Queen

Chapter 11

(Warning! Please read notice before reading the chapter!)

~Hi! Would just like to say this chapter of "Queen" contains heavy content, (domestic violence) if this is triggering to you I advise you to skip the section (I will warn you again when it happens and ends)! But if you or someone you know is a victim of abuse please don't hesitate to get help! Thank you for your understanding and thank you for reading! -LiLi~

It's Sunday, Lucas is coming over so I have to be prepared. Focusing on this first and if all goes well I'll just go up to Maria, explain that I was just scared and worked up and just apologize. Hopefully, she'll understand. As I was making my bed I heard the door click open. I quickly dropped everything and turned around. To my relief... sort of. It was Lisa. I sighed and went back to making the bed.

"Wow. You've clean as if someone important is coming to visit." She commented.
"Please Lisa I just need to focus on-" I was cut off by a thud. I immediately looked back to see Lisa standing right in front of a spill. It was my coffee I was drinking while I was cleaning this morning, now staining our carpet.

I sighed and turned around deciding to deal with it later. I heard keys jingling and footsteps heading towards the door.

"Oh! Totally forgot to mention but I saw Lucas! He was getting on the elevator last I saw him." She just nonchalantly mentioned. My eyes widened. I turned to her but she was already gone.

As quickly as possible I finished my bed and ran to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel from under the sink and ran back into the room. I dropped down and started dabbing the coffee spill, making sure not to rub it into the carpet. As I was cleaning I head the door clicking open again, this time knowing it was Lucas. I looked back and there he was.

(Warning! Domestic Violence!)

"H-Hi, babe." I croaked as I just put the towel over the spill and stood up. I wiped my hands on my pants and faced him. Without saying anything he walks up to me and grabbed me by my neck firmly. I close my eyes tight and bring my hands up to my chest ready for the worst.

"What the fuck have you been doing with that little no dick bitch Mendes?" He seethed through his teeth slightly tightening his grip but still allowing me to breathe.
"N-Nothing! I-I didn't do it I didn't want to he made me!" I explained quickly.
"You didn't want to?" He chuckled and tightened his grip more, this time making it harder to breathe. I was wheezing, desperate for air.
"I-I didn't," I repeated myself trying to speak but it was too hard.
"You mean you didn't want him to kiss you now? Even though you had no problem kissing him back in high school lite the little whore you are?!" He raised his voice
"He forced me this time! He... He grabbed my face and... made me, I tried stopping him... but he... made me!" I cried out, my eyes starting to water and I was feeling light-headed.
"And you just let him?!"
"I tried! I tried stopping him, please, please Lucas, I'll make sure he doesn't do it again!" I begged, hoping it would calm him down.
"You fucking better you dumb, slut." He hissed at me and pushed me back completely releasing his grip on me. I took in a deep breath once he did but I immediately stumbled backward, I couldn't catch myself and ended up falling back hitting the back of my head on my nightstand. I gasped out of pain and covered the area that got hit. I scrunched my body up until I was laying in a fetal position and started sobbing loudly on the floor.

"If I hear that you let him kiss you again I'll be fucking back!" He yelled pointing at me. I just nodded as I cried harder.
"O-Ok," I confirmed.
"Don't you dare make me come back here again." He threatened before turning around and walking out.

(End of triggering section)

It's been 3 days and I've had no energy or will to even get up in the morning ever since Lucas's visit. I sat in my IT class barely listening to the instructor or even caring about Shawn sitting at the desk next to me. We were allowed to choose our seats and why he chose to sit next to me is beyond me. From my peripherals, I just kept seeing Shawn glancing at me. I was trying my best to take notes on my laptop and do the assignment but he was just looking at me. I thought we came to the agreement that we weren't even going to look at each other. Maybe he knows I'm upset? I'm sure it's clear to see on my face but I can't think of why he'd care.

It wasn't until I saw him looking at me again that I decided to look back at him. I just gave him a cold stare as our eyes met. He seemed to have noticed and I watched his eyes go from curious to angry. He then snapped his head down looking at his phone. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my notes. This is all his fault. He did this to me. He made Lucas come over that day. If he just wouldn't have harassed me then I'd be fine, we'd be fine! Why did I have to make the stupid choice to chase him down that day? I regret it. I regret caring so much about him. He never wanted me to care about him so I won't.

After the professor excused us I closed my laptop and placed it in my bag. As I was packing up I noticed Shawn just standing next to me. I ignored him as I wrote down the date and time that class started and ended for today in my planner.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Shawn asked. I stayed quiet.
"Ok, so you just come to class mad and giving me a dirty look with no explanation for yourself?" He kept pushing. I just shut my planner and put it away before standing up and putting my bag on my shoulder. Not even looking in his direction I start walking away from Shawn.

"Hey!" He called from behind me. I heard his footsteps moving quickly to catch up to me.
"I'm talking to you!" He sounded annoyed. Completely off guard, I felt a large hand grab my wrist. I gasped in shock and whipped around. Not even processing that it was Shawn I immediately closed my eyes tight and covered my face with my available forearm as I faced him.

"What?" He sounded confused. I opened one of my eyes seeing Shawn looking at me just as confused as he sounded. I felt my eyes starting to sting, tears brimming in my eyes.
"I-I didn't mean to hurt you I was just..." Shawn seemed more sympathetic and concerned. He quickly let go of my wrist and backed away with his hands up as if he was surrendering. I just put my arms down and turned my back to him as I stormed out.