shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

he was a monster

shawn mendes imagines
imagine xxviii
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kim's pov

i woke up to a faint beeping noise, one that persisted over and over again. opening my eyes, through the fog, i seen i was in a hospital. i turned my head slightly and seen mom sitting in a small chair. despite my blurred vision, i could tell she was crying. my mind quickly started doing laps as i tried to figure out what landed me here.

"mom?" i croaked, my throat raspy and sore. her eyes lifted to mine immediately.

"honey, oh god, you're okay sweetheart," she mumbled, standing up and hugging me carefully.

when she hugged me, despite her caution, a pain shot through my back.

memories of an argument with boyfriend came flooding back to me, and i winced.

we got into a fight after he came home drunk from the bar, and as i turned to leave the kitchen, he launched a beer bottle in my direction. him storming out of the house and the pain of the bottle shattering against my back was all i remembered before i blacked out.

but when was that? how long have i been asleep for?

days?

weeks?

mom could sense my confusion, quickly filling me in, "the accident was only last night, sweetie. your neighbour called me, saying she heard lots of yelling and screaming when she was putting out the garbage. she called the police after she seen andrew leave and went over. you don't know how scared i was when she said she found you hurt."

"i-is he gone?" i croaked, "because i-i-"

"he's gone, this will never happen again," she assured, squeezing my hand hard, "he's going to pay the consequences for what he did."

"i'm sorry i never told y-you," i hiccuped, "about the things that he d-did to me."

"oh baby," she brushed a piece of hair off of my forehead, "don't be sorry, i understand how much pressure that you felt you were under." another tear slipped down her cheek, and i sunk my teeth so hard into my bottom lip i thought i was going to draw blood.

"where's dad?" i asked, licking my chapped lips.

"he's on his way here. he left work early and he already arranged a lawyer," mom said quietly, "he's furious."

"a-at me?" i asked nervously, my nervous state causing my heart to beat rapidly.

"no, he's not mad at you at all," mom said, squeezing my hand again, "he's so relieved you're okay. this isn't your fault, you aren't in the wrong."

i nodded slowly, laying my head back against the pillow and trying to ignore the stinging pain that was darting through the middle of my back.

"how long do i have to stay here for?" i asked, looking over at mom again.

"they figure that you can leave tomorrow, they just want to make sure that the stitches dont get infected," mom said.

i felt my pulse stutter to a halt. "stitches? i-i have stitches?" my hands started to tremble.

"the bottle cut you pretty bad, you have thirteen stitches," she said, a look of sadness displayed on her face.

i let out a shaky break, a sob slipping past my lips. mom quickly enveloped me in another hug, and i buried my face against her shoulder. she whispered reassuring words in my ear as she rubbed my shoulders soothingly, a failed attempt to calm me down.

questions of all sorts were racing around my head.

was i in trouble?

what if he came back?