Please Be A Bad Dream

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Shawn's POV

Jesus fucking Christ why does Jake want to talk to me. Please no!! He's already hurt me so much I can't think about him without crying. He's tortured me so much in high school. Doing things that shouldn't even be legal. He hurt me. He hurt me so much. Please. I hope this is just a bad dream. Please.

Jake: so when do you want to meet?

Me: whenever I don't care honestly

Jake: c'mon Shawn don't be like that

Me: ...

Me: and why shouldn't I?

Jake: you'll see...

Me:ok fine

Jake: I'll be at your house in 20 minutes k?

Me: umm okay.

Jake: I promise I won't hurt you

Me:k

I can't do this.

25 minutes later

*doorbell rings*

Fucking shit I can't do this.

*door knocks*

"Shawn I know you're in there" he says with a subtle yet harsh tone.

I stand still and quite.

"Shawn let me in....please"

I hesitate before walking to the door and turning the knob....

I open it and there he stands. Tall, lean and black hair that curves over to the side. I look at him with puppy dog eyes praying he doesn't hurt me. He looks at me with green eyes like he's waiting for me to say something.

Me: Hi

Jake: Hi

Jake: I need to talk to you.

Me: um okay

I move to the side letting him in my house as I close the door.

He walks me to my couch and has my sit down. I sit at a reasonably spot away from him. Just far enough where I can jump and run in case anything happens.

He noticed and stared me up and down, noticing my fear

Jake: move closer, it's okay.

Me: I'm fine

Jake suddenly moves close to me. Very close. I can feel his breath on me.

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