Finding for Something |Shawn Mendes|

Chapter 13

Shawn's Point of View

"Are you sure you want to do that, Mason?" I asked her, staring at her wide eyed.
"Yep, they are friends and they deserve to know. That is unless you want them to know. I won't tell them if you don't want then to know." She said, looking at me.
"Go ahead and tell them..." I sighed, "The past is the past but still leaves memories behind." I said, getting off of the bed and leaning against the wall.

Mason looked at all of the boys on the floor I front of her. She slightly smiled before talking but, it didn't last long.
"Umm there actually is no way if making it sound nice and pretty because it isn't," she began. "Shawn and I were in the living room one afternoon and our father picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Shawn was d-d-ragged by the throat and tied to a chair along with me. My mother was tied to another chair in front of us and my father murdered my mom in front of me and Shawn..."

Mason finished in tears and so did I, the boys had jaw dropping faces and Matt spoke up.
"Is that why you were screaming at me to put you down, because of the way I threw you over my shoulders?" He asked, Mason nodded.

•••

Masons Point of View

Shawn was leaning against the wall with tears threading to fall. I walked over to him and embraced him in a huge hug. He automatically took the hug.
"That was hard for you to say to everyone, wants it?" Shawn asked, sniffling and rubbing my back.
"Yeah, talking about your dead mother isn't supposed to be easy." I said, feeling someone from behind hug me.

Everyone that was sitting on the floor was giving Shawn and I a big group hug. This hug made me feel really special because I never get hugs. Even though I just met these people, I feel like I could tell them anything.

After our chick moment, the guys and I decided to play truth or dare and would you rather. It was getting late and starting to get boring and someone suggested this.

We all sat in a circle; cross legged facing in towards the center.
"Who's gonna start?" Jack J shouted.
"I will!" Shawn said, thinking of something.
"Okay, Jack G, truth or dare?" Shawn said, lifting up an eyebrow.

Jack took some thought into what he might get himself into.
"I'm going Dare." He said, receiving 'oohs'.
"I dare you to..." Shawn pauses. "Put someone on your lap for the rest if the game. It doesn't matter who it is either."

I felt arms wrapping around my waist, picking me up. Jack sat down where I was and placed me in his lap.
"Okay, challenge completed." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Jack it's your turn." Taylor said.
"Yeah I know. I was thinking about who to choose but, since you called out. Taylor, Truth or dare." Jack G asked.
"Dare! You should know me by now, Jackie." He sad.
"Okay, Taylor, I dare you to take off all of your clothes but, you have to run down the street baked screaming 'I love soggy pizza' ten times!" Jack was laughing.
"Okay, do I get naked in here or outside?" He asked, winking at me.
"Outside." Jack G said, immediately.

Taylor walked out of the house, leaving the door open.
He ran off the front steps screaming 'I LOVE SOGGY PIZZA!' really loudly. A minute later, he came back in with his clothes in and sat back down like nothing happened.

"Mason, Truth or Dare?" Taylor asked, cocking up an eyebrow.
"Umm Truth..." I simply responded.
"Come on, do a dare! I have a good one." He said raising his eyebrows up.
"Fine..." I shrugged.
"Take off one article of clothing; shirt, pants, bra, underwear or sweater." Taylor said, watching me.

I really didn't want to take off my shirt because of my father beating me; bruises and scars everywhere.
I decided it go for my shorts because nothing really bothering in sight is there.

I stood up from Jack G's lap, moving aside and took off my shorts. Shawn's eyes were staring at me like lasers. I threw my shirts in the middle of the circle and sat back down in Jack G's lap. Jack wrapped his arms around my torso again and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"There, my dare was completed." I said, not really bothered.

I looked around the circle and decided to choose my brother, Shawn.
"Shawn, truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth." He said, eyeballing me again.
"If you were to describe Nash in one word, what would it be?" I asked, waiting for his answer.
"Asshole. If you were to check the dictionary, beside the definition 'asshole' would be Nash's name!" Shawn said laughing, Nash pretended to be hurt.

•••

Everybody has had been dared and truths came out like an explosion; guilty pleasures, dirty secrets, mental issues.

I was being dared by Jack J right at the moment. I was scared what the dare was going to be.
"Okay, I dare Mason to lye down on her back and let Taylor kiss all the way up her torso!" He screeched.

No way in hell was I going to do that, ever!
"No, I chicken out." I simply say.
"What!?! I was looking forward to this dare, Mason!" Taylor said, winking at me.
"No, sorry. Don't get your hopes up, Taylor." I got off of Jack G's lap and picked up my shorts.

I left the game just like that and went to Cameron's room; the clean and organized one.
I put my shorts back on and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror; ugly, fat, insecure, and self cautious.

As I was looking at myself, I lifted up my shirt over my head, leaving me still in my bra only. I examined every little flesh wound that my father left behind on my skin; cuts, bruises, scars, and bandages.