I sighed while slipping on some random sweatpants, from off the floor, and a T-shirt aswell. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to wipe the blurriness out. I yawned as I stretched my arms out above my head. My back cracked causing me to sigh contenly. My bare feet hit the cool ground and I looked around for my socks.
After a few minutes of searching, I found them hidden under a pile of dirty clothes. I made a mental note to wash them later. I walked out of the doorway into my livingroom, but pausing upon realising I had forgotten what I was doing.
It's five thirty in the evening, what would you get up from your nap for?
I scratched the back of my head, hoping to find an explanation. Then it clicked. I needed to get my mail. I clapped my hands together once, excited for what I might be receiving today.
I hurried out my front door and out into the hallway. I decided to skip on taking the elevator and jogged down the stairs. No one really went down the stairs. We're too much of lazy asses.
Once I reached the lobby, I walked over to the locked shelves. I almost didn't notice the person beside me. I would've recognized her from anywhere.
"Yvette," I said, a bunch of butterflies flying through my stomach. She turned a smile on her face. I nearly frowned at the sight of her face.
No bruises, cuts, or any signs of harm.
That would usually make me feel overjoyed but this didn't. Why - you may ask -isn't that a good thing? Well, it usually it is, but that's when there's truly nothing wrong. But the only reason why she didn't have any marking was because of makeup.
I remember when she used to go without make up. She would never wear any, except for special occasions, and that's what made her her. She was proud to go without make up, showing off what was naturally hers. Showing off what she didn't have to draw on.
But now, she wears a mask.
A mask that covers all the things he does to her when no one's around. A mask that hid the hurt and pain she felt everyday. It was disgusting - the fact that she had to hide.
"Oh, hi, Shawn." The way my name sounded coming out of her mouth only caused my smile to grow more.
"How are you doing?" She pulled a small key from her Jean pocket and looked back up at me.
"I'm doing great," What a load of Bullshit. "How about you?" I shrugged.
Better, if you were with me...
"I'm fine, spring break's coming up. Are you and Nick doing anything?" She retrieved her mail from the her designated box, below mine, after unlocking it. She almost looked uneasy.
"Nah, Nick is going off with his friends somewhere in Florida." I nearly jumped out of my socks.
She was going to be home...alone...for one week?
"Oh, really?" I kept my cool. "That's cool. I'm just staying home, aswell." She nodded, a light smile on her red-colored lips.
"Cool, well, I better be getting back. I have to finish making dinner for Nick and I." She gave me a small wave and began to walk away.
"Wait," I called out causing her to freeze and turn back to me. "If you're gonna be alone, how about you come over some time?" The look on her face was traumatizing. She looked so scared, so fearful.
What did I do wrong?
Her hands began to chase and her lips pursed into a thin line. She clasped her hands behind her back and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She looked down at the watch on her delicate, thin wrist.
"I, uh, I don't think I can. I gotta go." She rushed back to the elevator, forcefully pushing the buttons. I sighed, watching the doors close in front of her.
I opened my mailbox, taking out only three envelopes. I looked up after hearing the familiar squeak of the front door. It was him, he was approaching me. A grim look on his face. I took a few steps back, hoping he knew I wasn't going to do anything. He then noticed me looking at him and a small smile found its way to his face.
He continued walking towards me, I gulped out of fear.
"Hey, Shawn," I noticed him reaching for his pocket. Is he taking out a gun? A knife? "What's wrong?" He asked, keys dangling from his finger tips.
I sighed, happy he want going to hurt me. Then again, why would he even want to?
"Oh, uh, nothing," he opened the mailbox he shared with Yvette, grumbling something I couldn't hear when he found that it was empty.
"How are you?" He asked, putting the keys back into his pocket and leaning against the wall.
"Pretty good. How about you, Yvette told me you were going on a trip with your friends over spring break?" His face darkened and he raced an eyebrow.
"When did she tell you that?" His voice sounded so threatening, to be honest, I was scared out of my mind.
"Uh, like, just a few seconds ago," I scratched the back of my head, "I don't know, she just grabbed the mail."
Oh shit
"Did she?" I nodded. "Well, yeah, we're going to Miami. Yvette is staying back, she's gonna be very busy though, so it's best not to bother her." I nodded, understanding that he meant back off.
"Cool, well, I have to go, bye." To say I ran was an understatement. I sped out of there as fast as my legs could carry me.
If he thinks I'm not gonna talk to Yvette over spring break, he's wrong.
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Lol guys
Shawn is such a baby in this yet a bad butt at the same time
Hope you liked this chappie
Xx - Mia
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Fanfic"Look into my eyes and tell me that he's not hurting you." "I-I have to go." ___ in which a boy tries to save the girl he loves from and abusive relationship.
