know. I don't know how, but I'll get her away from us."

I let out a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, which have already become wet again.