Switching sides

05

Camila

    We were on the road for a few hours, the first stop was only a couple of hours away so we had our meeting close by. Shawn got over his drama and was in a decent mood.

"Don't forget that I want you alone " Shawn mutters across the table.

"Shawn she's not going to cause issues, if anything she's another face in the crowd" I mummer

"Just be clear," he says

His words not adding up my head. Be clear. What the fuck does that mean?  I glance at the road and catch a glimpse of a sign.

   Roughly 30 minutes before we made it to the first stop. We didn't need to stop on the road since the bus had a bathroom. I made use of my time and made a few bracelets, Shawn's fans loved them. I was well known amongst his fan club, some good and some bad.

They knew I'd be there handing them out and they would want to talk. I also found out that Taylor's fans do this too but on a much more massive level. Her fans, they will eat me alive. How am I even going to find Shawn's fans among hers? Oh lord.

I sigh a little and keep making them.

"Those are garbage," Shawn says

I glance up at him to see him scrolling through his phone.

"Well your fans love my garbage " I snort

My face is hot and red, white-hot pain stings my cheek and I reel back a gasp. Shawn now sliding back into his seat shaking his hand. My eyes water and I hold back a sob.

"Did you just-"

"And I'll do it again if you talk to me like that" Shawn mumbled

I nodded and went back to my bracelets, I need to stop being a brat. No wonder he hit me, I can't keep my mouth shut. The tingling in my face was still present as the driver called out that we were pulling into the stadium.

"Go cover your face up, your not ruining my career," Shawn says

I get up and grab my makeup bag from my bunk, taking it into the bathroom and shutting the door. That's when the tears fall, I muffle my sobs with my hand, cause if Shawn heard me crying it would be worse. I pulled out my concealer and applied it to my tingling cheek. The bruise was small but I knew it would get bigger as the day trudged on.

"Let's go Karla" Shawn yelled

I scrambled to apply the rest of the face makeup and scurried out of the bathroom.

"Sorry," I said

Shawn grabbed my hand and we walked out of the bus.

"We have sound check and then a few hours before I'm on so stay with me," he says

I nodded and follow him with our hands intertwined. It's these moments that I cherish, these moments I saw the real him the side I love. We make our way inside and backstage and Shawn jumped into a conversation with the stage crew, dropping my hand. I glance down at my dropped hand and try not to feel hurt, but it's there. I make my way out onto the stage and look out at the sea of seats.

Holy shit

The show tonight is sold out and to imagine the crowd full makes my stomach flip. I don't know how Shawn does this without throwing up.  I make my way to the end of the stage and take a seat with my feet hanging off, there's about a 5-foot drop but I don't plan on jumping. I pull out the bracelets I've been making and start stringing the beads onto the string.

"Karla" Shawn yells

I jump and glance back. Shawn's standing there.

" I'm going to run a few errands around the grounds, stay out of the way" he yells and turns out of view not giving me a chance to say anything.