Consequences [Shawmila]

2-head above water

From behind, I could feel a pair of strong arms grabbing me by my waist and a hand clamping across my mouth, expecting me to scream (which I did, but they are muffled screams as those hands have achieved the sole purpose flawlessly). I am then being dragged back with the heels of my trainers digging into the concrete ground.

Frustrated, I growled and started to use my limbs to fight back, flailing them wildly, as if I am being dragged into the water by a whirlpool. Unfortunately, this person is too strong and definitely has some sort of experience in dragging young girls into the back alleyway of Walmart.

Soon, the buildings of Walmart and Target has fully blocked out the cheery sun and drowned me in complete darkness. Even though I am still screaming and kicking at my kidnapper persistently, I know I have been defeated nevertheless.

My head came into contact with the cold wall that I have been slammed into. My eyes had found another pair of dark eyes. This young man looks... familiar. His chocolate wavy hair is brushed back with style and his jet black eyes met mine and we held an eye contact so intense that it became uncomfortable.

You look familiar, but I have never seen you before, I thought, but too afraid to voice my opinions.

Without a word of warning, his hands snaked around my waist, causing my breath to hitch without a thought.

I don't want this feeling, but I want it at the same time. This is wrong, I thought to myself.

"Stop," I said, weakly. I have imagined myself saying these words strongly, but my wit had betrayed my thoughts. The way I weakly said it made me sound like a very promiscuous, hormone-raging teen, which made me hate myself even more. My kidnapper seemed to notice that as well and chuckle. Without a word of warning, he kisses me. Hard. Frozen and unable to think, a bitter taste surfaced within my mouth, causing me to gag.

"You like this feeling, don't you?" He asked, with a low, sensual voice. His eyes never left mine. Without a word of warning, his hands (which were on my waist) rests on top of my bra, causing my breath to hitch once again. Dickhead.

"Stop. Please," I said, finding more power in my voice, but still not enough to stand up for me. He simply smirked.

"I like how you are still resisting even though you are finding this pleasurable. You are resisting now, but you will be begging on your knees soon." He whispers, as if it is a secret between us.

I said nothing. Instead, I tear my brain away from his words and my uncontrollable thoughts and briefly look at my surroundings. Due to the lack of proper lighting at the back alley way, I squint at this place and out of the corner of my eye, I see someone casually walking towards me. Due to immense panic I am currently have, I have an urge to wave my hands, in hopes that this person would see me and get me out of this horrible situation, but I restrained myself as I thought, what if this person is going to rape me as well?

As if being able to sense my thoughts, the dark figure turn their head towards me and and for a split second, stare at me..

Please, I thought, hoping they could 'hear' me. Miraculously, the person is walking towards me and Dickhead, striding closer and closer.

Shawn Mendes is here. What...how? I thought, but there is no space and time for my thoughts. The hand that Dickhead was resting on my bra was immediately removed and he is being knocked back into the wall by Shawn.

"What the fuck, Mike?" Shawn yell, his voice booms along the narrow gap. Dickhead, Mike, squirms uncomfortably under Shawn's control. Shawn have that fire in his eyes, which is currently burning holes into Mike's forehead. Even though Mike is slightly taller than Shawn, but is nothing like Shawn who is lean and muscular. They do have that same wavy hair and eyes though.

"What the hell, This is none of your business!I do whatever the fuck I want to do!" Mike yelled back, as if he is not able to sense anger and intimidation that is bursting through Shawn.

"She is my friend. You don't get to touch my friend like that. Let alone getting close to her." Shawn said with his venom-coated voice deadly quiet. Mike lost his voice. Shawn released his grip on Mike slowly, with his eyes still pinning on Mike. There is a change in attitude in Mike. He slowly walked backwards and slipped away from the darkness, leaving me and Shawn alone, in the gloomy alleyway.

The aftermath came crashing hard. All of a sudden, an invisible pair of hands wrap around my throat. My pulse rate skyrockets, causing me to pant in agony, as if trying to catch my breath after a mile run.

I slowly slide my body down, so I don't have to support myself. Shawn seem to took notice of it. He kneels in front of me, grip my shoulders as if trying to stop me from floating away along with my thoughts and anxiety.

"Mila, the Drill. Five things you see, four things you hear, three things you touch, two things you smell and a thing you taste." Shawn said quickly with determination. I begin the Drill.

"I see... Shawn Mendes. Posters. Apple core. Trash Can-" I tilt my head to look to my side, "Cars. I hear cars honking. The wind blowing. The leaves that are attached to the trees gently rustling. Children laughing and frolicking around the carpark and their parents trying to grab them away from oncoming cars." I met his eyes once again. He nods his head, encouraging me to finish the Drill.

"I can feel the cold, hard concrete ground, just like reality. The sweat that is sliding across my forehead, which is most likely cause my adrenaline. I feel the warmth from you tightly gripping my shoulders." I said, without even thinking. Shawn smiles with a private victory, but out of good intention, I believe. Filled with embarrassment, I also smile, involuntarily.

Smiling is contagious, Marie said.

"I could smell the carbon dioxide being emitted into the atmosphere, which greatly contributes to global warming, as carbon dioxide is able to trap heat and release it slowly due to greenhouse gas effect. I could also smell you." I said to Shawn. He raised an eyebrow, looking for more information about him.

"You smell good. Like pizza and muffins." I said, reassuring him and his ego. He flashes me a smile and is very satisfied with the answer.

"I could taste the bitter aftertaste of his lips on mine, his attempt to crush my world down." I said quietly, looking at my lap, unable to meet Shawn's eyes.

"I'm going to kill that bastard!" Shawn yelled. I look at him, wide-eyed, and quickly shake my head. I don't want him to be in any kind of trouble, not because of me.

"Please don't. It's fine." I said to him, in hopes that he would calm down. He stands back up and takes a few deep breaths while pacing anxiously.

"Okay. Fine." He said, with an uneven voice.

"Really? Thank you!" I jump up from my sitting position and hugged him tightly. He hugs back.

Unfortunately, we cannot stay in this position too long, the sky is getting darker and darker by second.

"Oh my god, I still need to buy some food!" I shout. I release him from my hug and walked out of the alleyway, with Shawn behind my heels. My many unanswered questions about the incident will have to wait. Oh well.

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2-25-19