shawn mendes imagines

Imagine #15 | treat you better

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"Lets have a little funnn y/n!" My boyfriend slurs looking into my eyes.

My mascara was smeared as the rain poured down, pounding on us, and the other three guys here didn't give me the safest feeling.

I tried to hide the limp I had in my leg as I held  myself up on the front of the car.

The guy I so call my "boyfriend" put his arms around my waist and put his head into my soaking shirt, the type of moment that kept me with him.

What would he do without me?

"Take my hand, we'll be fine." Shawn's voice said in the back of my head.

I shook the memory of him off, trying to tell myself I was doing the right thing by staying with Dakota.

My tank top still soaked and my leg hurting like heck, I walked over to my car and sat down, putting the keys in the ignition.

Shawn's p.o.v.

The water trailed all the way through the crack of the door and to my toes, making me shiver.

I quickly opened the bathroom door and turned off the sink, propping myself up against it.

I stared at myself in the mirror, I let her down again.

I took off my shirt and thought about how much of a mess up I am, before realizing i needed to do something about her.

I took a deep breath and threw my shirt back on, grabbing my keys and slipping on my shoes, sprinting to my car.

Her p.o.v.

"Get back here you idiot!" He thundered.

I shuddered at him.

He gripped my hair making me wince and threw me into the bed, beating me.

I cried frantically, wincing and kicking.

"what did I do" came out of my mouth.

He stopped and looked in my eyes.

"You know I'm sorry baby. I'm only hurting you cause I care about you, so you'll stay here." His voice was dripping with fake sincerity.

I nodded my head unable to speak.

bang bang, bang bang

"Open up!"

bang bang, bang bang

The pounding on our door didn't stop.

Shawn? I thought.

Dakota looked at me then went over to the door.

"Get out, Shawn!" He shouted making me shudder.

"Let me in, right, now." Shawn's voice sounded deadly.

I ran over to the door and got through Dakota's grip, trying to open the door.

"Stay back you little jerk." Dakota said to me.

I winced at his tight grip and opened the door, trying my hardest.

I finally opened it and Shawn came running in, hugging me.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Dakota yelled.

"Stop touching her!" Shawn demanded.

Dakota let go of me.

"Leave. Right now." Dakota said.

Shawn threw the first punch making me cry even more.

Dakota's nose started to bleed as he bent over covering it with his hands.

Once he recovered he punched him back, getting Shawn right back in the jaw.

You could see a bruise forming on Shawn's face.

Dakota kept punching him, yelling things in his face like "worthless" or "jerk," or "idiot."

Shawn threw his head back in pain, collapsing onto the bed.

I couldn't keep my tears in, Shawn was hurt badly.

I sobbed as Dakota ran out of the room, probably going off to the bar with his friends.

I ran to Shawn and put my arms around him, my tears staining his shirt.

He slowly lifted his head and gave me a broken smile, making me wipe the blood off of his face.

"Shawn." I sobbed.

"I-it's o-ok y/n." His voice was very faint.

"You're not ok Shawn." I sobbed onto him.

"It will be ok." He sounded the weakest I'd ever heard him sound.

We lay there in each other's arms, me crying and Shawn in pain.

I whispered to Shawn, "I love you."