Shawn's POV:
I hang up the phone and ball my hands into fists, god this is rediculous I can't shake the feeling that she cheated and I can't just live like this.
I look around Laur's apartment, when she found out what was happening she gave me a place to stay. I realize this is wrong because me and Laur used to date before I got married but where else can I stay? Y/n absolutely despises her because of our serious past, besides y/n Laur was my only other intimate relationship.
"Hey shawn?" She says quietly, lingering at the doorway, "Are you okay?" I didn't notice the tears on my cheeks and I just whimper out of hurt.
"No," i say full of pain, "i think I'm getting a divorce.." My voice trails off and I just stare at the black screen of my phone, half wishing she'd call me back.
"Aw I'm so sorry," She walks over and places a hand on my back to comfort me, "do you really think she did it? Think about it shawn would she actually do that to you?"
I start sobbing, a little surprised that Laur might actually be defending y/n for once. She knows how much she means to me. Y/n was my everything.
"I'm going out," i say wiping my eyes, "i don't know when I'll get back but I'm taking a cab to a bar."
"Shawn no, you already had like 3 drinks and you need to get sober so you can tell y/n that you were drunk. To think that she would do that is rediculous," she whispers, pulling on a hoodie and laying down, "she didn't know you were drinking."
I briskly grab my wallet and harshly whisper, "Just leave me alone." and rush out the door, down the elevator, through the lobby, and out onto the porch of the building taking in the cold air. I'm at least 20 minutes away from y/n, and I almost feel bad she doesn't know where I am.
I wave over a taxi on the busy street and get in, the car smelling as if someone just smoked a cigarette, making my way to some club to get so drunk I won't even remember her name.
Y/n's POV:
I'm laying on the floor next to completely destroyed guitars, crying out of all the anger and pain he has put me through.
I completely trashed his once neat office, knowing that when or if he comes home he'll hate me more than he already does.
I grab my phone once more dialing ian, he picks up just as it was about to go to voice-mail and he sounds completely tired.
"Hello?" He sounds worried and defeated. At least ian was worried.
"Hey ian," i say eagerly, voice cracking from the tears, "by any chance do you know where shawn is staying?"
Ian sighs, probably debating whether he should tell me or not. "Laurs," he sounds nervouse, "he's staying at Laur's until he figures his shit out." Even he sounds disapointed in shawn's choice of where to stay.
I begin to shake of anger again but decide that this time I need to control it. So many emotions swarming through my head, it's insane.
"Thanks," i say blankly and pissed off, "nice to know he's screwing an ex, makes me feel that much more better."
"Sorry," he sounds completely sympathetic, knowing how dumb his best friend can really be. "He just doesn't know what he's doing."
I hang up taking a couple of minutes to stop the tears from falling from my eyes. God I hate Laur he decides to stay with the biggest bitch someone could come across.
