The Bad Boy (Shawn Mendes) *ONHOLD*

Chapter 4

*Shawn's P.O.V*

Shes standing there, head hanged low, blood on her shirt and fist. She looked up and gave a small smile. How could she smile?! shes already hurt!

“Im Becca" she mumbled. Her lazy blue eyes look at my parents. When our eyes met, her eyes winded.

“Oh honey! Thank you so mu- Come on we have to clean you up" My dad cut mom off, immediately grabbing becca's hand. Aaliyah run off.

“Come on shawn!" Mom shouted. I followed them to the kitchen. Shes sitting on top of the counter. I look at her and frown. My dad and mom ran upstairs to get the first aid kit.

“Why would you do that?" I blurted out.

She look at me like I grow two heads. “What? Do you want me to stand there, watching her get rape? Im not an Idiot" she said rolling eyes.

I sigh. I grab the towel and wet it. I walk over to her and grab her chin. I carefully put it on her lips. Thank god it wasnt bleeding anymore.

She wince. I mumbled a sorry and continued.

“Here" Mom offered. I move over, letting them to finish her up.

After 10 mins. of finishing her up,

“Go to the bathroom sweetie. You can freshen up. I'll call your parents and tell then what happened. AND you are going to stay here tonight." Mom said.

Becca handed her phone to mom.

“Shawn, can you please show her the bathroom?" Dad asked. I nodded, no choice.

We walk upstairs. I opened the door letting her in. I went to my room grabbing a towel. I heard the shower running. I guess I'll wait 'till shes finish.

“Hey shawn" Aaliyah called. She hug my waist and I hug her back.

“Im sorry Aaliyah. I should've -" she cut me off. “Its not your fault shawn."

She pulled away. “Mom ask if you could lend becca some of your small clothes" I nodded.

She went to my room. After two minutes she came back with a white t shirt and sweat pants on her hands.

“Shawn?!" I heard becca yelled.

I grab the clothes from Aaliyah. " Open up" I said. She open the door a little.

“Here." giving her the towel and the clothes. I tried to peak but she quickly shut the door. Aaliyah smack my arm and galred at me.

“Dont even think about doing that again to her" she warned. I raise my hands in defense, with a smirk plastered on my face.

She went downstairs. I chuckled.

No promises.