Leave My Heart Out Of This // Shawn Mendes and Hayes Grier

Chapter 10

~Cara's POV~

I came home to a quiet house. Usually mom was home by 10:30, but today was probably just a busy day.

I walked into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water, sitting on the couch and thinking about life.

What my future held for me, what I wanted to do.

Then suddenly I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was banging on a wall or something. It frightened me, quite a bit.

I went into my room and grabbed a baseball bat from when I played softball in the 4th grade.

I walked into the kitchen, no one was there so I walked around the house a little more, then I decided to try the bathroom.

I opened the door ever so slightly, and found my mother, crying. On the floor of the bathroom.

She was kicking, probably trying to scream, but my father was covering her mouth, letting no words escape.

I dropped the bat.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I could just see him. I could smell him.

"Well hello, Car. Good to see you again."

"Don't call me that." I backed away.

"What the HELL. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I screamed at him, rage surging through my veins. He uncovered my mother's mouth.

"Cara, Cara RUN!"

"Mom, I can't just leave you here!" I cried.

I could see the makeup running down her face. I couldn't just leave her here. I wouldn't.

"Get away from her you asshole." He just stroked her hair, smelling it. While my mother cried, trying to get out of his grasp, I looked down at my feet, remembering the bat.

I picked it up and walked into the bathroom. "I said, get away from her you asshole."

"You should really be nicer to your father."

He smiled. Showing me his disgusting yellow teeth. "Now why would I do that?" I asked. He bent down and kissed down my mother's neck. She screamed and cried. I couldn't handle this anymore.

I was furious. I ran to him and smacked the bat across his head.

I did that seven more times.

Until he wasn't moving. I don't even think he was breathing.

I ran to my mother and tried to untie her wrists. When I finally got the knots undone we both stood up, I grabbed her wrists and said, "Mom, let's go. We have to go."

She nodded and we started walking out. We were about to reach the door when my mother came falling to the ground. I looked over to see my father was holding her ankle, laughing mischievously.

So he wasn't dead then.

He pulled her towards him again, not letting her move.

The bat was behind him.

I had no idea what to do.

"CARA RUN! GET AWAY FROM HERE! RUN CARA!"

My mother and I looked each other in the eyes, both crying. "Mom, I can't just leave you."

"Cara.. run."

I did as she said. I ran. I ran out of the house and onto the street.

Then I heard a scream. Someone was screaming bloody murder. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Then there was silence.

I placed my hand over my mouth as I felt warm tears stream down my face.

What did he do to her?

Then I remember what my mother said to me, run.

So I continued to run, I ran until I came to a familiar street. I continued to run until I came to the house, to his house.

I was afraid he was coming to get me, so I pounded on the door, not caring what time of night it was.

Luckily he answered the door. I fell straight into his arms and he caught me, like I knew he always would.

He wrapped his arms around me while I cried, and tried to breathe. A few moments later both his parents and his little sister came downstairs to see what all the noise was.

I continued to cry.

"Baby, baby what's wrong?"

"H-He's back."

I looked up at him. His face was full of concern, panic, anger especially.

I pulled the collar of his shirt towards my face and wept into it. He had his arms around my waist and he held onto my like he would never let go.

I heard him say something to his family, "Go back to sleep, I'll take her in the basement."

I didn't know what they did, or said, all I knew was that Shawn picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, while I cried into his shoulder, his arms tightening into my waist every time I would sniffle, and then he started walking, I'm assuming to the basement, like he told his family.

He sat down, me still on his lap, my head still in his shoulder.

He played with my hair and whispered calming things into my ears, while kissing my head and continuing to reassure me everything was going to be okay.

After about twenty minutes I was calmed down enough to tell him what had happened.

"Princess, what's wrong? Who's back?"

"Sh-Shawn my dad is back. I d-don't know where h-he came from but he's b-back. He has my m-mom and I heard her scream a-and I don't know what h-he's going to d-do to H-her." After I choked out the last few words I started crying again.

"Baby, baby it's going to he okay. I promise we'll get her back. Everything will be okay. It's all going to be okay."

"Thank you Shawn." I yawned and laid my head back on his shoulder, I was to tired to cry anymore.

"Always Cara."

He laid down on the couch, and put me beside him. I threw my leg over his body and my arm around his torso, my head on his chest.

I've always been a cuddler.

He played with my hair and hummed Ed Sheeran to help me fall asleep.

"Goodnight Shawn."

"Goodnight Cara."

He softly kissed my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.