Fix you; Wilkinson

Murder

Claire's POV

Shawn brought me to his home to clean me up when i realised something

"I don't have any clothes" i exclaim

"You could borrow one of my shirts, it would look like a dress on you" he smiled

I smiled back at him

"Im gonna go get ice for your horrible bruises" he walks off into the kitchen and pulls out ice and places it in a towel before coming back and placing them on my bruises

I winced once it made contact with my bruise and squeezed his arm

"My arm's red now." he laughed and pointed to the spot where i squeezed him

"Can i change?" i changed topic since my clothes was uncomfortable

"Sure. I'll be right back" he nods

He walks into his room while i wait patiently for 5 minutes then he finally walks out with a shirt in his hand

"Here." he hands me the shirt and i grab it and mouthed a 'thank you' before going to the bathroom to change

Once i finish changing i walked back to where Shawn was

When he saw me his jaw dropped

"You look absolutely stunning" he smiled

"Im only wearing a loose shirt, no make up, messy hair and covered with bruises" i say

"Still." he grins

"Thanks..." i sat next to him

"Wanna go somewhere tomorrow?" he asked as he grabbed my hands

My smile dropped.

Tomorrow is Eva's funeral...

My eyes started watering and a tear slipped

"Claire, what's wrong?" concern was written all over his face

"Nothing... Nothing." i quickly wipe away my tears

Im going there by myself

"C-can i rest in your r-room?" i hiccuped

"Yea, sure. I'll help." he stood up and helped me up

He led me to his room and i laid down on his bed. He walked up to me and tucked me in

"Have a good rest. Whenever you need me, just shout." he said sweetly

I smiled and nod

He kissed my forehead before turning the lights off and leaving the room

I slowly drifted off to sleep. It was all good 'til i had a nightmare

Nightmare~

"You loved Sammy?" Shawn yelled as he threw glass on the ground causing everything to break

"Y-yea.." i stutter

"You bitch!" his eyes flashed anger and hatred

"We broke up Shawn" i remind

"I know! But if i cant have you, then no one can" he grabbed a knife

"Shawn... Shawn what are you doing?" i slowly walk backwards

He just walked towards me without saying a word

My back was now on the wall and him in front of me with the knife on his hand ready to stab me

He raised the knife but before he could stab me, i woke up.

"SHAWN!!" I SCREAM

"CLAIRE? Claire whats wrong?" he rushed into the room

"Nightmare..... You..... Knife.... Murder..." i cry

His eyes softened and he engulfed me into a tight hug.

His arm rubbing my back, his chin resting on top of my head while i sobbed into his chest

"Shhhhh.... It's just a nightmare... Calm down and tell me everything...." he soothed

I nod and pulled away and explained everything to him quietly

"I would never do that." he gasped

I shrugged

"You dont trust me?" his voice became quiet

I stared at the ground and sighed

"I dont trust anyone anymore" i sigh

he nods

"Changing topic. How is your music career?" i smile

"It was amazing! I wrote lots of new songs and im hoping i could go on tour" his eyes sparkled. He must really love music

"Keep working and you'll do it!" i encouraged

"Thanks" he blushed causing me to pinch his cheek, making him blush more

The whole day we just talked about our lives until it was night