Recap:
I sit back on the stairs and put my hands in my hair pulling the strands slightly in frustration, I just know one thing right now.
I have to talk to Shawn.
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"Chapter 33."
I don't know what I'm doing here... I don't even know if i should be here. But i am here and i know i need to do this.
I take a deep breath and stare at The big wooden door of Shawn's house , yeah he hasn't been returning my calls so i had to ask Stefan for his address, he wasn't really okay with me coming here either apparently they all know about how his stepmother is a bitch but well i had to come.
He's gotten it all wrong and i have to clarify it , I don't care about anything else but him and how he feels right now.
I got mad at him earlier for not even listening to me but then i put myself in his place and I would've done exactly the same if i found him in a bed with my best friend only the thought makes me cringe and disgusted so how would i feel if it really happened?
I sigh again and take two steps forward to ring the bell , i wait for few seconds until a woman with blonde hair looking at her mid thirties opens the door , she's wearing a maid's clothes and there's somehow a hardness in her features.
'Hello, This is Shawn Corrigan's house right?' I smile politely.
'And you're?' She says firmly.
'I-i...' I don't know what i am to him right now. 'I'm his friend.' I sigh.
'And?' She raises an eyebrow.
Why so freaking rude?
'I want to see him.' I cross my arms in front of my chest.
'Mr. Corrigan has already informed us not to take any visitors in , sorry young lady.' She tries to close the door but i quickly put my foot against it , preventing her from closing it.
'I'm not going anywhere until i see him.' I say with a serious tone. Hoping that she'll let me go in now.
'Then stay here as long as you like but you're not getting in.' She says.
Well I don't have time for her bullshit so i do the only rational thing i can think of at that time.
'Shawn!! Shawnn!!' I start screaming his name as loud as i can.
The woman keeps on telling me to shut up but I completely ignore her, I'm not going anywhere without seeing him.
I keep on screaming until he appears behind the woman wearing a gray sweater and a gray sweatpants.
'Shawn.' I whisper breathlessly.
He doesn't say anything instead he grabs my hand and pulls me away from the door , hurting my wrists slightly.
'You're hurting me.' I tell him.
He lets go of me And i rub my wrist.
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