Fix You {A Shoey Fanfiction}

No Answer Chapter 10

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-Shane's POV-

"Oh my God! I remember that! How many years ago was that video? Like four?!" Lisa laughed, throwing her head back.

"Yeah. It was fun.." I wasn't really in the mood as I had a headache because we were in the waiting area for more than two hours now.

"You okay?" Lisa asked, taking my hand.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I lied. I was exhausted.

"Good!" she smiled, holding my hand to her cheek. I pulled my hand away, revealing an unhealthy amount of bruises. I touched them lightly with the tips of my fingers.

"Lisa..." I whispered, " Who did this to you?"

She took my hand away from her cheek. "No one. I did it myself. I hit my face on the table when I fell off the couch. I'm fine." She started to tear up.

"Lisa, if you did it yourself...then why are you crying?" I wiped the tear that had fallen on her cheek.

"Shane. Please. Stop worrying about me. I'm fine," she said, smiling. I could tell her smile was fake.

"You're not fine! Tell me the truth... please?" I looked her in the eye.

"Fine," she breathed. "It was Sawyer. He beats me. And there's a likely chance of my baby being a stillborn." She rested her head on my shoulder and started to cry.

"That asshole." I whispered. "Lisa, stay right here. I'm just going to the bathroom." I said, standing up.

"Shane..." she whispered. "Don't tell Sawyer... please?"

"I.. I won't. I promise." I smiled weakly.

"Thank you." she nodded in admiration.

I felt bad because I lied to her.. I was going to tell Sawyer. Well. Maybe not tell him about the baby. Just tell him I knew what he was doing to Lisa and that I wasn't afraid to sort things out. Basically, I wasn't afraid to beat the living shit out of him. Just because I wasn't in a relationship with her and I didn't love her anymore etcetera, we were still friends and I was willing to help her.

I walked into the mens bathroom and closed the door behind me. I dialed Sawyer's number as I made my way into a stall. There was no one in the bathroom so I could be as loud as I wanted with Sawyer.

I held my phone up to my ear.

It kept ringing, but no answer.

I hung up and tried again.

Once again, no answer.

I rang again, just to be sure.

But no.
Again.

No answer.

Before it could forward me to  voicemail, I hung up.

I decided to text him instead.
Hey Sawyer! Haven't seen you in awhile! Didn't see you at the funeral. You probably were busy but we missed you. We should hang out sometime and catch up. I tried calling but you didn't answer. Sorry if I look clingy. Just contact me if you wanna hang out :)

I made the text sound as nice as possible. I didn't want to scare him. I had to pretend that I wanted to hang out with him. I put my phone back in my pocket and walked out of the stall. Before I walked out of the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed. What have I become?...