The Intern // shayne topp x reader

-chapter ten-

⚠️trigger warning⚠️
mentions of abuse, sexual abuse, stalking, and death/mild gore
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"what's up? are you alright?" Shayne asked.

"no, i'm not alright," i answered honestly. "when you get off work, could you come over?"

"can you wait until then? i can come over right now. i'm sure Ian and Anthony would understand."

"i don't want to take you away from your work."

Shayne cut me off, "nonsense! i'll be on my way in a minute. text me your address?"

"alright. thanks, Shayne."

"of course, (y/n)."

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soon enough, there was a knock at my door.

it startled me, but i figured it was Shayne.

i checked the peephole in the door just to be sure.

"hey, Shayne," i greeted him.

"oh my god, what happened? you're shaking," he reached out to hold me, but i flinched away.

"come in, please," i ignored his question.

he stepped through the threshold, and i quickly glanced around outside, making sure no one had followed him here.

i shut the door and locked both locks again.

"what's wrong, (n/n)?"

"promise me you won't laugh or think i'm crazy?"

"of course not. what's up?"

i sat down on my couch and invited Shayne to sit next to me.

he sat close, but not too close. i appreciated it.

"okay, umm...i think i'm being stalked."

"what? by who? do you know?"

"Jack..."

"why would he do that?"

"i rejected him, and i think he just wants revenge or something. i'm not entirely sure."

"do you have any proof? i'm not saying i don't believe you, but you know you can't accuse someone of something like that without proof."

"well," i stood up, prompting Shayne to follow me. i went to the kitchen and showed him the remnants of the camera i had smashed. "i found this up in the corner of the ceiling. there was one in the bathroom, too. and my room. and the living room."

"jesus christ..." Shayne whispered to himself as he kneeled down and looked at what was left of the camera. "why do you think it's Jack, though? it could be someone in your apartment building. plus, how do you think he got in?"

that's a good question. how did he get in?

i wracked my brain, trying to think of how he could have gotten into my apartment. then i remembered something.

"it's been so hot recently, so i left my window open to try and lower my heating bill, and i never closed it. god, i'm so stupid," i wanted to cry again.

"hey, you're not stupid. you had no idea any of this would happen."

"i know..."

"is you rejecting him the only reason you think it could be Jack?"

"well, there was also the incident at the office, when i yelled at you and said his name by accident. and when he tried to help me, i got mad at him."

"yeah, i've been wondering about that, but i didn't think you would want to talk about it, so i never asked."