Here's the update!

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Grey's Anatomy… yadda yadda yadda.

I wake up the next morning and gently remove his arm from around me, careful not to wake him. I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the water before I slip out of my pajamas. My body immediately relaxes under the warmth of the water flowing over my body. I quickly wash up and wrap my towel around my body. I frown as I look into the mirror. My eye is now surrounded by various dark colors, almost in a tie-dye pattern. I quickly grab my foundation and begin dabbing it on with a sponge. I cringe from the pain every dab. Adam walks into the bathroom and watches me for a minute before kissing my neck and getting in the shower.

I'm completely aware that people are doing double-takes as I walk by them on campus. I'm avoiding Adam at all costs. Last night I decided he didn't actually love me. I decided that if he did really love me, he wouldn't be hurting me. I also decided that it was time to end it; time to wake up from this never-ending nightmare. It was time.

This avoiding thing is rather difficult with Adam. Because somehow he knows I'm avoiding. This, in return, means he's looking for me. And by looking I mean he's searching like a predator for a prey; he's pissed. I've seem him twice in the hallways, peeking over heads, searching for mine. My biggest problem? He's in my next class.

I'm naturally an avoider; it's what I do best. I avoid my mom at home, I avoided talking about or thinking of my father, and I avoid confrontations with Adam. As I walk off campus, I feel as though someone is watching me, but ignore the feeling and continue down the road. As I reach my house, I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in and open the front door.

Two hours later I hear banging on my front door. Shit, Adam was aware I was avoiding him. And he was angry. Any normal day, he'd be by my side at all times, carefully watching for any mistake he could use against me. The shit is crazy, I swear.

"Open up the fucking door you bitch! I'll knock it down if I have to Meredith!"

I weight my options and decide opening the door would be best. As I slowly unlock it, he stops banging and looks me square in the eyes before I am knocked to the ground.

"Where the fuck were you today? With some guy, I assume. You fucking worthless whore." He shoved me again as I tried to get up from my spot on the ground. He held me down and slapped my face hard. It burned. I screamed for help but it was obviously no use. As he hit me again, I felt warmth spreading down my face. He punched me with his ring on again. I fight and squirm but it's no use; I'm vulnerable in this position. I lose hope and succumb just as I hear an unfamiliar voice shouting.

"What the fuck is going on? Get off her!" I hear him shout. He must have pulled Adam off of me because I'm no longer being held down, although I can't get the energy to get up, or open my eyes for that matter. I hear them fighting and the door suddenly opens, and then is slammed shut. He was gently wiping my face off as I opened my eyes. He smiled sadly at me.

"Hi I'm Derek Shepherd."

"M-Meredith Grey," I say as I look into his soft blue eyes. As my vision becomes clear, I see that he is actually rather good looking; sexy, even. "Um, what are you doing in my house?"

"Oh I'm Ellis Grey's intern. I was just here to pick something up for her. Are you her daughter?" He asked as I nodded slightly. "We need to get you to the hospital."

"No, no, no. I'm fine, really. This isn't as bad as it seems."

"Miss Grey, you need to be checked out." He said gentle, yet forceful, as he wiped off more blood on my face.

"Can't you do it? I mean, you are an intern, right? These wounds aren't anything big. Just bandage me up and we're good to go." I say as I begin to get up.

"And you should call the cops on that kid." He carefully leads me over to the couch and turns to face me.

"No, he's just… I can't."

"Why's that?"

"Please, just please don't tell anyone. I can handle this." I plead. I look into his eyes and see myself clearly for the first time. I'm sad, possibly pathetic. He looks worried and for some reason, I can't help but be happy. Looking into his eyes, I see concern and worry. I see someone that cares.

"Meredith, you need to tell someone, you've got to stop this," he said as he shifted to face me even more. "How long has he been doing this?"

"I just… I can't." Tears brim my eyes and his frown deepens.

"How long, Meredith?"

"I don't know, okay?" I yell. "I have no idea. Six months ago, maybe. I just… I kept telling myself it would stop and I just… I have no idea. It wasn't as bad at first." I cry and he pulls me closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. We sit there for what seems to be forever, as he rubs his hand on my back and whispers that it's going to be okay into my ear. For a second, I actually believe him.

There you are, standing right in front of me
There you are, standing right in front of me
Forced fear falls away to leave me naked
Hold me close
Cause I need you to guide me to safety

In the confusion
and the aftermath
You are my signal fire

So was planning on writing a large update for you but I got caught up watching Maid of Honor and pigging out. So I'm going to try for another tomorrow and give you this one for the night well technically another today and give you this one at 2:30 this morning.