Wow, I wasn't expecting the amount of updates, thank you very much. I was expecting people threathening to throw things at me.

I was going to keep Finn away for one more update, but I love writing parts of him (not the abusive part), so I brought him back sooner, sorry about that. If you are easily offended by curse words, prepare yourself, there is quite a lot now that Finn is back. Okay, and again, there will be flashbacks.

Oh, someone asked about Derek seeing Meredith's bruise on her stomach. He did see it, she just said she "ran into a table", it's in the last post if you want to check. ; )

Disclaimer: The people who own Grey's Anatomy are currently on strike and not writing. This is me writing.

Meredith lay in her bed looking at the door. It was 5:45 am, she had to get up in fifteen minutes to make Finn his breakfast. She couldn't help but to think about the other man she shared her bed with just a couple nights ago.

I miss him.

It has only been two days since she saw Derek last, but she missed him like crazy. She could still taste his kisses, she felt his stubble on her cheek, and smelt his smell on all her clothes. She couldn't get his face out of her head. She kept feeling his hands all over her body. She had a lot of dreams of him. She dreamt they were married with kids. She dreamt they on their honeymoon in Hawaii. She even had a dream that they were old together holding hands rocking in their rocking chairs on the front porch. Everytime she woke up and saw Finn's sleeping form beside her, she had to cry herself to sleep again.

Maybe if I tell him everything then he wouldn't be so mad.

Meredith's eyes widened. She remembered what would happen if she told anyone.

It was a Saturday morning. Meredith awoke from a hazy sleep. She looked over to the bedside clock and saw it was 3 am. She got up from her bed and wrapped her arms around her slim frame, she only had a tank top and shorts on. She made her way into the kitchen for a glass of water, without bothering to turn any lights on. She must of been half asleep because she didn't feel the glass slip out of her hand. All she remembered was the loud shattering noise it made when it came in contact with the tile floor.

"Shit shit shit!" She whispered to no one in particular.

She walked over to where she kept the broom and dustpan and proceeded to sweep it up.

"Meredith, what the fuck is going on here?"

Her head shot up. She didn't expect Finn to wake up from a broken glass, and she never heard him curse like that. She found herself shrinking a little in his fierce gaze. She was scared.

"I, uh, I..."

"You fucking broke a glass!" Finn screamed loud enough to wake up the next door neighbors. "Again!" He started to walk towards her, but stopped abruptly.

"Fucking son of a bitch!" He started to hop on one foot.

Meredith looked down and saw he stepped in rather large piece of glass.

"Mother fucker!" He screamed. "Look what you fucking did, you little bitch!"

"Finn, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

He sat down on one of the chairs at the breakfast table and slowly, painfully pulled the piece of glass out of his foot. It was bleeding, a lot. When the first drop of blood reached the floor, he stood up quickly and walked over where Meredith was standing. He put both hands on her arms and shook her fiercly.

"You fucking made me bleed, you bitch!" He slapped her across the face. "I hope you're happy! I can barely walk!" He looked into her eyes. "Well?"

Meredith was stunned. She has never seen this side of Finn before. Where was the sweet and loving Finn she met in the vet's office? The one that never, ever cursed, or ever lifted to hand to her.

She didn't know she was supposed to answer him. "Um, Finn, I'm sorry!"

"Well that doesn't help now, does it?"

"But, Finn, it's not really my fault, you weren't looking where you were stepping."

He responded with a quick blow to her stomach. She fell down to the floor in the fetal position on top of all the broken glass. The shards went into her face, mostly, barely missing her eye. To make matters worse, Finn was kicking her, in the stomach. She took each in blow in stride. One... Two... Three... After that, she lost count.

"Bitch. Clean this up."

Meredith lay there a few minutes after Finn left. She got up, painfully, and started to clean up the glass. She was too scared to find out what would happen if she didn't clean it up by the morning. She then stood up and walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at her face. She took most of the big pieces of glass of her face with her hand, but the smaller pieces required tweezers. After she was done, she sat on the toilet and lifted her shirt up to reveal big black and blue bruises. When she felt she couldn't cry anymore, she returned to her bedroom.

Finn was already in bed. Meredith noticed his foot was bandaged up. She crawled in under the covers and moved as far away from him as possible. Then, she heard his voice.

"If you ever, ever, tell anyone what just happened, next time, I won't stop."

Meredith found she could cry a little bit more.

The alarm clock awoke Meredith out of her daze. She found dried tears on her cheeks. She got up and walked into the kitchen.

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Thirty minutes later, Finn emerged from the shower and walked into the kitchen to be met by the scent of eggs, sausage, and bacon, same as every morning.

"Ah, good morning Meri."

"Morning, Finn." She walked over to the table and set his breakfast down in front of him. She started to walk off to do the dishes when he had another request.

"What, don't I get a good morning kiss?"

Meredith walked back and coldly gave him a peck on the cheek, and walked back to the sink. Finn sighed.

"So I was thinking of having Cristina, Mark, Alex, Izzie, and Lily over for dinner tomorrow night." Finn said.

"Umm..."

If I don't say yes to this what will happen?

A flash of herself with a black eye went through Meredith's head.

"Sure sounds like fun, Finn."

"Alright, you call them." Finn paused to take a bite of his eggs. "Hey, where's my toast?"

Meredith looked over to the toaster.

Oh shit!

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to take it out of the toaster." She walked over to Finn with the toast.

"It's okay, baby." Finn took the toast from her and said, "So I was thinking lasagna."

"For what?"

"For tomorrow!" He was getting angry. "Christ Meredith, we just went over this! Can't you remember anything?"

"I'm sorry Finn." Meredith apologized. "Lasagna sounds perfect."

Oh my god. What have I gotten myself into?

Okay there it is.

I just wanted to make a chapter telling why Meredith won't tell anyone. That is why, I hope it's not too confusing, if so, just ask.

Please review, thanks!

Mary