Shawn Mendes Imagines

Beaten (Part 2)

"Oh my god," you whisper in shock.

His face was cut up, red slashes above his left eye and on his chin. Remnants of dirt, sweat, and blood remained on his skin. He had a black eye, dark purple bruises covered his face. At the bottom of his neck were two dark thumbprints. His knuckles were bruised and cut, cracked and split open. He had taken off his shirt in the bathroom because it was torn and dirty, so you could see his bare chest. He had a large bruise on his side, and little cuts and scratches all over his skin.

All you could do is stand in front of him with your mouth open, your eyes starting to brim with tears once again as you look him over in utter shock.

"What happened to you," you whisper, your voice choked up, taking a step forward and wrapping your arms around him. You hug him gently, as if he would just fall apart in your arms.

"Ahh," he gasped, pulling away from you for a second and clutching his side. You must've touched a bruise on his body.

"I was going to try to hide all this from you but I couldn't stand hearing you cry," Shawn says, looking down.

"As long as you're safe now, that's all that matters. I'm gonna get you some bandages and get you cleaned up and you're going to tell me what happened, okay?" You say, turning on a light and leading him to sit down on the couch. He groans in pain as he lowers his body onto the cushion. His face scrunches up and he shuts his eyes tight.

You come back with some bandaids and liquid to clean his cuts. You sit down next to him, worry never leaving your face.

"I was walking downtown, on my way to the store when I saw your ex boyfriend Nate walking on the other side of the street..."

Flashback:

Shawn saw Nate and immediately looked away, knowing that anything with this guy is trouble. Nate saw him too, and got the attention of his idiot friends, hitting them lightly on the chest.

"Hey look, it's the weak little singer boy who's dating y/n!" He shouts, his voice echoing through the carless street.

Shawn keeps walking with his head down, feeling the anger start to boil inside of him. He hurt her, he abused her, Shawn thought to himself. He balled his fists up at his sides, and continued walking.

"God I miss that little slut. You know, you probably haven't gotten any yet Shawn, but boy is she good in bed. Only when she complied though. Sometimes I had to hit her a few times to make her do what I wanted, just remind her of what a useless whore she was -"

That was it. Shawn bolted across the street, his sneakers pounding the pavement. He didn't stop running, and grabbed Nate's shirt and tackled him to the ground, landing on top of him. The sound of fists hitting flesh filled the empty street as Shawn punched him, completely taken over and driven by anger. Nate's head lay back against the pavement, being thrown from side to side as Shawn mercilessly attacked him. Nate's three friends pulled at Shawn's sweatshirt and grabbed his arms, tearing him away from Nate. They throw Shawn back, his head hitting the sidewalk hard. He rubs the back of his head, then looks at his hand to find it covered in blood. Nate finally gets the strength to stand up, and he lifts himself off the ground, walking over to where Shawn was laying.

"You think you're so strong don't you? You're not. You're weak and pathetic." He spits on Shawn's face.

Shawn tries to get up, but is kicked back down by one of the guys. He takes three kicks to the gut and is now rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach, trying to catch his breath which was knocked out of him. Nate crouches down and takes a swing at Shawn, hitting him right in the eye. He takes another one, this time aiming for his cheek. Shawn squirms and kicks and tries to escape from being held down but one against four is not exactly in his favor. The other guys punch and kick him, one of them nearly choking him as he presses his thumbs against Shawn's neck. Shawn gasps for air, his vision becoming blurred and his ears ringing.

"That's enough," Nate says.

The pressure is lifted as soon as Shawn was about to pass out. He gasps and coughs as he sits up, spitting and gagging. The four figures walk away laughing, leaving Shawn beaten on the ground. He sits there, catching his breath and wiping away the sweat and blood with his shirtsleeve. He leans back against a fence next to him, and falls asleep.

End of flashback

..." Shawn finished telling you exactly what had happened.

"I didn't want you to know any of this. I know you hate violence and I know you hate Nate and I didn't want you to worry too much. I didn't want you getting hurt or scared." He says.

"Scared?! I was scared to death Shawn what the hell did you expect? That I just went to sleep and didn't even notice that you were out for 5 hours without even texting or calling me? I was worried sick." You say, yelling at first but softening your voice when you see how hurt his expression was.

"I'm sorry baby, I know I shouldn't have even started a fight but I couldn't just let him talk about you like that. I didn't care what he said about me but as soon as he called you those things I couldn't hold myself back." Shawn says, balling his fists again as he remembers the events of a few hours ago.

"It's okay, but don't go getting yourself in fights over me alright? He's not worth it, no one is."

"I know. I love you so much y/n and I'm so sorry I had you worried. But honestly I would take a beating every single day if it meant I could come home to you at the end of it all." Shawn says, smiling and pulling you close to him.

"I love you too Shawn."

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Sooooo I guess you could say he'll be needing stitches....😂 Anyway that took me forever to write and it was way longer than I anticipated but I like how it turned out! Thanks for reading!