Meant to be (ON HOLD)

Saviour

Shawn
It took me about 10-15 minutes to get back, since I found a little cafe and got some food for Camila in a parcel.

the reception was empty, which didn't really effect me so I head towards our room. The door was open

"Mila?", I placed the food on the study table and some clothes that I had in my hand

No response.

"Camila, where are you?", I questioned once again looking into the bathroom aswell.

Goddamit. I asked her not to go anywhere.

I ran towards the reception and rang the bell placed there to call someone and see if they saw her leave or go somewhere.

"Yes, how may I help you?", a tall slender man appeared from the shadows this time

"Did you see the girl I was with go out? The petite girl?", my voice slightly louder than I intended it to be

"Uhh... I'm sorry sir... uhm... we have... I have no idea", he stuttered

Long gaps, him being hesitant, not making eye contact and judging on the basis of his body language I'm sure he knows exactly where she is.

I grabbed his collar, "you better fucking tell me where she is before i beat you up until you can't fucking move, you hear me?", I yelled

"Sir... I don't", I interrupted him with my fist crashing onto his cheek.

"She's in the room upstairs, room 312", he responds

That's more like it you fucking asshole", I pushed him to the ground and ran upstairs

If they do anything to her, I'll break them.

I stood outside room number 312, banging the door furiously. No response. Which is when I kicked the door open to see my delicate girl on the bed and the short ugly man from the reception towering over her.

she was sobbing, his hand covering her mouth. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You bastard", I stormed towards him getting him off camila and onto the floor

I punched him once, twice, thrice....

Camila
I was woken up by the splashing of water on my face

"Wake up kitten", a deep voice echoed, I could tell they were quiet close because of the nasty smell of stale liquor and cigarettes

This wasn't Shawn, I knew for sure. I slowly opened my eyes to see the same old man from the reception towering over me.

"What the hell", I yelled

Looking around to see that this wasn't the room I was in originally.

"Shawn! SHAWN! Help me", I yelled

"lower your voice kitten, Shawn can't have all the fun", he stared at my body from top to bottom slowly

I covered myself using my hands and started to cry. I didn't have control over my emotions anymore.

His humongous hand covered my mouth and the other removed a strand of hair from my face.

"Let's have some fun, kitten", he moved my face to the left and leaned in to make contact with my neck when there was banging on the door

Shawn.

He's here to save me. Thank the Lord.

I looked at the evil predator, his eyes widened. He knew he was in deep trouble I couldn't help but cry.

"Mila, I'm here to save you", and with that the door was kicked open, Shawn stormed towards the man punching him furiously.

"Stop. Shawn. Please", my voice was breaking due to the crying

He looked at me with concern and stopped.

We called the police and he carried me to the car.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fucking fault. I shouldn't have left you. I'm so dumb", he started to apologize

"No shawn, it's not. It's my fault I left even when you asked me not to", I replied

"Where were you going anyway? What happened Mila, I was so worried", it was almost as if he was holding back his tears

"I was thirsty and the intercom wasn't working so I went down to ask for water. The water bottle was sealed, I went up and the rest was a blur", I started to fiddle with a loose strand of hair

"I'm sure they injected a drug or something" he paused "come here", he pulled me into a hug

I cried. I felt dirty. I could've been raped but thankfully Shawn was there.

"I'm so so sorry, I'll always be there for you", he kissed my forehead

"You promise?", I questioned with hope

"Promise", he replied as I placed my head on his muscular shoulder.

We stayed like that for a couple minutes

"I think you should change", he says

"With what? My clothes are all wet", I sighed

"My shirt or some tracks or something", he scratched his head.

He's so cute when he's confused.

Scratch that. He's always adorable.

I jumped to the back seat

"Don't peek", I playfully punched his shoulder

"Okay. Okay", he chuckled and covered his eyes

I put on a grey shirt of his which is extra large on me and so soft

"You done yet?", he started to grow impatient

"Mhmm", I said while getting back to the front seat

He quickly checked me out but not for too long so it wouldn't be obvious, but I could tell.

"You know, like I always say. You look way hotter in that shirt than I do", he smirked as I flushed

What is this boy doing to me?