Shawn Mendes Imagines

Street Lights (1)

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She walked down the sidewalk, counting the tiles to get her mind off all of the crazy thoughts running through her brain.
She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't see anything. But she could feel something. A presence. Someone was there. She knew it. She tugged gently on her hoodie, gathering as much heat that would generate from the friction of the fabric and her cool skin. Her lower lip trembled as she exhaled shakily. In fall, the days were normally warmer in the sun. But Y/N forgot it was cold at night. Y/N didn't know she would be out this late though. The dinner ended at 8 pm. Well before the sun was supposed to fully set. But one thing led to another. And now she was walking by herself with tears prickling at her eyes like cactus.

"Y/N relax," He slurred.

"Stop Nash," She pushed his hand away from her knee. She felt like she was suffocating. Sweat gathered at her hair line. The room was getting hotter and getting more intense by the second.

"Babe. The dinner is done. They are all outside. We can make it quick," He insisted.

"No I don't want to do anything with you!" Y/N spat at him. She stood. Nash spun her around and pulled her into his chest. She cringed and shoved him away at the smell of weed. "Get a taxi you are high!" She exclaimed. She went to walk out when he grabbed her again.

"Don't tell me what to do," He whispered viciously. The wicked desire in his dreaded voice.

"Don't grab me again," She fired back. He didn't let go. He slapped her. She trashed her arms away but that only made her weaker against his manly grasp. The weaker her movements got, the weaker her mind did. He had control over everything. Her head, her physical body, her pride. All in his dirty hands. Somehow, she swiped away and manged to kick him. He stumbled back. And she darted to the door of the house. Not even going to try to say goodbye to the friends she ate dinner with just a little while ago, she sprinted out of the beautiful house. She ran to her car and started it. She could see an angry Nash in her mirror as she drove away.

Now she was walking. Her car ran out of gas. She had no one to call. Now she was just trying to walk home. She just grabbed all of her belongings and threw them into her purse before she ditched the car. Then she started down the sidewalk in search of an alive house. Feeling as if she was on a endless sidewalk. Feeling as if the night would never end. She thought about maybe just sleeping on one of the benches. But then she remembered that was the most stupid idea ever. Sleeping on a bench where any man could just swoop her up in her daze and take her away forever. But at the point she was in, maybe that wasn't the most stupid idea ever. She was going crazy. Her gaze darting everywhere. Waiting for someone to pop up and steal her purse (though it had no value inside). At this point she wanted anything. To get home. Kidnapped. Find a lottery ticket. Get hit by a car swerving. The anxiety of waiting for something to happen biting at her insides. She glanced at the houses she was walking by. Most houses were out cold, hardly any source of life. Except for some trees next to one of the houses. She glanced. Hesitating as she walked so she could send another look towards the shadow. There was no wind. It was cool. But not windy. She gulped and kept walking. Her breathing turning more into a forced exhale and inhale. Staying as quiet as possible. She kept thinking she was insane. High maybe. Nash might have put some in her dinner. She had a glass of wine. Maybe she was a easy drunk. Then she could have sworn she heard some steps. She stopped and swung her purse around. But there was nothing behind her. Only a swish with the air as she swung her purse around. She gasped. Her blood pumping fast. She looked around.

He was right there.

As I drove away I could hear him.

"You can't get away from me!" He bellowed into the street. I bit my lip and drove a little faster to the stop sign.

She didn't at the second know what her feelings were. But she ran for her life. Darting her eyes at the houses, she saw one with some lights on. She ran for her life. Hearing footsteps. Seeing shadows. Feeling a million feelings now. Fear. Adrenaline. She ran up the steps and banged on the door. The last pinch of hope she had that she wouldn't have to turn around.

"Y/N!" She heard in the distance.

"Help!" Y/N yelped.

The door opened.

A/N

Hi. So I have been a little distant. I will hopefully get more imagines out faster but I mean I don't rush imagines for time pruposes (some might have but not many) I try to put as much thought into my writing as possible. I also have had I guess you could say a rough time with a eventful week or so. But I am back and thank you all so much 50k reads like what the heck!