"Emma who was he?"
"No one, don't worry."
"Emma he was hurting you."
"No he wasn't." I lie, did I mention I'm a terrible liar? Because I am, and I hate lying.
"Emma you don't need to lie to me, I saw everything. And before I came here I heard you screaming for help." He says with such a concerned tone that makes me want to tell him everything.
"Shawn, seriously I'm fine. Look I know this looks really bad, but seriously its nothing to worry about. He's just some old guy I knew, he seriously doesn't deserve our time. So please lets just forget this happened and let's just continue talking what we were talking minutes ago. We were having a great time before, well at least I was, so please lets just forget it. Please?" I beg him with my hand still covering my wrist. It still hurts but I think that with time the pain will just fade away. Shawn just looks at me with crossed arms.
"Fine"
"Thanks, so what were we talking about?" I say tucking a strand of hair that was bordering me, behind my ear.
"Emma you're bleeding."
"What?"
"Your wrist" I look down to see my wrist and see blood. I bring my wrist closer to inspect and I can see that I have semi moon shaped cuts, meaning Mark's nails. He really left some deep cuts.
"Son of a bitch" I mumble still looking at my wrist.
"Here let me see." Shawn says taking my wrist. "You know he left deep cuts right?"
"Yeah I kind of just figured it out, since my wrist won't stop bleeding."
"Doesn't it hurt you?"
"Not right now. But minutes ago it really hurt like hell. But I think my wrist just went numb with all the squishing I did so you wouldn't see the damage."
"My god Emma" Shawn says chuckling. "Where's your first aid kit?"
"Upstairs."
"Come on lets go clean your wrist, or if you want to bring the kit here I understand."
"Oh please! Come on, follow me. You can't operate a wrist in a party like this." I say as I start walking up the stairs with Shawn following me. I open the door to the guest bedroom and go to the closet where the kit is. I sit down in the bed and gesture Shawn to do the same.
"This is your room?" Shawn says admiring the room.
"Nah, this is the guest room. It's usually Alex's room, my little brother's, he stays with me whenever mom and dad leave for vacation or for work."
"That explains the action figures and The Avengers posters." He chuckles and starts walking towards me, sitting down on the bed facing me.
"Yeah, he's a fan of Marvel. We usually store here everything we don't use frequently, hence why the first aid kit is here, but considering recent events I think I'm gonna move it to my room." Shawn chuckles and grabs my wrist cleaning with some wipe the blood. It doesn't hurts since he isn't cleaning the cuts yet, he is just cleaning the whole mess I did while grabbing my wrist with my hand. My hand! "Shit." I mumble when I see my right hand full of dry blood. "Oh fuck." I mumble again when I see my beautiful dress stained with blood. Thank god is black.
"What?" Shawn asks stopping whatever he was doing on my wrist.
"Oh nothing, just my dress, its full of blood. Sorry for all the swearing. I grew up surrounded by guys, you must imagine how was that like."
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Who Would've Known (S.M Fanfiction)
Random"Hey!" He says showing me a beautiful smile. "Hey" I replied looking at his handsome face. "Are you here by yourself?" He asks me showing a breath taking smile. "Kind of..." I answer back at him, I didn't came alone, but I think I might be leaving...
