Fucking Done // Grayson Dolan

                                    

                                          
  double update bc i'm feeling good today. -KudosDolan  

                          
===== (Grayson's P.O.V)
                          
I woke up, glancing over at Y/N,
                          
"Morning baby." I kissed her cheek. She poked my chest with her shoulder roughly,
                          
"Get off. I'm tired." She curled deeper against the covers. I sighed and rolled out of bed.
                          
~12 p.m.~ (Grayson's P.O.V)
                          
Y/N was in the living room, talking to one of her friends on the phone. She glanced at me as I walked in,
                          
"Hey, I gotta go. We'll talk later." She quickly hung up the phone. I raised my eyebrows,
                          
"Who was that?" I crossed my arms. She looked at me like I was insane,
                          
"Excuse me? I don't ask who you talk to, do I?" She got up. I shrugged,
                          
"I mean, you just hung up so quickly, I was wondering." I bit my bottom lip. She looked hurt for a split second,
                          
"G-Gray, are you really saying that I'm cheating?"
                          
~3 p.m.~ (Grayson's P.O.V)
                          
I had been waiting on Y/N to get back from the store for hours. She said that she was getting some stuff for an event. My phone lit up, showing a notification from my bank,
                          
"Mr. Dolan, we see that you've made multiple purchases. Not you? " A list of purchases came next, each one pricier than the last. I hit yes anyway, not wanting to cancel my card. I was beginning to get tired of Y/N spending my money like she earned it.
                          
~11 p.m.~
                          
Y/N came stumbling through the door, tripping from side to side. Her purse dropped to the floor and her Gucci heels went flying across the living room. My eyes went wide,
                          
"Are you fucking DRUNK?!" I picked up her bag, putting it in the kitchen. She looked at me, her eyes unfocused and hazy,
                          
"N-No. I-" She cut the sentence off. She unzipped her top, tossing it, as well as her tight skirt. I walked around the items of clothing,
                          
"What are you doing babe?" I walked after her. She whirled around unsteadily,
                          
"Do. Not. Call. Me. That." She groaned and fell to the floor. I was quick to get more suspicious,
                          
"What the fuck did you and your friends do?"
                          
~11:45 p.m.~
                          
I got Y/N in bed after a whole lot of cursing, groaning, and fighting, most of which was on her side. I dragged myself back into the kitchen, going through her purse, something I never did nor felt like doing. I dumped it, her makeup falling out first. After a few shakes, a couple of loose pills and a whole medicine bottle fell out,
                          
"Xanax Tabs." I poured them out, looking at them. I read the label,
                          
"Alprazolam; use only as instructed by medical practitioner; Side Effects-" I stopped reading. The label had mentioned there were 100 pills in the bottle. After some quick counting, I only found 90,
                          
"Oh shit." Her phone had tumbled out of her purse and turned on before I could go say something to Y/N. Her friend texted her, probably out of it,
                          
Y/F/N: Bro, you hit that Xanax HARD
                          
I kept looking at the message. A new one popped up, a video of Y/N grinding her ass into a guy's crotch. I stared, trying to hope and pray that her better judgment was clouded by the drugs. I heard someone in the background cheer and someone scream,
                          
"What about ya boyfriend?!" Y/N faced the guy,
                          
"He can suck on this." She smashed her lips onto the guys', the make out sloppy and heated. I dropped her phone, stomping into the bedroom. She flipped to face me on the bed, her hair fluffy and her eyes bloodshot,
                          
"Hey-" I slammed the pills onto the ground,
                          
"DON'T FUCKING HEY ME! YOU WERE OUT POPPING XANAX, CHEATING ON ME, AND SPENDING. MY MONEY. LIKE. YOU. EARNED. IT!" My face felt heated. I was gone,
                          
"I've dealt with this for SO long. You going out almost every night, take my shit like it's yours, keep secrets from me- I- it's like-" I sighed. I paced back and forth, eventually stopping in front of the vanity. I rubbed my hands over my face, two hands pulling at my shirt,
                          
"Gray, I'm sorry-" I growled,
                          
"I'M FUCKING DONE!" I punched the vanity mirror, shattering it into millions of shards. They flew everywhere, making Y/N jump back. She whimpered. I scoffed,
                          
"Get the shit that's ACTUALLY yours and get the fuck out." She just stared at me. I took a long step up to her,
                          
"You fucking heard me! GET. YOUR. SHIT. AND. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!"
                          
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