Love The Way You Lie

21: YOU THREW STONES (AND I LAY LAYING DEAD)

Author's Note:

Thank you for all of the requests for more of this one 3.

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Graphic depictions of violence.

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Love The Way You Lie

Derek Shepherd, your husband, hits you- but you stayed until you couldn't stand up anymore. Your best friend Mark Sloan helped you leave him and you two had some adulterous sex. When you see Derek again in Seattle with another woman, all you want is to save her from him. You didn't mean to fall in love with her. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, either. But you both did, anyway.

-Addison Forbes Montgomery, for Meredith Grey

MerAdd. Meddison. F/F. Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. Rated E for Explicit. Grey's Anatomy & Private Practice Crossover.

CW: Domestic Violence. Unhealthy Relationships - Physically & Emotionally Abusive Addek & MerDer. Also briefly okay (non-abusive), Maddison & Mark/Derek.

*This story is entirely fictional. Please seek professional help for abusive relationships in yourself and others. Take all abuse seriously.*

Chapter 21: YOU THREW STONES (AND I LAY LAYING DEAD)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

When you flicker in and out of consciousness or at least near-consciousness all you can hear around you is "beep, beep, beep".

Your body aches. You feel bruises everywhere. You think something's still broken but you're unsure.

Your head is in a fog. Your eyes are still shut tight. You sleep again.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You hurt.

It hurts you even more than before because you think your pain meds are wearing off.

You can barely breathe so you pass out again.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You start to have visions, and you know they are visions because they are of people who are already gone. Dead. In the past.

You start to see the people you've lost talking to you, and you miss them, so you talk to them.

Or rather, they talk with you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You see your great-grandmother first. You only met her once, when you were three, that you remember. And she strokes your cheek tenderly and tells you you're a good kid.

A good kid.

You haven't heard that one in a while, but then again, she's remembering you as a toddler.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You see your great-grandfather next. You swear you can feel him fuzzing your hair and telling you that you and your brother are going to grow up to be strong someday.