Shawn Mendes Imagines

Demons

Shawn Mendes Imagines

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he slapped me again and again.

if I was lucky enough, a kick to the shin was all I would get.

my husband told me exactly in his vows that he would never lay a finger unless I ask.

I never did.

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"Y/N! GET DOWN HERE!" he screams

I walk down as fast as I could thinking of scenarios that could happen.

"what are these?" he says picking up my razors. okay this wasn't a scenario.

"they're shaving razors.." I say trying not to look suspicious. (A/N : whut)

he walked toward me with them.

"baby girl these are not just "shaving razors" there was blood on them." he says coming closer.

"whoa whoa whoa. how come all of a sudden your being nice to me now that you know that I cut? yesterday you were kicking me, and slapping me? I hope you know I don't need your sympathy." I say I as I back up.

"look Y/N -" he says coming towards me for a hug.

"NO! I WAS LETTING THE ABUSE GO BECAUSE I ALWAYS THOUGHT PEOPLE HAD DEMONS WHEN THEY WERE ASLEEP AND WHEN THEY WERE AWAKE." I yell

"Y/N, please calm down.."

"NO! I WILL NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU ANYMORE! IM MY OWN PERSON, NOT SOME PUNCHING BAG!"

I packed my bags and left.

I left him crying on the driveway without any feeling felt.