Chapter 11: Moving Day
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Warning: Abuse
Meredith woke up when the sound of her phone ringed in her ears.
Reluctantly she picked up her phone rubbing her head.
"Hello?"
"Mer! Hey, It's Lexie." Lexie said in a happy mood.
"Hey um, why are you calling this early?" Meredith sighed into her phone.
"Early? Meredith, it's 1 in the afternoon, were moving in at 2." Lexie laughed
"Oh yeah l know l was about to get into the shower." Meredith said quickly.
"Okay well l'll see you soon." Lexie ended the phone call.
Meredith turned to Derek lying next to here. After their kiss they decided to spend the night with each other.
"Derek, get up we need to be ready in an hour!" Meredith said hitting him with a pillow.
"Yeah, l'll be right their." Derek groaned.
Meredith ran into the bathroom, switching on the shower. She couldn't believe Derek loved her, they had been best-friends since they were little. He knew everything about her. How come she didn't tell him sooner. Meredith stepped into the shower grabbing the shampoo, when she suddenly felt a pair off hands on her waist.
"Derek!" She squealed. She didn't get an answer when Derek pressed his lips against hers, making her forget about the shampoo in her hand. Mark and Lexie would have to wait a while.
After their shower Derek and Meredith got dressed and headed downstairs to get something to eat.
"So, you're sure you're okay with Sloan and Little Grey living under the same roof together?" Derek asked chewing on his bacon.
"Yeah l mean, we warned Mark off and Lexie's a smart girl." Meredith answered.
"Crap they'll be here in any minute to help us pack. I don't want them to find out about us yet."
"That's okay." Derek said. "It'll be our little secret."
He kissed her on the forehead.
"One more for the road." He said kissing her on her lips.
"Whoa, l'm sorry am l interrupting something?" Mark said with a grin on his face after catching Meredith and Derek making out.
"So much for keeping it secret…" Meredith mumbled.
"Mark! You here!" Derek said, walking up to his friend.
"Yeah, and l carpooled with Lex."
Just at that moment Lexie walked through door.
"Well then let's start packing!" Lexie said happily.
After and hour and a half they had finished packing.
"Well." Derek said looking Meredith's empty bed-room. Mark and Lexie had already moved their stuff over to the loft and Derek's stuff was in the car.
"We should get going." He then said wrapping his arm around Meredith's waist.
Lexie was waiting for Mark to pick her up at her house with her last box. Luckily her dad was God knows-where. She quickly turned around when she heard somebody behind her.
"Mark?" Lexie whispered through the emptiness of her child-hood bedroom. All of those good memories she had, were replaced by the painful ones filled with scars, whips and bruises. A man stepped into the light and realising that he wasn't Mark hit Lexie as hard as her dad's slap.
"You bitch! You thought you could just escape!?" Thatcher held his hand up again, ready to slap her again.
"Dad…"
Thatcher slapped her again, hitting her so hard that she fell on the ground.
"You don't deserve anything, you're a failure!" He shouted, kicking her in her stomach.
Lexie screamed in pain clenching her stomach. Thatcher picked her up and pushed her into the wall, slapping her again.
"You have disappointed everybody! You're mother would be ashamed to call you hers!" Thatcher yelled his eyes filled with rage and alcohol.
Lexie didn't know him. She couldn't even recognise her own father. She didn't feel anything for him. What she could feel was the unbearable pain that almost made her pass out. He must be doing this to here for reason. This is my fault. She thought, as Thatcher kicked her over and over again. It's all my fault.
He punched her in her stomach before leaving Lexie to cry on the floor. Her tears mixing with blood on the pale floors. Thatcher didn't leave for good though, he came back with a bottle of liquor reaching back before chucking his beer at her. The shards of glass that slice through her skin had blocked out the sound of Thatcher's voice. She couldn't feel anything she was numb, like she was outside of her body, watching herself.
She saw herself being slapped repeatedly, punched repeatedly and the she saw herself being pushed backwards as the back off her head hit the corner of the table. Blood spilling from the impact. She knew what this meant. She knew someone would have to find her in time. Before it was too late.
Lexie closed her eyes slowly slipping out of consciousness.
She knew what this meant.
She knew what this meant.
Ooh, a cliffhanger. Tomorrow you'll find out! R&R!