Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bullied

I groaned as I was shoved against the lockers. They would do this everyday. Take me to a place where no one would find us and beat me up. Usually, I just took the pain, obviously without mouthing back. That would just result in worse punishments.

But today, I was supposed to be meeting Shawn, my boyfriend and best friend, right after last period got out. Of course, the gang of jocks and pot heads that like to hurt me got to me instead. I hoped Shawn was looking for me. I had never told him about my bruises that I covered with makeup or the pain everywhere in my body, but right now, I wish he would be here, saving the day.

I clenched my jaw to refrain from crying out when my stomach was kicked over and over. I looked up for a split second and happened to see Shawn walking toward the door, right past the hidden lockers, with a disappointed look on his face. He probably thought I ditched him on purpose, when in reality, I would do anything to be with him. I started kicking the lockers behind me to make noise, in hopes that he would notice me. Just as I lost hope, when I thought he was never going to look back, he stopped and turned. I screamed, although it came out as muffles behind the hand of my bully. Shawn slowly started walking over, listening carefully to the noises to see where they were coming from. As soon as the gang notices, they dropped me and ran.

Finally, I called out for help, now sobbing into my hands. Shawn saw me and ran to take me in his arms. He just held me tight again his head and whispered "shhhh, Y/n. It's alright baby. I got you now. They'll never hurt you again". 

He knew I was in no shape to explain what had happened, but he didn't push it. He only held me like the amazing boyfriend he is.