Becker's POV...

"Where is she? Where's Greya?" I shout to Ari, who's already walking to the parking lot. I was such an asshole all day, I need to apologize.

She stayed and watched the entire game tonight for me. I was angry and benched and she came over to me and said the only thing I needed to hear.

She stayed for me...she wanted to help me even after I stormed out on her earlier. I was scared, I still am. She told me she loves every part of me, and I didn't want to believe her. My mother showed me love by leaving, and Jack's love comes in the form of physical abuse.  Greya couldn't have meant anything she said.

While her and everyone else watched me crumble on the field, she still stayed. Instead of being angry with me for what I did earlier, she decided to help me. Maybe she does feel for me like she says she does. What I do know, is that I need to see her and scoop her up into my arms. I need to feel her so she can remind me that she is real, and I can try harder to make us work.

"Ari?" I finally reach her car.

"Greya went home Becker. Chase is having some issues and she needed to get home."

"Is he okay? What happened?" Shit! I hope it's nothing serious.

"He's fine, he's having sleeping issues so she's taking him to the doctor tomorrow. Don't expect her to show up for class tomorrow, they will probably stay home and rest," Ari informs me.

"Should I go over and see if she needs any help?" I want to help her, but I don't want to overstep.

"That's not a good idea. If Chase is sleeping and anyone wakes him up, it won't be good." Ari's voice is stern like I've put her off in some way. Greya probably told her how I acted earlier, so I don't blame Ari for having an attitude towards me.

Ari gives me a weird look, which I also deserve. I don't know what to do next, I'm stationed by her car like an idiot.

"Look Becker, whatever happened between the two of you today obviously messed with your heads. I'm happy Greya was able to talk you off the ledge during your game, but right now she needs people who will take care of her, not mess with her. If you care about her, then give her some space tonight and only after she receives good news from Chase's doctor, then you two can hash out whatever problems you have."

I don't say anything, I only nod and allow Ari to get into her car and drive away. I too, get into my car and slowly drive home. I don't bother turning on any music, as too many thoughts race through my mind. As much as I want her to be with me, I need to be there for her. If Chase isn't sleeping at night, that means she isn't either. She's been taking care of everyone else for so long that she forgets that she needs to be taken care of as well. I will show her that I can be that person.

Jack is still not home when I get there, and Alec texted earlier saying he's staying at the Hayden's house tonight. As silence takes over my massive house, I can't help obsessing about my problems. I was wrong thinking a long hot shower would help, it only made my insecurities worse. Greya is in my head and I can't shake the thought of ever losing her. I don't even have her yet, and I'm already reminded of how easy it will be for her if she never wanted to see me again.

Stepping out of the shower, I slip in my airpods and wrap a towel around my waist. With my mind in a haze, I walk down the hall to my room. Without warning, a large hand grips my left wrist and twists my arm up behind my back. Excruciating pain shoots up into my shoulder as Jack grabs the back of my neck with his other hand and slams the side of my face into the wall. He keeps me pinned there, holding me captive with only a towel hugging my hips. The scent of alcohol radiating off of him is so strong, I can taste it.

I try to push him away but he twists my arm harder that I scream in pain. "You're going to break my arm!" I plead with him to stop. He feels no mercy, only hatred as he causes something to pop in my shoulder. "What did you take from the desk? There are papers missing?" He spits at me.

I'm in too much pain and he has too much advantage over me for it to be the appropriate time to confront him about the adoption. Instead, I opt for something that will have a lesser consequence. "I was cleaning up the dining room table and moved everything to your desk, I didn't take anything," I tell him. I already know my answer isn't good enough when he grabs my hair and pulls my head back slightly before smashing it back into the wall.

For a moment I think I must've blacked out because I'm in front of the wall on my knees and hear Jack slam the front door of the house shut when he leaves.

The dizziness makes it hard for me to collect my bearings and my left arm is numbly limp by my side. Fuck, I think my shoulder's dislocated. I stumble into my room praying that my head will stop throbbing and hoping I can dress myself with one arm. I manage to put on boxers and a pair of gym shorts. I almost get my limp arm through my shirt hole but not before collapsing onto my bed. I need help. Declan's out of the question, not with Alec spending the night there to see me like this. Cohen went out to dinner with his parents after our game. Damnit!

I force myself to stand and pull the rest of my shirt over my body. My feet are unsteady, but I think it's because this is excruciating. I just need to take something for the pain.

Greya won't mind if I text her. If she's already awake, maybe she won't mind me coming over. I don't want her to see me like this either, but she's the only person who can hopefully put my shoulder back into place.

"Fuck!" I scream out to no one. I reach for my phone and start texting with one hand.

Me: Hi Love, I hope I'm not waking you?

Greya: Hi, No. I'm awake, I don't foresee myself falling asleep any time soon.

The thought of her not getting any sleep makes me cringe knowing Chase won't be the only one keeping her from rest.

Me: Is Chase getting any sleep?

If Chase is sleeping, there is no way I'm going over there and waking him up.

Greya: He's not sleeping much either lately, hopefully the doctor will be able to help with that tomorrow.

Me: I hope so too.

Me: I know I shouldn't be asking this after...today. But would it be alright if I come over?

