Shawn Mendes Imagines

abuse

Shawn went out again tonight. Last night, he didn't come home. He came home the next morning as if he never was gone. I didn't ask questions. I didn't want to cause a fight. It seems almost everything I do or everything I say sparks a fight. Even when I don't talk, he finds something to argue about.

I heard the fumbling of keys at the door, quickly replaced with the sound of Shawn's feet in the doorway.

"Heeeeyy, bitchhh." He slurred with a smile.
"Shawn, are you drunk?" I asked, carefully.
"Mind your own fucking business." He scoffed while trying to take off his shoes. He thimbles with the laces, getting frustrated that he couldn't get them untied.

"Would you like some help, baby?" I came over to him.
"Who the fuck are you calling a baby?" He yelled.
"What? No. I called you baby as in like pet name baby, not as an insult." I stuttered, knowing this was going to be the start of the argument tonight.
"Whatever, whore. You're always lying about everything." He scoffed.
"Okay, Shawn." I mumbled under my breath, not wanting to get into it tonight.
"What was that?"
"I just said okay." I replied, irradiated.
He approached me, looked dead into my eyes,
"Lose the 'tude." He coldly said.
"Okay." I nodded before turning to walk away. Shawn grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving. He clenched his hand around my arm. "Shawn, you're hurting me." I muttered.
"Oh am I?" He asked. "Sucks." He chuckled. He looked me in the eyes and before I knew it, his hand collided with my face. I fell to the ground.

He's never acted like this. Sure, he drinks and gets a little angry and yells. But he's never laid a finger on me in a hurtful way. I was shocked and surprised this was happening to me. You hear about it but you never expect it to happen to you.

I looked in his eyes from the spot I was in on the ground. This wasn't him. He was a monster. A cold, dark hearted, monster. I let a tear slip before picking myself up off the floor. I calmly walked myself to the room and locked the door. I knew what I had to do.

Shawn kept coming to the door, banging on it screaming at me to let him in, until he finally decided to go to sleep.

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"Honey, is everything okay in there?" Shawn knocked softly on the door. I opened it to reveal a confused look on his face. "Why did we sleep in different places last night? Did something happen?"

"Shawn, do you really not remember?" I asked, absolutely shocked.

"Not at all. Why? What happened? Did I yell again?"

I walked out of the room, pulling my suitcase behind me. He looked down at it, confusion and heartbreak filled his eyes. This was him. This was Shawn.

"Let's just say, you did more than yell. I'm leaving, Shawn." I said, coldly, fighting back the tears.

"What did I do? Please tell me?" He frantically said, taking in what was going on.

"You hit me."

Tears began to spill from his eyes. "Oh my god." He sat down in disbelief. "No, I would never. I promised you I would never do that."

"You did. But promises break."

"No, no I didn't hit you, I would've remembered." He replied, shocked, trying to remember.

I pointed to my cheek where he hit me. There was a hand print.

"Holy shit." He threw his hand to his mouth. "I'm a monster."

"Y/n, I'm so so sorry. Please forgive me! I'll never do it again, I promise. I didn't mean to!" He pleaded.

"Goodbye, Shawn." I held my head high, not letting tears fall as I walked out the door, leaving him and this part of my life behind.

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Authors note:
Okay so I read a lot of these types of imagines where the girl immediately forgives the guy for hitting her. I thought a story focusing on getting out of that situation would be better. The message here is If he hits you once, he will defiantly do it again. Get out while you can. Thanks for reading!! ❤❤❤