Will you catch me when I fall? (Shawn mendes)

Chapter 4: trust

The hug ended, and we stood there, in the middle of a 7/11, staring at each other. He said he cared. Nobody ever cares about me, ever.

I started to cry. And not the good kind. I started to cry because I now have no home, I now have no father, and I had no family to run away to.

There was no way I could let him help me, I am too much to handle. I would rather keep all of this with me, than pile it onto some unexpecting person, who doesn't need this in their life. I had one choice, turn him down.

"Shawn, I just can't, I-it's too much. I can't let you help me." And with that I was sprinting out of the store, tears forming rivers down my pale face. My feet felt as heavy as bricks, and my heart weighted me down. I couldn't run any longer. So I took a seat down on a park bench.

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Look at those kids, Amara. They are having the childhood that you never got.

My mind is a lonely, depressing place that I have the honor of being in 24/7. My head is never in the clouds, it's always stuck in the gutter, getting washed over with putrid water.

"Amara?" A voice said from behind me. The person the voice belonged to was now sitting next to me.

"I know you don't want help, but I want to help. I may not be able to close the wound, but I can stop the bleeding" he looked at me with those big brown saucers, and I knew that every word was true.

I began to sob. His words were taking over my mind so much, that I didn't notice that he had picked me up, and carried me to his car.

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"We're here." Shawn said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He grabbed my hand to lead me inside, and I felt something. Sparks. The shot up through my arm, and sizzled throughout my whole body.

"Mom, this is Amara, my partner for a history project."

"Hi sweetie! You guys have fun!" His mom was very nice, and it made thoughts of my mom crash into my brain. Sending me to tears for what, the 5th time today?

No words were spoke, I was only pulled into a tight, protective hug. I cried silently into his shoulder.

"Sorry for getting your shirt wet." I told him after we pulled away. He shrugged it off.

"Now, you get the history stuff out, while I go... Do something" he left me with that and then shut the door behind him.

Shawn P.O.V.

"hey mom, can I ask you something?" I looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Shoot"

"Well you know Amara?" She nodded "She has problems at her house, so I was wondering if she could stay here?" I spit out.

"Woah... Well we do have the guest room... But we barely know her sweetheart, is there anywhere else she could go?" My mom was trying to avoid this, but I was NOT going to leave Amara out on the streets.

"Mom, does the name Amara Young ring a bell?" She gasped. Everybody knew that name, and everybody knew the story behind it.

"She can stay." I sprinted up to her and hugged her.

Amara P.O.V.

"Does the name Amara Young ring a bell?" They were talking about me.

"She can stay" wait what.

Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter! I will make the other ones longer, I promise

~B