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I stared at her, waiting for an answer. She stayed silent while refusing to make eye contact with me. Her eyes traveled down the rest of the empty hallway we were in, to the knobs on the doors, and back down to her shoes. She fidgeted nervously, playing with the hem of her shirt.

"No." She finally spoke, her words coming out in a broken whisper. I wasn't satisfied with the answer I had gotten. I know something's going on and she's just too afraid to tell me; there's no other liable reason.

I gently grabbed her hand. She flinched at the sudden contact but calmed in a matter of seconds. Her hand was cold and thinner than it should be, just like the rest of her body. I gently squeezed it, hoping to gain a little more of her trust and show her that I was here.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that he's not hurting you." I spoke as softly as I could while also trying to be firm at the same time. She gulped and her hand fell from mine.

"I-I have to go." She turned back to her apartment, she shared with her 'boyfriend', leaving me without a full response. I looked down at my hand as the door closed behind her. It felt to empty, boring, without her hand in mine.

It felt so incomplete.

And to think she was going to give herself back to that jackass of a boyfriend. I can't even call him her boyfriend. I hear what happens when he comes home. It hurts my heart to think that a girl, as perfect as she was, was treated worse than an animal. He's the reason why she was as thin as a twig, he's the reason she winces everytime a shout was heard, and he's the reason she flinches so hard when someone did something as simple as raising their hand.

I've tried more than a million times to get her out of there; I've called the police, talked to her, talked to him. But no matter what happens, she always returns back to the same apartment that makes life a living hell for her.

The apartment across the hall.

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So I'm really really excited for this

This is also an au so if you don't like Shawn mendes(which would be absurd but you have you're tastes)you can still read it.

The chapters are going to be longer, this was just the intro thingy.

Bye sweeties xx

-Mia

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