imagining | s.m.

another woman

"Shawn! What the fuck is this?!" I yell as I furiously point out the small, bruise-like marks trailing down his neck, my finger shaking from the anger that was overwhelming my body.

"Baby, calm down. It's just—."

I cut him off as I bring my hand down forcefully across his tensed face, stopping him mid-sentence.

The red, swelling mark that adorns his cheek afterwards fills me with satisfaction after finding out what he's done.

But the pain he just experienced will never measure up to the pain of knowing that the man you gave your life and complete love to was having a secret affair with another woman.

"It's just what, Shawn? Hickeys from another fucking woman?" I cross my arms against my chest and glare at him in utter disgust, "Am I not good enough for you?"

He glances down at the tiled floor and swallows nervously. He doesn't even bother cupping his cheek in attempt to ease the pain. Instead, he reaches out for my hand as if that would change anything between us now.

I quickly push him away and spit out, "Don't fucking touch me."

As I turn around to storm off, he grips my wrist with all of the strength he can manage as his eyes darken with rage.

"S-Shawn let go, it hurts," My voice shakes with fear at his sudden, rough actions.

"No." He scolds while further tightening his grip as I try to escape from his grasp.

"SHAWN! PLEASE STOP!" I begin to panic as he stands his ground, his fury building by the second.

I try pulling my arm away from him but my petite frame could never get his tall, muscular body to bulge.

After processing my suffering pleads, his eyes suddenly soften with regret as he quickly lets go of me, taking a couple steps back in the process.

"Shawn, w-what happened to you?" My voice breaks as try to contain my tears.
I then slowly take in the sight of my wrist, a prominent red throbbing emerging from my pale skin.

He looks down in shock at his hands, confused at what he had just done.

"I-I don't know why I just did that, Y/N. I'm so—."

"Just get the fuck out. First you cheat on me then you do this?!" I point to the fresh bruises coating my wrist, inflicted by his sudden act of violence.

"Y/N..." He takes a small step toward me, his bloodshot eyes glossing over.

"NO! I SAID GET OUT, SHAWN!" I press my back against the wall in attempt to stay as far away from him as possible.

He screws his eyes shut with pure regret, a tear running down his cheek.

He walks over to the entrance of the home and hastily slides on his worn, leather jacket.

Gently twisting the knob, he takes one final glance at me and mumbles, "Goodbye, Y/N."

And with that, I never saw him again.