A Forbidden Practice ( Gray x reader)

Saying Goodbye

 I walked out and headed downstairs to the large cafeteria. I waited in the relatively long line for the first real food that I would have since I got the call yesterday morning. After I got my food and paid, I sat in the back corner. As I ate I took my phone and checked my messages. I had a few from (F/N) asking if I was okay, how everything was going, and more things along those lines. I smiled as I texted her back telling her I was fine.

I spent around an hour in the cafeteria, not wanting to bother her if she was sleeping. As I stood up and stretched, a single bell rang. My stomach dropped as everyone bowed their heads.

'We were walking out of the hospital and two bells rang. "What does that mean?" I looked over for an answer from my mom, she was on the phone, with who I assume was her lover. She told them to hold on and put her hand over the mouth piece, "What do you want now?" I rolled my eyes. "What does the bell mean?" She slightly glared at me as she held the phone away from her, "They do that when someone dies." She said and went back to talking on the phone.'

I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up as I rushed to the elevator. It couldn't go up fast enough. As the doors opened I saw a flurry of nurses rushing in and out of my Mom's room. Silent tears fell as I sat against the wall in the hallway. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on top of them. I felt sick. I closed my eyes and hoped it wasn't what I thought it was.

I wasn't sure how long I was sitting there, but a voice shook me from my thoughts. "(Y/n). Get up, let's go home." His voice was had harsh under tones. I looked up at him; his eyes were red, his features hard. I got up and followed him back out to the car. He had signed all the necessary paperwork while I had sat in the hallway.

The mood was heavy in the car ride back home. Not a word was said. I knew he was hurting, that deep down he really cared for her. He shut off the car when we pulled in the driveway; he sat still. My chest felt tight, I needed him to say something. He didn't. He opened the door and got out, I followed suit, trailing him into the house.

"This is your fault." He said to me once I shut the door. I looked at him in shock. "What?" I could see the rage in his eyes. "How is any of this my fault?" I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let him walk on me like he used to. He stepped closer to me, clenching and unclenching his fist. "She was always stressed out having to deal with you. You have always been a burden to us!" His voice was slightly raised and his words were dripping in venom. Fear was churning in my stomach.

His words hurt. The weight of them piled on to me. The weight grew with everything he threw at me. "Maybe it was you!" I interrupted him. He was taken aback that I spoke up. "Maybe you were the one who ran her off! Always drinking, beating on us! Hell, this has been the first time I've seen you sober in years!" This was the drop of water that broke the dam. He reeled his arm back and brought his flat hand down across my cheek. It stung and brought tears to my eyes.

The sound of his hand hitting me echoed in my ears. He didn't stop there. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and held me up, yelling in my face. I blocked him out. The way he was holding me up was slowly chocking me. I leaned my head back, trying to lessen the strain on my throat, tying to get more air.

I kicked my leg out and hit his knee. He threw me down and I tried to catch my breath. I was crouched on my knees as I glared up at him. "Go ahead. Keep hitting me. It only makes my point." My statement only fueled the fire in his eyes. He swiftly brought his foot down. It made contact with my ribs. I let out a strangled cry as he kept on with the blunt attacks.

After he was done with me he left to his room, slamming his door. I just laid there in the floor, floating in the pain. I slowly sat up, pain surging though every molecule in my body. I was done, angry that I thought he could have changed; angry that I even came back. I called a cab and packed my bag. This time, I really wasn't coming back.

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