Shawn Mendes Imagines

97- Keep You Safe

**WARNING THIS IMAGE CONTAINS MATURE CONTEXT**

It was a dark, cold fall night and I was hastily walking home. The leaves underneath my boots caused a crunch and the street lights flickered repeatedly. There was nobody around besides the occasionally car which would fly past.

I tugged my long coat tighter to my body and buried my glove classes hands underneath my armpits. A single crunch of a leave alerted my attention and I quickly snapped my head behind me to reveal and empty path. Shivers moved down my spine and I picked up the speed.

The crunch of another leave caused me to turn back again and glare directly at a figure which was stood still glaring back at me. I panicked and tried to walk faster than I already was which was nearly impossible. I was constantly checking behind as the figure approached nearer and I got quicker.

A large hand grabbed ahold of my wrist and pulled me back. I let out a yelp and instantly began to fight back, recklessly waving my arms and legs around as he dragged me into the nearby bushes which were surrounding the abandoned buildings and pushed me forcefully against the wall.

I screamed endlessly until he shoved his hand against my mouth and began to unzip my coat. He pulled at my top causing it to rip and tugged at my jeans. He slipped his hand down to my entrance and I screamed and started to fight again.

Minutes of fighting back felt like hours.

It was hopeless. He was strong and I was weak. He was tall and I was small. He was dominant and I was not.

I mustered up the courage and brought my knee to his crochet. He fell helplessly to the floor and I instantly ran away grasping for as much breathe as possible. I ran. I ran as fast as I could to get away from the horror I had just experienced. Tears stained my cheeks and blurred my vision.

I ran into a large chest who tried to grab ahold of me but I continued to run.

"Wait!" They called. I heard footsteps behind me similar to the ones before. I tried to pick up the pace but stopped as a body stood in my way and placed their hands on my shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asked as he pulled me into him. I pushed him away but he pulled me back and cooed me. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His soothing words were enough for me to collapse into his hold as he stroked my hair and whispered to me.

"What happened?"

"A-a, uh, a-a man. He, ur, grabbed me and he t-t-touched me!" I sobbed. He gasped and held me closer to him.

"It's okay. I've got you" he wrapped his arms tighter and rocked slowly back and forth. "I'll keep you safe."

Sex without consent it RAPE!
Rape is not right!
Nobody asks for it therefore nobody is to blame but the rapist!

It's not down to wearing provocative clothing or to acting in a certain manner so people need to stop blaming the victim based on half a story. You do not know what happened therefore it is not up to you to make the decision.