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Please forgive me for taking so damn long on updates. I no longer have an accessible computer. My friend pawned his laptop and now I can't update as quickly as I was supposed to. OTL

I give you this chapter and I hope it is to your liking! Please review. I need encouragement. I don't have the urges to write anymore. Ugh. I might even delete my first fanfic "Beautiful Liar" because it makes no damn sense…

Enjoy~

Grell POV

After our little rough playing, my tears cease from my eyes as I stare blankly at the ceiling. My body is still exposed to the coldness I still endure and the idiot of William sleeps beside me rather warm and comfortable. His cum was slowly oozing from my used hole but no noises escaped my lips. My eyes were just fixed up at the..very interesting ceiling as each skin cell freezes to death.

I didn't expect much from William. He would leave me like this after we have our play-time. I don't mind it though, it simply gives me the sign that I'm only a sexual object to him. If he was to care for me like he claims, he would at least TUCK ME INTO BED!

...

Slowly, my hand drifts towards William and soon I press it against his back. "..Will.." I call to him in a soft whisper, "Will.. Are you awake?"

I feel him shuffle against my hand and I turn my head, watching as he changes sides so he could gaze at me.

My eyes grow soft as I look at him, bringing a shaky hand to his face and I watch him flinch away from my hand. "Grell.. You are freezing cold." he finally acknowledges and reaches for my body, pulling me ever so close to him as he pulled the bed sheets from between us.

My body registers the great warmth he dwelled upon and quickly snuggles into it. My head laid underneath William's neck and my leg slides in between William's. My eyes drift up to look at him and he kisses my forehead, closing his eyes as he drifts back to sleep.

I emit a small sigh but I don't close my eyes. My mind is simply clouded with Undertaker and I only wish for him to stop invading my mind like a plague. I can see his smile, his laughter, his body and his eyes. I can see it all in vivid images and I snuggle more into William.

Maybe I should give up on trying to forget Undertaker. He's already in my life again.

Sigh

I wonder if he's also thinking of me right now.

"..Will?"

"Hm..?"

"..Let me use your phone."

"For what?"

"I...need to call Aleister. I wish to call in sick."

"Mmm.. It's on my jacket near the door."

"Thanks." I reply and slowly ease from the bed. I approach the door where the jacket was near by and I gasp only silently. I feel something warm run down my leg and I close my eyes, pushing more as William's cum drips down and makes a pool of it on the floor. My eyes water slightly and I sigh, resuming my way towards the phone with other intentions.

...xXx...

Undertaker POV

"No! How many times will I have to remind you?" I yell into my cellphone angrily as I take a sip from my wine.

It's really late at night. I should be sleeping, but having these phone calls disrupt the slumber I crave so much is truly making me angry. Especially having these..idiots making me repeat instructions I've given them two days ago. Instructions that should've been followed that exact day.

"Look. The package should've been delivered the same day! Why is it still in your hands?"

"I know, sir.. We had difficulties with the delivery department."

Excuses. They're all excuses. What is a delivery department? Doesn't he mean the mailing service? "Make sure it's delivered as soon as possible." I say after I sighed in frustration and I lean forward, placing the empty glass of wine onto the small table in front of me. I then lean back onto my chair and lay my cheek against my palm.

"Yes, sir" the man on the other line said and I hang up first, tossing the phone to the other couch. I won't be answering any more calls. I'm exhausted and-

Ring~...Ring~

Ugh.. You cannot be serious..

Ring~...Ring~

Standing up from my chair, I walk past the table and reach for my phone. I look at the screen and furrow my eyebrows. I don't recognize the phone number at all. It's from here but the other digits aren't familiar to me.

"Hello?" I answer.

"...Undertaker."

It was him.

It was Grell.

"Grell.. Are you alright?" I ask in sudden concern and I listen to his breathing, his whispered voice.

"Yes, I..I'm alright.." he says in a whispered tone and I arch my eyebrow.

"Why are you whispering?"

"...This..isn't my phone. I'm using Will's."

"Wait.. Don't you have your own?"

"I had but...I threw it and shattered." he replies.

"..I see." Maybe he was upset because of my words. "Why did you call? Do you need something?"

"..."

"..Grell.."

"..Keep saying my name." he whispers rather softly on the other line.

My eyes widen just slightly and I can't help but to smile gently at those hushed words.

"Please..."

"..Grell.."

"...Hah..again."

"...Grell, I want to see you."

"..."

"Only one more time." I say to him as I sit on my couch and place my legs upon the table in front. My free arm swings behind my head and I stare at the ceiling.

"..Undertaker.. I.."

"I miss you.."

"I..don't think we should see each other."

"Why?"

"I...I loved you, alright? In the past. I did love you very much. But-"

"Why did you end it?"

"It's difficult to explain."

To this, I simply sigh and move forward, taking my feet off the table as I lean my forehead against my hand and my elbow on my thigh. There must be an explanation to all of this, and such reason was not given to me the day he broke it off.

"Please... Don't make me explain anything that will bring tears to my eyes."

"That's why I wish to see you. I wish for an explanation. Please.."

"I can't."

"Why not? Why are you denying my right to know?"

"B..Because...I-" I hear his voice being interrupted by another in the background and I start hearing lots of noises in the background.

"Grell..?" I call to him, "Grell answer-"

"Don't ever call again." the voice of William echoed through my speaker as he spoke more to me than Grell, the sound of him hanging up was heard and I clench my phone roughly.

What is his problem? Why so protective over Grell?

...xXx...

Grell POV

"So this is why you used my phone? To call that asshole?"

"W..Will, wait.. I can expl-"

"No need. You know exactly what you're doing and the more you do so, the more you'll sink into your illness!"

I know better. This was wrong from the very beginning.

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not like this. I shouldn't get yelled at by William. He doesn't own me in any shape or form, nor has the right to scream at me as if I'm his lover.

"Will.. Calm your balls. I simply told him that I didn't want to see him. Okay? Just shut up and get out of the-Aah!" my words were interrupted once more but not by his voice, but with a slap with the back of his hand. My head turned to the side and my eyes grew large, a hand lifting up to cup my burning cheek as I finally released that breath I held on.

"Don't talk to me like that."

"How..How dare you.." I mumble slightly and bring my eyes back at his, swinging my hand back and clashing it against his own cheek in a very rough manner. "Don't touch me like that ever again."

William's face turned to the side once I slapped him, his eyes looked to the side as I hear his knuckles crack from clenching his fists.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Will? Maybe you're the one who needs to see a doctor instead of me." I say as my final words, taking my leave from the bathroom and pacing back into our room. I approach my closet and pull out a dress with heels. Soon after, I got dressed and set my hair in a messy pony-tail and reach for my bag.

"Where are you going?" William asks me and I ignore.

"Grell.." I suddenly feel a rough hand grasp my arm, "Where are you going?"

In response, I pull my arm back from him and walk towards the door where my fur coat was hanging. I take it and swing it over my shoulders as I send a glare to William. "That's none of your business." I say coldly, yet sadly at the same time, opening the door and I slam it shut.

...

Stepping out of the hotel, I stopped in mid step and breathed deep, inhaling the night's scent as I sigh heavy. William is an idiot, I don't understand why I still run to him.

Nor..I still don't understand why my heart is aching. It's beating so fast within my chest, that it hurts with every hit made to my chest cavity. This feeling of loneliness over-taking me, feeling brokenhearted.. Why did I call him? What was my purpose on doing so? Was it just to..hear his voice? The way he speaks so softly against the phone, the way he says my name..or the simple fact that his love for me still lingers within his heart?

And mine...

Is..my love for him still lingers within... me?

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