afraid

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"I'm sorry! Okay? God damn, y/n, stop being fucking jealous!" Shawn shouted at me as we walked into our apartment, him slamming the door shut behind him causing me to flinch.

He stared at me, an unreadable look in his eye. He walked toward me which made me back up into the wall. His tall, muscular body towered over me, making me feel small and intimidated.

I gulped as I stared up into his eyes that had a dangerous look in them. His hands were resting on either side of me, trapping me between him and the beige wall behind me.

His chest was rising and falling repeatedly, his breathing heavy. I closed my eyes, afraid to look at him.

"I'm not jealous." I whispered, a tear slipping through my eye and falling down my cheek.

"Bullshit! Stop lying to me!" He roared, punching the wall beside my head, causing me to flinch. He backed away and threw a vase causing it to shatter and I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands.

"Shawn please stop." I whimpered, praying that he would stop. I watched him turn around and his face softened and filled with guilt as he rushed over to me, cradling me in his strong arms.

"Oh god baby, I'm so sorry." He whispered, rocking back and forth. I trembled in his hold as he tried calming me down, repeatedly whispering he's sorry and that it's all his fault.

"Did you think I was going to hit you?" He asked quietly, holding tightly onto me.

I nodded in his chest and I felt his body stiffen. Neither of us said a word. He stuffed his face into the crook of my neck, leaving firm kisses. "I'm so sorry. I would never hit you. Fucking christ I'm such a monster."

"Shawn stop. It's okay." I mumbled, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

I felt him shake his head. "No because you thought I was going to hit you and I would never ever do that and now you're afraid of me."

"Shawn I said it's okay. I love you, alright?" He kept his face in my neck and I felt him pick me up and walk up the stairs, into the bedroom we shared.

Tucking me into the bed, he climbed in beside me and pulled me to his chest, not letting me go. "I'm so sorry princess, I love you."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his arms.

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AUTHORS NOTE. hey my life is complete SHIT but whatevs. Hope y'all like dis

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