Trapped

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SHAWNS POV.

Me and Mat have visited four different places today. They were all nice but didn't really... feel right, they didn't feel like a place Ella would love. I was supposed to be recording today, but I have fuck all to record, except old songs that the guys up top said weren't good enough.

It's not as awkward being with Mat as I thought it would be, I mean we're not laughing and making jokes but I can talk to him... he's nice. It's just weird knowing he's my father, and I don't have any time away from him to figure things out or think things through. I know I need to talk to my mom, I don't want to but I will, I will for Ella.

"This one is nice." Mat says.

It's a penthouse apartment, it has an old time feel to it, with dark oak wooded flooring. As soon as you walk in it's one massive room, the sofa and TV are in the centre of the room along with a few small tables and a coffee table, to the left is a kitchen, fully equip with a small dining table beside the island. To the right is a small desk area for work, and a massive bay window surrounds the area. and towards the kitchen is a hallway, leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. above the living space is a stair case that leads to a balcony type thing filled with book shelves. Ella could fill all these shelves with her books. She would love it.

"I want it." I tell Mat. He digs through his pockets to grab his wallet and hands me a card.

"This is your credit card, the company pays for everything. But you have a minimum of fifteen thousand dollars for the next five months before your album." He tells me.

fifteen fucking thousand dollars? I'm in shock, he speaks of it as if it's such little money...

"And the apartment?" I ask him. I know this place is more than fifteen thousand damn dollars for one, there isn't a way in hell im paying for this.

"I'll write a cheque." Mat writes out a cheque and gives it to the realtor. She smiles and shakes both of our hands.

"Welcome to your new home." She smiles before leave. This shit is all mine, and Ella's....

"It comes with most of this furniture, anything you want to change most likely won't be covered by the loan from the record label, but i'll pay for it out of my own pocket... if you'll accept." He waits for my reply.

"We'll see if Ella likes it first." I don't want to accept his money, but i'm not too proud to after everything i've been through, everything i've been through with him. "Now help me cover this balcony, so I can reveal it for Ella." I tell him and he calls someone to bring us a tarp as I make this place perfect for Ella.

ELLAS POV.

All i've been doing is sitting at home, looking for jobs, or anything to do.

My dad still won't speak to me, my mom never does and that's not changed. I see Vic often, she's looking for her own apartment, dad swears she can come home but she doesn't want to live with mom, I don't fucking blame her.

"Hello?" I answer my phone, I know it's Shawn from the caller ID. I haven't heard his voice in days.

"Hey, I missed your voice." He says and I instantly smile.

"It's only been a few days." I remind him.

"Whatever." He giggles. "Anyway, I have a birthday surprise for you, I wanted to come to Canada but I need you to come here?" He asks as a question, as if he thinks I'll decline. If only he knew I was doing fuck all and how open my schedule is.

"Yeah, that's totally fine, give me a date and I'll book a flight." I tell him, still applying for jobs on my laptop.

"The day of your birthday. I want to spent the day with you, come the day before that." He tells me. I think about it for a while, would my dad want to be with me on my birthday? Would my mom? Aaron wouldn't, maybe Leila would, maybe Vic would, but is it worth being here just for two people to maybe spend the day with me? I'd rather be with Shawn on that day.

"Alright." I smile, he's the only good thing in my life right now and he's so far away.

"Okay, I really have to go, but I can't wait to see you. I love you so much." He tells me.

"I love you too." I say and hang up.

I wish I could just move to LA and be with him... I mean 80% of my family aren't speaking to me. The only person that is, is looking to move somewhere else too, Aaron is distancing himself from me to spend time with that bitch girlfriend. Leila is trying her hardest to be there for me but she has other commitments in life too that I can't expect her to drop so I can have company. The only thing really making me happy is Shawn, and if he's out there then why am I here?

Who knows.

There's a knock on my door and I yell for my dad to open it.

"You have a guest." He yells back and I roll my eyes before getting up and going to the door. Who the hell would want to visit me?

When I get to the bottom of the stairs it's Zara. What the hell... Why the hell is she in Canada, at my damn house, how does she know where I live? I wait for my dad to leave the door as I lead Zara up to my room in silence. I need to be alone with her. As soon as I shut my bedroom door I reach my arm up and punch her in the face. God that feels so fucking good, my knuckles bleed as she holds her nose.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She yells. "Oh my god my nose is bleeding you stupid bitch!" She attempts to step towards me and I push her and back her against my door.

"I don't know how the hell you found my house and I don't know what the hell went through your head when you thought of coming here but you need to stay away from me, and you need to stay away from my boyfriend I swear to god." I'm sick of this bitch, she's obsessed with Shawn, it's weird and creepy and she needs to stay away. At her age she should know better.

"I followed you home from the airport a few weeks ago." She smiles as if she's some cunning genius. I hit her again, this time on the side of her cheek, I could do this all day. I've never hit someone in my life but damn it this feels good.

She reaches up to slap me and hits my cheek and cuts it with her ring. I touch my face then look at the blood on my hand and feel like punching her again.

"I don't want to fight with you!" She yells, putting her hands infront of her. "I only slapped you so you'd stop hitting me."

"Tell me why the fuck you're in my house, now." I tell her.

"I know you didn't believe me about Shawn, so I have something to show you." She says and takes a disc out of her velvet jacket pockets.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Watch it." She says, she hands me the disc and opens my bedroom door to leave. "Nice house by the way." She smiles and leaves.

I put the disc into my laptop, and press play. It's a video. Of her and Shawn sitting on a sofa, she makes a move on him and he pushes her away, good. They talk for a moment, and then she kisses him again, my heart pounds out of my chest as Shawn kisses her back, they make out on the couch for way too fucking long for my liking before the video ends. My heart fills with rage. Shawn told me he left to better himself and my stupid ass believed him. But he was with her, he was living with her and didn't think before making out with her. He doesn't care about me at all, or respect me one fucking bit.