Love Story (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 14- Lie to me

From now on, it got easier with Shawn. We never spoke about the kiss, but we became friends, for real.

We hung out in my dorm, or in his hotel room. We spent time with Chiara, I met his friends Brian, Geoff and Teddy. They were all so nice and it was great spending time together.

We would go to the movies, or to a karaoke bar or just for a walk in the park.

But we'd still be really awkward around each other at times, especially when Chiara brought her boyfriend.

"So, Nathalie. How's your boyfriend doin?", Felix asked, with his Jersey accent and his arms around Chiara. We were sitting at a round table in our favourite Cafe in Manhattan. It had those awesome vintage chairs and the best brownies in town. So even though it was expensive, we would always end up here after a long day in the dance studio.

Shawn uncomfortably shifted in the chair to my right and tensed up.

Propably because he knew something about my relationship that no one else knew- that I didn't want anyone else to know.

We didn't talk about that either- obviously. Well, he tried, but I always changed the subject.

But one night it all changed:

"Were you out with Shawn again?", Jackson slurred, as I closed his front door. "You should go to sleep Jackson.", I dodged and took off my shoes.

We weren't living together, but Jackson wanted me to stay at his place at least 2 times a week, so I did. Him being drunk didn't mean anything good for me- especially when we were talking about Shawn.

"ANSWER ME!", he screamed, as he punched the vase off his living room table. It flew against a wall and smashed into a thousand pieces. I flinched and took a step back, but he already pushed me with my back against the door.

"I saw you both at the wedding. I know you're cheating on me.", he pushed me harder, so hard that my ears rang and I fell down to the ground.

"It was one kiss, nothing else happened. I swear.", I cried, when he picked me up and punched me in the face. Pain exploded like a firecracker and I held my bleeding cheek.

"You're lying. You little slut. You fucked him. With me you were always playing all innocent. Always wanted to wait. But with him, FOR HIM YOU JUST SPRADDLE YOUR LEGS! YOU WHORE!"

He pushed me to the ground and started kicking me. But it was blurred out by one thought, fighting its way into my head: How am I gonna get out of here?

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5 seconds of summer

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That turned out darker than I intended. But I felt like everyone should think- at some point in their life- about domestic violence and how the victims are often too embarrassed to speak up about it. Domestic violence and sexual abuse are more popular than you might think.

I wanted to shed a light on it because recently, a good friend of mine came to me and talked about a problem in her relationship. She had been with her boyfriend for 4 years and suddenly he started hitting her and forcing her to have sex, even though she didn't want it and she didn't know what to do about it.

I was speechless. I mean, what was I supposed to say? I never experienced it at any point in my life. She asked me if she should go to the police about it. I joined her on her way to the police that day, scared of leaving her alone.

I never want to feel this way again, powerless to help. Useless to my friend. So if you know someone who is abused or if you have been abused yourself, in whichever way possible, do not hesitate to tell your friends about it, your family, and most importantly, the police.