Shawn Mendes Imagines

Savior (Part Three)

Your POV

I sucked in a big breath as I woke. I looked up at a ceiling. I bursted up. Pain struck me and I let out a yelp. I laid back down. I looked around. Where am I? I glanced over and a man stood. My eyes widened more than before.

"Hey hey hey its okay you are safe with me," He cooed. I looked at him. And my heart beat slowed slightly. I went to talk but my jaw stung. "Here do you want water?" He asked. I shook my head slightly. Then all the memories came back. He must have saved me. I started to freak out once I realized Jack must be coming after me! I started to breathe harder. It hurt to breath though. My head hurt and my legs. My arms and my shoulders. Everything ultimately hurt. I am surprised I'm not dead. "Here how about you write your name for me okay?" "If it hurts too much you don't have to," I nodded and shakily grabbed the pen and wrote my name sloppily. Pain shot up my arm and I winced. He grabbed the paper. "That's a pretty name Y/N."

I smiled lightly.

"Do you want pain medication? Should I take you to the hospital?"

I nodded to the pain medication and shook my head to the hospital. Jack's best friend is a receptionist there. He for sure is telling him to look for me there so he can find me. I took the pain medicine. And gulped.

"Do-dont let me go back," I whispered as tears came up in my eyes.

"Has he done this to you before?" He asked, hoping I would say no. I hesitated. Why am I talking to this guy? I don't know him I can't trust him. But then again he potentially saved my life.. I nodded. And held up 4 fingers. "Four months!" He said loudly. I flinched and he quieted. "Sorry," I bit my lip. "I will call the police," He said. I shook my head. He would find me. But what if this guy could protect me. "Here I think that paid medicine should start to kick in so let's get you a bath okay?" I nodded.

"W-whats your name?" I asked though my throat burned when I talked.

"Shawn,"

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I stood in front of the mirror (leaning onto the sink for support).

I used to be a happy kid.

I had a smile on my face all the time and I looked like a healthy girl.

Now I stood in front of the mirror. Bruises and scars (old and new) filled my skin. Even my face. Where I had my whole right side scabbed up. There were bags under my eyes. I felt hot tears start to roll down my cheeks. Look at me now. I messed up my life. It was all my fault I should've never let him date me. This is what happens! A knock on the door disturbed my thoughts.

"Hey Y/N. I got a shirt and some sweats for you. Can I come in?" I quickly wrapped the towel around me and mumbled a yes. He opened the door quickly. He placed the clothes on the sink and hurried to leave. But he still looked at me. Not like I was weird like Jack did. But like I was pretty. I still got self conscious though, covering myself more. I slowly got into his sweats and Pink Floyd tee. It was so hard. My ribs hurt very bad. I probably bruised one or a few. Every move I made was slow, careful not to injure myself more. I wabbled over to the door. I opened it and went to walk down the hall.

When I fell.

I yelped as I collided with the hard floor. Then I heard Shawn.

"Y/N?" He asked and walked into the hall. He saw me on the floor and sighed. "Here I can help," He chuckled lightly. He had a handsome smile I have to say. He walked over. "Its going to hurt for a second. Just squeeze my hand okay?" He asked. I nodded. He leaned down and swooped his arms under my knees and my neck. I grabbed his hand instantly. Pain stung everywhere and I closed my eyes. He lifted slowly. Thankfully the pain subsided the the due throbbing it has been. I let go of his hand and looked up at him as he carried me to the couch.

"Thank you," I muttered.

"It's my pleasure. I'm taking you to the hospital but I figured you would want to eat before so I became a chef and made pancakes," He smiled proudly.

"I'm allergic," I whispered. His eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry Y/N I can make something else-" I laughed lightly. But it stopped when the pain halted me.

"I'm-im kidding," I smiled slightly. He laughed.

"Okay now eat and let's go," He said. He then kissed my cheek and went to then kitchen. My cheek brightened to a crimson red. Maybe this was meant to be.

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Epilogue Thingy

Jack ended up going to prison for multiple charges. I ended up having to be wheelchaired for a while and then churches since I broke my ankle and my right knee. I broke a rib also in the process but my now boyfriend Shawn helped me recover. Standing in court and having the judge rule Jack's sentence made me feel powerful. I ended up writing a book about abuse and rape and it became pretty famous I must say. I even get stopped out in the store and stuffed and asked about my book. The permanent scars (some on my face) made people stare at me, but Shawn usually growled them away and wrapped his arm around me tighter. He also did it when any guy would even look at me (it is hilarious). I am really happy with my life and what has happened. Though the stage of my life still gives me nightmares and makes me more alert, I wouldn't have it any other way. Because I would've never met Shawn. And he is my light. He is my heart. He is my power. He is my savior.

A/N

I am happy about this imagine tbh :) tomorrow is the last day of 2015. Gosh this is weird.