A Bitter Song
All I need is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better
All I need to write is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better
Meredith kicked back the covers and slowly walked towards her bedroom door. Her heart was racing, and she was shaking with fear. No one was expected at the house, especially this late at night. She quietly opened her bedroom door and peaked out into the hallway. Nothing.
She finally just pushed the door open and walked towards the nursery. She had officially deemed herself crazy, until she noticed Delia's door was open. She always closed her door. Always. Meredith immediately pulled away from the handle and stood very still, trying to hear or see anything else that was out of place. The living room light was on, casting light on the stairwell. She had turned that off before bed.
She took a deep breath and opened the door all of the way, and she didn't see anything wrong. She walked over and picked Delia up and bounced her a bit to calm her back down. She decided the best thing to do would be to call Derek back. She shut the nursery door behind her and walked back across the hallway, with Delia in her arms, noticing the light in the hall was off. She hurried into her room, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She put Delia in her makeshift crib they had set up in the bedroom, and walked back over to the bed to grab the phone. As soon as she reached for it she heard him.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." She heard a deep growling voice say to her. She whipped around gasping for air, seeing a dark figure sitting in the chair next to her desk. She couldn't speak. She couldn't think.
She tried to run to Delia to grab her but he had gotten to her first. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, looking into her eyes, which were filling with tears.
"What do you want from me? I…I don't understand…." She said between sobs. He was tightening his grip on her at this point.
"You almost got me caught today with Miranda. Your attitude towards me in front of others needs to stop. You should know better. I try to kiss you and you push me away. If you would stop fighting me, you wouldn't get hurt Meredith." He said pulling her closer to him. Delia was nearly screaming. Meredith's heart was breaking. She couldn't save herself, and she couldn't hold Delia to calm her. She wanted Derek. "I have been in love with you, but you keep rejecting me. If you won't be with me on your own, then I will make it happen. Don't fight me, it will only be worse for you in the long run."
"You're fucking crazy. Let me go! Help!" She screamed, knowing full well that no one would come for her. He hit her across the face, knocking her to the ground unconscious.
He picked her limp body off of the floor and sat her on the bed. He slowly pulled down his pants, ready to get what he came for. Her eyes started to flutter, and she opened them to see him hovering over her. She screamed and fought with everything she had in her, until she just broke down in sobs. He was too strong.
It found me to hold me
But I don't like it at all
Won't feed it,
Won't grow it
It's folded in my stomach;
It's not fair,
I found love;
It made me say that.
Get back,
You'll never see daylight;
If I'm not strong it just might.
Derek parked his car and bolted for the front door. He pulled out his key to unlock it, realizing that it was already ajar. He pushed open, yelling for Meredith but getting no response. As soon as his foot hit the first step, he heard it. The shrieks and screams. He could hear her calling his name, for help. Panic set in as Derek stopped in his tracks. He ran to the office and grabbed a gun out of the drawer of his desk. He had gotten in for protection, but never in a million years, thought he would have to use it.
He made his way back up the stairs, and to her bedroom door. It was locked. "Damnit!" He cursed to himself. He moved back and slammed his body as hard as he could, breaking the doorframe. He stopped in shock at what he saw. Dr. Cooper in his house. Over his wife, her legs and arms kicking and flailing.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Derek yelled, throwing himself at Cooper. He had never been so angry in his entire life. Meredith watched in shock, as the two men fought over the gun. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't breathe. She pulled her body over to the bedside table and grabbed her phone texting Izzie to call 911. She was scared to call herself, that he might come after her again. The gun flew out of Derek's hand onto the floor close to Meredith. She was frozen. Derek was knocking him in the face as fast as he could cock his arms back, and Cooper was attempting to do the same. Eventually, he had Derek pinned on the floor. Meredith inched over and grabbed the gun off of the floor. She had never shot a gun before. She was scared she would hit Derek.
"STOP IT. STOP, YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!" She screamed, seeing the blood covering Derek's face. She took a deep breath and pulled her finger back and all she heard following was silence. She dropped to the floor and started sobbing, scared to look at what she had done. She could hear the sirens in the distance.
"Derek. Derek are you ok?" She crawled around the bed, calling his name, hoping for something. She had never been more scared of what she would see. She heard a muffled groan, and saw some movement in the heap on the floor. She got up and ran to him. Cooper was motionless on top of Derek. She rolled him off, helping Derek to the bed.
All I need is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better
All I need to write is a bitter song
To make me better
"Baby don't move, the police are almost here." She said as she finally scooped Delia into her arms. He didn't rape her. Derek had saved her from that misery. She just wanted her life back. It was over. Finally over.
I feel better