Trapped

74

"I still can't believe you live here." Victora says, stuffing her face with pasta, looking around the apartment as she sits at my dining table.

"I know." I've been living here with Shawn for two weeks now.

On my birthday Shawn filled the entire place with balloons, had a buffet spread out for me and got me a few books to finally put on those shelves. He felt bad that on my birthday he didn't have anything to give me, I told him... you brought me a freaking pent house, but apparently because I ruined the surprise it didn't count.

He's done so much for me recently, things are going way too well, too well for me and Shawn anyway, life never runs this smoothly for us. Victoria is the only person I can talk to away from Shawn, I told Leila I was moving here, she was trying to convince me otherwise so i've decided to ignore her until she can respect my decision. I still haven't told my mom or dad I've moved out, fuck knows what they even think are happening with me, because I haven't told them shit, i've been ignoring my dad's calls and I don't know what Vic has been telling them.

I've been wearing Shawns clothes for two weeks, with the exception of a dress and some heels he got me to wear out to dinner the day before my birthday. He came home with twelve dresses and twenty pairs of heels to choose from for our date. I can't believe all he's been doing for me recently, but I can't live in his sweatpants so I asked Vic to bring me some clothes and see my apartment.

"Christmas is next month, you're honestly just going to stay here and not say anything to mom and dad? that's kinda selfish." She admits in her casual tone.

"Selfish?" How the hell is that selfish? They weren't even speaking to me when I left, why would I speak to them now?

"Forget mom in this because she's a bitch. But dad has been there for you recently, and yeah, you have had a bit of a rough spot recently, but you did let a criminal live in our home and lie to him about it for months when you guys were just beginning a relationship. That whole thing wasn't about Shawn, imagine how betray he felt by you considering how close you were starting to get... and yeah he was pissed at you when you left, but so was I. he's your dad either way, if you're leaving his house and the damn country he deserves to know... he clearly cares because he's ringing you every second, he missed you on your birthday Ella. He got you a really nice gift. He's a stubborn fuck but he loves you." She says and continues to eat her food like its nothing.

She makes a good point but I hate to admit it. I do want to go home and spend Christmas with my family, I do want to see my dad because I love him but he isn't going to allow me to move here, so it's easier to just leave rather than trying to explain to him why I want to do this. but as my dad I guess an explanation is the least I owe him. I have to go back home and I know that, just not now.

"I know. I'll go home, I'll tell dad. I just didn't want to deal with him yelling at me." I sigh.

"Hey he might be happy for you after all, this place is fucking sick, Shawn really seems like he's got his life together now."

He does, doesn't he? and that's what scares me. Nothing has ever been that black and white in Shawns life, nor mine, so i'm scared something is about to go wrong, but maybe this is the happy ending we deserve?

"Yeah but I know he won't be happy that I won't be spending Christmas there." I sigh.

"You're really not coming home for Christmas?" I don't see how she's surprised, I haven't spoken to anyone in my family in weeks and she thinks they'd just forget that and accept me with open arms just because it's Christmas?

"Well I don't want to sit there awkwardly on Christmas day, i'd rather be here with Shawn." I shrug.

"Bring him to Canada." She says and I chuckle. Really?