Save Me (Shawn Mendes)

Ch. 33

Shawn's POV

I looked up from the phone and looked over to Jaxson.

"I can feel you staring at me. Did you find something?" he asked, obviously trying his best to stay calm.

"We need to turn around," I said.

"Why?" Jaxson asked.

"I need to talk to Matthew," I said.

"Matthew?!" Jaxson asked, shouting a little.

"Yes, I know it sounds strange, but trust me. I need to talk to him," I said.

At the next light, Jaxson pulled into Kohl's parking lot and turned around and sped home.

Once we got back to Jaxson's house, I hurried out of the car and sprinted toward Matthew's house.

I pounded on the front door.

"Matthew! Open up! I know you're in there!" I screamed.

The door opened, and I fell forward a little.

It was Matthew, smiling.

"Hello, Shawn. Get my text?" He said, tilting his head creepily to the left and smiling.

"I'm not scared of you," I said, exhaling.

"Oh, but you are," Matthew said.

"No I am not," I said, looking at the ground, getting angry.

"Oh yes you are. You're scared of what I can make her do. You're scared of what I will make her do next. You're scared of how I do it. You're scared of me, Shawn. Just admit it," Matthew said, getting in my face.

My hands balled into fists and my fingernails were digging into my palms.

"I am not afraid of you!" I said.

"You are too, Shawn. And you know it. That deep down, you're afraid that I can take control of you, but you haven't noticed that I already have," he said, smiling a very creepy smile with teeth.

"What did you do to her?" I asked, breathing heavily, trying to contain my anger.

"You know what I did to her," he said, almost immediately.

"Why'd you do this to her?" I asked, squeezing my fists harder, and looking into his eyes.

"You know why," Matthew said.

"Tell me or else I'll leave you how I did last time!" I shouted, getting in his face.

"Leave me as in by running away like a pussy? Ah yes, go ahead and do that. Please," Matt said, begging on the please.

My hands couldn't help it, once they reached his face, I couldn't stop.

I pummeled him as hard as I could, anger with every punch. Every time I pulled away, there would be new blood on my fists.

It wasn't until I heard Jaxson screaming at me to stop that I stood up, wiped my hands off and walked away, slamming the door shut behind me.

"Shawn! What the fuck was that? I thought you just wanted to talk to him not fucking kill him!" Jaxson screamed at me, getting an inch away from my face.

"I-I'm sorry," I said, moving backward, and looking down, intimidated by how built he was.

"Get in the car, Shawn. GET IN THE GODDAMN CAR!" Jaxson roared.

I was speechless. I've never seen Jaxson like this ever before. I hurried into the car, and shut the door.

Jaxson got in right next to me and we sped to the hospital.

We didn't talk the whole way there.

When we got to the hospital, there were cops everywhere.

When I asked one what was going on he replied with, "All I can say is that for now, we don't think that it was attempted suicide. It was attempted murder."