Punish me, Mr mendes

Oh fuck.... (6)

I got to the the living room and all I could smell was the alcohol, as I heard Shawn's footsteps trail behind me.

There sitting on my couch was the devil himself... Levi. He looked like shit, his browns hair a greasy mess as well as his bloodshot eyes and dirty face... how long has it been since he bathed?

He was the first to brake the silence.

"sweetheart, please...please ta-take me ba...ck" at this point my blood was boiling, Shawn was standing behind me not knowing what to do... he seemed confused and concerned; he didn't need to be here for this.

"Don't fucking call me that, and what gives you the right to come waltzing in here, completely shitfaced, and expecting me to take you back?... seriously Levi, you ruined my life... dragged me from Australia, to this shithole; made me leave all my money and friends... for what, for you to be an abusive asshole?"

At this point I was crying the tears were burning my eyes and sliding down my cheeks, I could feel Shawn tense behind me as I finished my rant and Levi just said there gobsmacked, I could see the anger growing in his eyes, before I knew it a beer bottle was thrown and it smashed into the wall next to my head; I flinched as the remains of the bottle fell to the floor. Levi was standing over me as I was shaking and crying, Shawn watching the whole scene unfold.

"Listen bitch, I provided everything for you, a house a loving boyfriend and this is how you repay me"

This lying cunt... Shawn's chest was against my back. Levi's eyes left mine and trailed up to Shawn.
"Oh... I get it, you found someone else, is that it-" directing his attention at Shawn before continuing "- She fucked you yet?, normally what sluts do right¿, she was always a good fuck especially when she was unconscious; it's the only time the whore closed her mouth" and with that Shawn's fist flew over my head into Levi's jaw, setting him back. I didn't want Shawn getting hurt- this was my mess, so mine to fix.

"Shawn, go"

"What!?, no I'm not leaving you here Jordan!"

"Please, this is my mess, thank you again Mr Mendes for the ride home, I'll see you tomorrow"
He looked so hesitant and worried, our eyes locked until we were interrupted by the groans coming from Levi. Mr Mendes turned and left. I looked to see Levi stumbling to his feet, shit.
He had blood trailing from his nose, down to his lips, he wiped it away with the back of his hands , snickering

and stumbling towards me. Backing away until my back hit the wall, I was fucking scared, I knew what Levi was capable of. His footsteps getting closer, the sound of the beer bottle crunching under his feet, made me feel so uneasy. That evil smile spreading across his face, he dragged me out of my thoughts when his hand closed around my throat, his grip got tighter and tighter;
"You know Jordan, I loved you, I fought for you, I need you. But your a slut who didn't see how hard I worked for you. I only hit you cause you never listened, I own you, I control you, don't you see; do you really think he could love you like I do?"
I was nearly blacking out from loss of air, before I could muster up the strength to reply; his fist collided with my face, finishing the job- I was out cold-.

9 hours later
Shawn's pov
It felt wrong leaving Jordan , it didn't feel right to leave her, with that- that animal. God I'm such an idiot!.

I sat one the edge of my bed, it was now one in the morning, I couldn't sleep, I just felt so bad... fuck it.

I got up chucked on a pair of jeans and a leather jacket; grabbed my keys and got in the car, I had to make sure she was alright. After about 10 minutes I killed the engine in Jordan's drive way, Levi's car was no where to be seen; the front door was wide open... this isn't good.

I made my way up the steps and into the house, the smell of alcohol nearly knocking me out, it was quite a nice house, especially one for a teenagers; besides all the broken bottles and a flipped chair the house was surprisingly clean.

I looked around and there was no sign of Jordan anywhere in the downstairs, I turned around scanning the living room, the thing that caught my eye was blood on the fragment of glass from the beer bottle he threw. Fuck somethings wrong.. she's hurt.

My brain was working overtime thinking of all the scenarios that she could be in. This is my fault I shouldn't have left, I should have beaten the shit out of him when I had the chance. But why do I feel so protective of her? I have only known her a day... she is my student; no Shawn , anyone would feel like this, that's humanity. Shawn shut up and find her.

I walked through the house, opening multiple doors with no luck, god this place is massive. I got to another stair case, that's when I started noticing blood smeared up the hard beige floor, I started running, as I got to the top I was greeted by three doors,

"Jordan!"

Nothing

"Jordan, its Shawn!, where are you !"

Still nothing, I burst through the first door, and stopped in the door frame, shit Jordan. She was unconscious, bloody,bruised and naked, thrown on the bed; it doesn't take a genius to know what happened here.

There was blood smeared all between her legs and dark purple finger prints around her neck. When I first walked in here, I thought the worst until I saw her bare chest rise and fall. I quickly rushed to her side, trying to wake her, she started shifting and groaning.

"Please Levi, stop this pl- ease" she whispered in pain as her body shook into a sob, it broke me to see this, in a way, when she was like this she still looked beautiful.
"Jordan, hey shh.. it's OK, it's me Shawn, Levi's gone"
"Shawn?" Her eyebrows furrowed together as she sat there hugging herself as she yelped in pain, I felt so bad.

In that moment I wanted to kill Levi.