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imagine xvii
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paris' pov

i came through the door, finally home from my birthday dinner with my friends. shawn insisted that i go out with my girls and he stay home, since we spent all day together with family. i slipped off my heels and put them to the side, entering the living room and seeing shawn sitting on the couch.

"hey babe," i sat beside him, smiling. even though going out with friends was fun on occasion, i refrained from drinking and always looked forwards to coming home and getting cozy.

"hey," he replied bluntly, not lifting his gaze from his phone.

instantly, i knew something was wrong.

"is everything okay?" i asked, shifting my gaze from his eyes, to his phone, and back up again.

"how was your night?" shawn dodged my question, his voice coated with anger as he spit the words at me, "tell me all about it."

"uh, it was good. why?" i replied, confused as to why he was acting like this.

"how the hell do you explain this?" he asked, clicking the screen of his phone a few times before shoving it in my face.

as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of his screen, i seen a picture of jonas and i, my ex boyfriend, kissing. it was taken a long time ago when we were still together, but someone must have stalked my twitter and found the picture.

"how the hell do you explain that, paris?!" he questioned, standing up so his figure was towering over mine.

"s-shawn," i became nervous, "this was three years ago, with my ex. somebody must've found and posted it-" i stood up, pushing shawn away from me a few steps.

"bullshit, stop lying," shawn spat, "just tell me straight out, are you cheating?"

i winced.

"i'm telling the truth, love," i felt a tear roll down my cheek, "i don't know how you could even ask me something like that after two years of being together! it's clear you trust me an awful lot!"

i felt a stinging pain in my cheek and i stumbled backwards against the couch, clutching my hand to my cheek.

he hit me.

he never hit me.

ever.

i took my hand away, feeling the stinging sensation subside. a guilty look overcame his once angry face, his hands now shaking by his sides. being cautious, i stepped around him; my arms out to prevent him from coming closer to me.

"paris, i-i-" he stuttered, tears in his eyes.

i was quick in cutting him off.

"save it, we're done," i turned on my heel and ran to our room, slamming the door behind me. i switched the lock, allowing tears that i didn't even know were there to spill down my cheeks.

i grabbed a bag and put in everything that i would need for a while. i could hear shawn's cries on the other side of the door, and i fought off a feeling of guilt that formed in the pit of my stomach. i swung my duffel bag over my shoulder, fighting off the unwanted emotion.

i can't feel bad for him.

i opened the door and his bloodshot eyes met mine, but i shoved past him, trying to avoid his gaze. i felt his hand clamp around my arm, causing me to shriek. 

"baby please, i-i'm so sorry," shawn said, his muscles tense as tears slipped down his face.

i tore myself from his grip, pulling on my shoes again.

"baby-"

"stop shawn," i cried, "i can't believe you would do this, i thought you loved me. for the record, i didn't cheat on you. i never would."

"i k-know, i-i'm such an ass. give me another chance paris. i swear i-i wont m-mess up," shawn begged, "i know what i-i did was wrong, i-i won't do it again."

"no," i snap, "just leave me alone, shawn. don't try and call me, text me, or reach out to me. if you haven't caught on, we're done."

i opened the door and hurried outside into the pouring rain, rushing to my car and getting inside. i slammed the door shut behind me and put my bag on the passenger seat. i pulled out my phone and called one of my friends that i went out with, julia.

she answered on the third ring, "what's up, girl?"

i let sobs overcome me, "c-can i stay with you for a while?"

"paris, what the hell is wrong? where are you?" she questioned, her words laced with panic, "why are you crying?"

"shawn accused me of cheating on him, then h-hit me," i hiccuped, "i-i need somewhere to stay."

"come over right now, i'll be waiting for you," she said, her words urgent again. 

"i'll be there in ten minutes," i whispered, my whole body shaking, "thank you."

"of course," she said, "hurry up, okay? i'm going to kill him. are you in your car?"

"yes," i said, "see you soon." i hung up, tossing my phone on top of my bag and starting the car.

despite living here with shawn for almost three years, the place that i was driving away from has never felt less like home. 

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