In high school Mason Lawley(yes kian lawley's "little sister") was bullied by Shawn Mendes Internet sensation. When they graduate they never see each other till Mason is invited to join MagCon but she doesn't know Shawn is there. What will happen w...
Mason's POV I sat staring at the door I looked up to the clock in my living room it read "2:24". Shawn was still not home from the 'studio'. My phone buzzed beside me "Shawn Mendes just posted a photo" I click on the notification and saw some girl all over shawn.
I heard the lock on the door click and Shawn walked in slowly closing the door and quietly kick his shoes off. He started to walk to the stairs "Where were you" I said starling him " I was out with the boys" he replied "bullshit I saw that photo" I screamed suddenly getting angrier. "WHAT IT'S NOT LIKE YOU ARE ALWAYS OVER MATT WHEN HE IS OVER" he yelled back "I'm never EVER OVER ANYONE" I screamed throwing a vase at him, hitting him in the chest. "STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME" He threw a picture of us on our wedding day at he hitting he in the head. I let out a high pitched scream when it hit me. I picked up my coffee mug throwing it at him as it shattered and coffee when all over him. I ran to get a rag for my forehead from the kitchen. "WHY ARE YOU A FUCKING BITCH I WISH I NEVER MARRIED YOU" He screamed in my face. "DON'T YOU EVER GET IN MY FACE LIKE THAT AGAIN" I screamed running up the stairs to our bedroom locking the door. I heard his footsteps up the stairs.
This is this is one of the worst fights we have ever had. I was pulled away from my thought when he started banging on the door. I was terrified memories came rushing in of when he hit me and used me as a punching bag in high school. I didn't realise the tears running down my face and that the banging g had stopped. I slid down the wall in the corner of our room sobbing. I just couldn't stop crying. I went to the bathroom and looked through my make-up kit at the very bottom was my old friend. I pulled out the blade and twirled it around in my fingers. I started to make cuts across my arms. One for shawn, one for being the worst wife ever. Over and over again. I fell asleep with tears running down my face and blood coming out of of my wrist. - - I woke up on the cold bathroom floor the memories of the previous night came flooding into my head. I stood you and clean up my arms. I looming in the mirror and nearly screamed. My make up was everywhere and I had a gash in my forehead from when the picture frame hit me. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the bathroom quickie throwing on a hoodie and sweats grabbing a rag to hold on my forehead then grabbing my keys and rushing out the door before shawn could catch me. I drove the the ER. I walkover in and the nurse quickly got me into a room.
As the doctor finished stitching up my gash he asked "what exactly happened" "well me and my husband were putting up a shelf and it fell and hit me on the head" I replied. I thanked him and walked out to the car. Once I got in I just started to cry and cry. I sat in the parking lot for hours just crying.
When I turned on my phone I got many notifications. 30 missed calls from Hubby 💖💖, 10 unread messages from Hubby💖💖. I drove home taking the long way just thinking.
I opened the door only to be bombed with questions "Where were you" I ignored him and kept walking. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed he broom and dustpan keeping my head down I started to sweep up the broken glass from last night. I picked up the picture to see the glass broken and blood on the edge from where it hit me. I set it on the coffee table. I walked to the kitchen and threw the glass away. I grabbed the pitcure and walked upstairs with it. Instead of walking to our room I went to the guest room on the other side of the house. I locked the door and leaned against it and looked at the picture.
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I heard sniffling from the other side of the door I just sat there never moving my eyes off the picture of the happiest day of my life.
I walked to the balcony that over looked to back yard. I opened to doors and let the autumn breeze in I sat with my back against the house. I looked into the woods behind our house. All the trees were changing color. I was my favorite thing ever. I saw shawn walk outside with his guitar. That is one thing in common we both love autumn.
He started to strum his guitar. He played for over an hour. I heard no sounds just his guitar. He walked inside. I heard him walk up the stairs and heard the bedroom door close.
