The Intern // shayne topp x reader

-chapter eight-

⚠️trigger warning⚠️
mentions of abuse, sexual abuse, and panic attacks
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"see you again tomorrow, love."

his words kept replaying in my mind.

is he going to do this to me every day?

at least i got my phone back.

"hello? earth to (y/n)?" Keith's voice snapped me back into reality.

"what?" i said softly.

"we have a writers meeting for the next every blank ever. come on."

writers meeting? that means Jack will be there.

"do i have to go? i mean, after all, i'm just an intern."

"of course. you may be an intern, but you're still part of the family. now, come on."

"okay," i groaned and stood up, following Keith to the conference room.

it hurt to walk. i had never had penetrative sex before. i was waiting for 'the one.'

i guess that plan is out the window.

Keith noticed me walking strangely. "hey, are you okay? you look like you're limping or something."

"i'm fine. i think i just twisted my ankle when i fell earlier."

nice save, (y/n).

"oh, okay. want to lean on me?" he started to wrap his arm around my shoulder, but i flinched and shrunk away from his touch.

after today, i don't think i can ever be comfortable with a guy touching me in any way.

"no, i'm fine. it's not broken," i snapped at Keith and began walking faster.

when we got to the conference room, everyone was already there. Courtney had saved me a seat in between her and Amanda.

but, i was right across from Jack.

just don't look him in the eye and you'll be okay.

i stayed relatively silent for the whole meeting, only speaking when spoken to and holding my gaze at my feet.

as we walked out, i heard semi-rapids footsteps behind me. suddenly, a hand was on my shoulder, and i instinctively moved my shoulder and turned to see who was there, praying it wasn't Jack.

"woah, (n/n), are you alright? you seem a little on edge," Shayne said.

"oh, sorry. yeah, i'm just tired, i guess. it's been a long day." i hated lying to my friends, but they couldn't know.

"well, i was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me tomorrow? Damien can't come, so it would just be us, if that's okay with you?"

that made me smile. i was just about to say yes when i remembered Jack's words.

"see you again tomorrow, love."

"i'm sorry. i can't. i'm having lunch with Jack, again."

"two days in a row? fine, then. how about dinner? Damien should be able to be with us then."

"i mean, i'll have to ask Jack."

"why does everything have to be about him?" Shayne began to raise his voice, making my figure shrink into itself.

i've always been afraid of yelling. when people yell at me, i start to have panic attacks. i think it started in middle school when my mother yelled at me for slacking off on my grades. she apologized, and she never meant to hurt me, but it did affect me.