Since Grey left last night, Bella didn't see him at home anymore. Not like she wanted to anyways.
She was beyond livid. Anytime he drunk, he took it out on her like she was the problem. It wasn't her fault her dad was like that! Heck she didn't even know the man.
It was one thing to feel sad, but right now Grey was outrightly being a jerk. She shuddered as she walked round the empty house to the dinning table, memories of their months together filling her head as she sat in the silence.
"Hey babe" Grey greeted sitting on his seat. "You mind if I call you that?" He asked wearily.
She blushed in response, her cheeks beet red. "Of course not" she smiled back as she began to jab on her turkey.
He watched her in silence for a while, before he slowly pulls her hands off the fork, electric shooting through her body at the small contact. "I'll do it"
