Shawn Mendes Song Imagines.

Bad Reputation

*I just wanna say, possible trigger warning. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

She fiddled with her cell phone, wondering if she should call her best friend of over ten years. She lay in her bed, feeling dirtier than she had, even after her shower. She could still feel the man's dirty hands on her, not caring one bit as to how rough he was with her. She didn't want it; her father forced her to do it for the money.

She got a bad reputation,

She takes the long way home.

All of my friends seen her naked,

Or so so the story goes.

Mistakes, we all make them,

But they won't let it go, no.

Cause she's got a bad reputation

But I know what they don't.

She opened the 'phone' app on her smartphone and hovered just above the numbers. She wasn't sure if she should tell him. She had told him once about what she was forced to do and pledged never to do it again, though only to herself.

It had happened on a daily basis, and if she had told him every time that this had happened, he'd never let him go home.

Screw it, she thought, dialing.

And I don't care what they say about you, baby,

They don't know what you've been through.

Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady,

Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you.

His phone rang, startling him awake. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his phone. Incoming call: Darling. He furrowed his eyebrows and pressed the green button.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "It's late? Are you okay? Do you need help?" He hesitated, "Was it your dad again?

She, on the other end, got up and our of her bed. "Yeah. It was. Can you come over? Take me away? I'm..." she hesitated again, "I'm afraid to stay here. Overnight." It was true. Whenever this would happen, she'd always be hesitant to stay home overnight.

He nodded, remembering that she couldn't see him. "Of course," he whispered.

"Thank you," she whispered before hanging up. She grabbed her underwear and tugged them on, but went to her closet. She stared down at her tin, her hands itching to feel the contents inside of it.

She got a bad reputation,

Nobody gets too close.

The sight of a soul when it's breaking,

Making my heart grow cold.

And into the deeper, she's sinking,

I'm begging her, please, don't let go!

She's got a bad reputation,

But she's all that, all I want now.

Her arms sore, but her body dressed in her best friend's black hoodie and her own pair of comfortable jeans, she walked downstairs. She had also packed a small bag, containing only her essentials. She took some money from her father's wallet (not that he would notice) before going on her porch.

He had shoved on a shirt and left for her house ten seconds after she hung up. Even though she was barely ten minutes away, he knew that he had to get there quickly.