A/N: Before I start, I would like to warn everybody once more that this story will be very graphic and contain different levels of violence. It is soft, real life Harry but the story itself will contain fictional drama. Thank you for finding my story and putting faith into my writing. I hope you enjoy :)
I continued to add layers of makeup upon my blemished wrists as he screamed through the bathroom door.
"Sheryl, you know how I feel about locked doors!" he screamed through the door.
"I-I'm just getting ready for work." I trembled.
"You can get ready with the door unlocked."
"Okay one sec-second, I'm on the toilet and too far from the door." I lied while wiping my tears and quietly putting away my makeup.
I flushed the toilet to make my lie more believable and opened the door to Greyson leaning against the door frame.
He still looked angry from the incident of me accidently burning the eggs at breakfast but when I looked back up at him again, he smiled.
He reached to touch my arm and I flinched as he spoke "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, baby." a soft smile forming on my pale lips.
"I love you." he kissed me.
"I love you more." I kissed his cheek while grabbing my coat.
"I'm gonna be late, I need to hurry." I said while rushing around and gathering the rest of my things I needed for work.
"You better be home not a second later than 8 tonight, I got shit to do." he spoke with his back to me.
"But I don't get off until 7:45. It's almost a 30 minute drive, you know that." I lightly laughed.
"Are you trying to tell me what I know and what I don't?" I watched his fist clench from the back and I swallowed.
"No, um- I just can't get home at that time, Grey. Julie doesn't even get in until 7:30 and we need to switch off."
"8 o'clock, Sheryl." he roughly spoke, his knuckles regaining color.
"O-kay." my breath hitched in my throat as I left the house, my eyes immediately clenching shut and filling with tears.
I stood on the porch and cried, the porch of our beautiful home, our broken home.
I took in a deep breath and got in my car and headed to the diner.
I love my job, it's basic and nothing special, but it's like home to me.
It makes you feel warm and safe inside of it. You meet people that leave permanent marks on your heart and soul.
"Hey, Jerry! Any good news in the paper today?" I ask one of my regulars.
Let me rephrase that, my favorite regular.
"Sheryl! Same ol' bullcrap in the paper. How are you today, sweetie?" the wrinkles added prominence to his smile as I chuckled at his response.
He's an senior that has a heart of gold and he could change anyone's frame of mind with just a smile... or one of his silly jokes.
"Would you like the usual?" I asked him, knowing he always has the same exact sandwich every single day with an iced tea.
"Actually I might change it up a bit." he raised his finger like he had astounding idea.
"I'll add Mayo today." he smiled.
I just laughed at him while I scribbled "mayo" to the order note.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, Jerry. That was a bold move." I sarcastically teased him while making my way into the kitchen and handing the cook the order.
"Damn, big changes today!" he joked while reading the sloppy words on the paper.
I then filled a tall glass with ice, tea, and topped it with a slice of fresh lemon and served it to Jerry.
"Your sandwich will be right up." I assured him.
"Sheryl, you know the next daily question." he smirked, joking around with me.
"I'm not going to date your son." I playfully rolled my eyes and placed my hand on my hip.
"Fine, fine." he put his arms up in defeat. "He's been very successful with that job of his." He waved his finger at me, followed by taking a taste of his drink.
"I've been with Greyson for over 2 years." I told him once again, placing my hand on his shoulder
"Bleh." he made a disgusted expression and swatted his hand. "I guess I'll ask you again tomorrow." he added while I made my way back to the kitchen.
My mind wandered which it's never done before after being asked that same question each day.
My wrist ached from his repeated grip and I thought to myself what my life would be like without Grey. I couldn't picture a life without him at this point, he was all I had.
His family is my family, they want us to eventually get married and pay for the wedding but neither of us are ready for that.
Also, did I mention they're all absolutely loaded? That doesn't matter to me, but it's nice to know that our future's would be financially stable and we could have a dream wedding.
I snapped from my thoughts when the cook dinged the bell, alarming me that Jerry's sandwich was ready to be served.
"Very good today, Sher." he spoke while chewing.
"Must be the mayo." I jokingly winked at him before walking away to take other's orders.
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I'm late.
I'm 7 minutes late.
Julie even let me leave a little earlier than I expected but it's still 8:07.
My hands began to shake as I struggled to turn the key in the lock.
When I finally got inside, Greyson was sitting at the dining room table.
His legs were spread apart as his arm rested on the table.
My eyes followed his hand and seen the short glass full of whiskey.
He's drinking.
"I rushed home as fast as I could, I got caught at almost every red light. Sorry, baby." My words came out shaky as my jittering hands hung my coat on a hook beside the door.
He didn't say anything, he continued to look down.
I walked towards him and kissed his forehead. "Please don't be mad." I spoke.
Before I could even blink, the glass was shattered against the wall, the dark alcohol dripped down the paint towards the hardwood floor, and his tight grip was around my neck.
"I'm sorry." I wheezed while clawing at his fingers.
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Dressed in Bruises -H.S.
Fanfiction"There are many things you don't see on other people's shoulders - weights they carry, demons they hear, wounds and bruises. If you are near enough to touch, touch with the intention to heal." - Jerico Silvers - A bruise is tender but is not foreve...
