(Warning strong language)
Y/n's POV:
Sitting in shawn's car, the nervous tension bubbling around, filling the small space, makes me want to scream.
But instead I just clutch his hand, memories of last night flooding my brain in painful flashbacks.
****flashback****
"God y/n you're being such a bitch," he slams his fist on the table, causing me to flinch at the sudden movement.
"W-what did I do?" I stutter, becoming nervous of what actions might take place. Just earlier we were sitting on the couch perfectly happy watching a movie. Or maybe it was that fake happy, either way no one got hurt.
"Do you ever learn?" He spat, face turning red from all the anger he holds towards me, anger that will never go away.
"I'm sorry," I say, picking up my untouched plate of food. Ever since this past month I never had much reason to eat. Especially because lately shawn has been telling me to watch my weight.
The clock is the loudest sound in the kitchen, he has ceased from eating and just stares at the wall, most likely trying to control himself.
But he doesn't have too, if he really wants to show me what he expects from me he can, I'm far too used to it by now to let it effect me.
I accidently dropped my fork and right then and there he loses his mind, but most importantly loses his patience if there was any.
"GOD DAMN IT," he screams, throwing his plate at the wall. I quickly drop to the floor picking up the fork, wanting to cry regretting ever even touching it.
He gets up, dragging me up from the floor by my shoulders, definetly leaving marks there tomorrow, and shoves me against the counter.
"Why do you have to be such a clumsy anorexic bitch? Do you know how many problems you cause?" He whispers in my ear, standing so intimidatingly close to me.
Fear chokes me up, not allowing me to answer but before I can do anything to make what I did up to him I feel this strong burning sensation in my cheek.
He slapped me, he slapped me really hard.
I whimper clutching my cheek and moving to the side so my back is no longer pinned to the counter by shawn.
"Don't touch me," i cry, the pain in my cheek not getting much better, and the throbbing in my heart making me feel as if it's going to explode.
"Excuse me?" He gets in my face, paralyzing me from the fear I have towards this man. This man I love.
Just before things got worse, like they usually do, the doorbell rings making him grab my hips and shoving me towards the stairs.
"Don't come down until he's gone," he mutters, fixing his fair and checking his appearance in the mirror, "and most definetly don't make any phone calls."
I run as fast as my legs can carry me up the stairs and straight to the guest bedroom, locking myself in.
Out of breath from the crying and exercise I grab the corded phone on the nightstand and dial Lauren, going against everything he said knowing that I'm going to regret this later.
"Lauren?" I cry into the phone as soon as the ringing stops, I didn't expect her to answer considering its almost midnight.
"Y/n? Y/n are you okay?" She sounds as if she's in a panic, extremely worried about me.
"Can I spend the night at your house?"I cry looking behind me to make sure he's not coming down the hall.
"O-of course," she stutters out of fear knowing exactly why, "I'm heading over right now."
And with that she hangs up the phone leaving me shaking in fear of what's to come...
****end of flashback****
My thoughts get interrupted by shawn's voice, "next time you go out you need to tell me in advance baby girl," he keeps his focus on the road, letting me off with a warning.
"She didn't see anything," i lie, brushing my finger lightly along my cheek making sure the concealer is still on. I had no control over her seeing my bruises on my shoulder.
"Keep it that way," and with that we turn in our driveway.
"I love you," he whispers while kissing my cheek, making me smile widely.
"I love you too shawn, always will."
________________________________________~these always make me sad but sorry I haven't been updating as much, school has me stressed out.
~Leah