There's a long pause. I knew asking was a bad idea. After a minute, I see the three dots appear, letting me know she's texting.

Greya: Of course, come on over, I'll leave the door unlocked in case Chase does fall asleep.

Relief washes over me momentarily until I realize it's not a good idea for me to drive. What choice do I have? I swallow four Advil with a bottle of water because that is all I can find, then slowly walk to the car. I am not as dizzy as I was earlier so that gives me more confidence in my driving abilities.

My body's sweating profusely by the time I arrive at Greya's house. The mix of pain and anxiety is almost crippling, but I make it up her front steps nonetheless. I end up stumbling through her front door when I hear her shocked voice.

"Oh my god! Becker you're soaked and bleeding!" She looks me over. I didn't realize I was bleeding anywhere, then again, I didn't think to look in the mirror before I came here. My left arm is in so much pain that my right arm has to hold it in place so it doesn't feel like it's falling off.

She doesn't wait for me to respond to her questions, instead, she gently guides me to her couch. Forget about my arm, forget about the throbbing pain in my head, all I want is for her to wrap her arms around me. She's the only one I've ever allowed to touch me. At first, I was afraid of her skin on mine, but now there is nothing I want more.

"I'm sorry," I choke out. She gives me a puzzled look as she examines the bump on the side of my cheek. "I'm sorry for how I acted in the music room," I clarify.

"It was my fault too. I shouldn't have said what I said." She leaves me and goes into the kitchen, probably looking for supplies.

She regrets what she said. Shit, why did I come here, this is all a mistake. I try to push myself up from the couch, but feel Greya's hand on my right shoulder pushing me back down.

"Where are you going? You're hurt," she reminds me.

"I'm sorry I bothered you, I should go," I tell her while attempting to stand again. This time my legs wobble on their own accord and my butt lands back down on the cushion.

There is a thoughtful look in her pretty green eyes. She silently places a cool cloth to the side of my face and just watches for my reaction. I don't flinch from her tenderness because all I feel is comfort. Suddenly she releases a deep sigh, as if she fears that the next words she says will break me.

"In the music room..." she pauses. "I meant every word."

I'm stunned silent, forcing my tears at bay. This pain is screwing with me and I'm trying to release some of the discomfort by kneading my fingers along my forehead.

"So, it wasn't your fault, how you acted, maybe I rushed how I feel, and you weren't ready," she says softly.

I can't help but grimace from the slightest movement and thankfully Greya understands that we should finish this conversation after fixing my arm.

"I need to take off this wet shirt and have a better look at your arm," she warns, and I nod.

She begins by slowly pulling up my shirt and I hold my breath, not because of fear this time, but because of the agony I'm feeling. Her hands carefully lift my limp arm enough to pull the fabric off before exploring the injury.

She's nervous when she gazes back at me. "I don't want to hurt you," she says, her eyes full of tears.

"I know you don't, Love," I try to reassure her.

I reach my finger up toward her cheek, just as a tear rolls down. "This is going to hurt a lot, I don't want to be the one to cause it," she sniffs.

Her worries are justified; I don't want her to have to be the one to do this either. She would never hurt me intentionally, I know that. She's trying to fix me, not hurt me, I need her to believe it.

My fingers lightly brush the side of her face, my thumb lingering by her lips, soaking up the softness of her skin. "You are not the one who dislocated my shoulder, you are the one fixing it for me, even if it's painful," I tell her.

"Please help me," I urge her before I pass out.

"Okay," her voice quivers.

She gets into position and places one hand around my bicep just below my armpit and her other hand grips just below my elbow. As soon as she lifts my arm upwards, I yelp.

She freezes in place. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," she whispers.

"Yes, you can, the pain will go away after you pop it back in. Please Love," this is torture for the both of us.

Before I have the chance to prepare myself, Greya swiftly lifts, rotates and forcefully pushes my arm back into its socket. It was the worst pain I've ever felt, but she did it so fast that I didn't have time to scream. And thank God I didn't, because I didn't want to frighten her or be the one to wake up Chase.

The dizziness returns while I try to recover. I hear someone sobbing and for a brief second, I think I'm the one crying until I look over at Greya and see that it's her. She stands up from the couch before I have a chance to reach for her and bolts towards the bathroom.

I can't get off the couch fast enough. At least my arm isn't dangling anymore, and I can deal with the headache. I can't handle Greya crying because of me though.

The bathroom door is open, so I slowly enter and find Greya at the sink, wiping her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she weeps.

"Don't be sorry, look," I move my arm around slightly. "It's sore, but you fixed it Grey."

"I hate that Jack does this to you...I didn't want to cause you pain too,"

I step closer and wrap one arm around her, letting her burry her head in my chest. "I know Love, I'm sorry I came here and put you through that."

She pulls away slightly while lifting her hands up to cup my face. Her thumbs softly glide across my skin. The way she holds my face in her hands always sends a rush of emotions throughout my whole body. I'm learning to enjoy the feeling. Greya is the one who keeps me grounded, makes me feel like I belong.

"I want you to come to me...always...any time and for any reason. If we could figure it out, I'd want you here with me every day, away from that monster."

I'm about to be a sobbing mess if she says anymore, so I lean down and crash my lips onto hers. If this is what love is supposed be like, I'm willing to take the risk with her.