𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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y/n's pov

I sat at the kitchen table, exhausted from lack of sleep. It was about two in the morning and my husband of five years, Shawn, still wasn't home.

Two weeks he's been coming home late, smelling like liquor and having blood shot eyes. He's also been avoiding me which I do not understand why he's doing it.

All I know is that it's killing me and hurting me even more to think about the worst possibilities. Maybe he's cheating on me or this is he way saying he doesn't want to be with me anymore.

Tears slowly brimmed my eyes at the thought of Shawn probably being out with another girl.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a car door shut and footsteps nearing the front door.

A part of me wished it was Shawn finally coming back and would apologize but another part of me hoped that it wasn't really him, and it was just my imagination.

Boy was I wrong.

Shawn walked inside, his hair messy, jaw clenched as well as his fists. At first his eyes were the normal hazel ones I fall in love with all the time but right now, they were clouded with an inky black color.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he stared at me with nothing but pure disgust. He's drunk.

This wasn't the Shawn I fell in love with. This is some drunk monster, who seemed like he didn't care about our love anymore.

"S-Shawn?" I stuttered, standing up.

He stared at me before walking slowly, yet dangerously toward me. I backed away with every step he made to come closer to me.

My back hit the wall and Shawn's body frame towered over my small, petite one. I became terrified as he brought his head beside my face, whispering lowly in my ear, "I know what you did. You are such a dirty little whore."

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. A burning sensation formed on my cheek and I gasped, gripping onto my cheek.

Shawn had actually hit me. Never in a million years would I have ever thought  Shawn would hit me. He broke our promise. That he would never ever hurt me. But I got myself stuck in this situation once again.

Where I open myself up to someone and just eventually get hurt by them. This is why I don't get too close. Because I end up getting broken by the people I love the most.

But Shawn hurting me? That's what killed me the most. This is definitely not the Shawn I know.

The Shawn I know would never ever think about hurting someone physically or mentally. But things change. People change. I just never thought Shawn would be one of those people.

When I looked up into Shawn's eyes, a terrifying smile was plastered on his face. He showed no remorse. No emotion.

I quickly tried to run away but he grabbed me and slammed my body up against the wall, causing the most unbearable pain to shoot throughout my body. 

I yelped in pain, using all my strength to push Shawn away from me. To stop him from doing anymore things that he would regret so much in the morning.

"Please, don't hurt me." I cried, as closed my eyes, ready to expect the worse.

"Well you hurt me. I'm just getting payback."

After I few moments of nothing happening, I opened my eyes and saw Shawn bringing his hand up to slap me but I jerked away and his hand hit the wall.

"Shawn! Please just stop. Listen to me. We can talk. Just please, don't do anything else you'll regret." I pleaded, trying to find that soft spot in him that only I can be able to hit.

At first his body relaxed and his eyes softened. But then it only seemed to make him even more angry.

With one more action, our lives changed. Our love changed as it was no longer there between us anymore. Everything then vanished from us.

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hello I'm alive and I have a long hour car ride so I'll maybe update again so yah

please request imagines if u want me to make u one

-maya