Forced into Marriage

Chapter Two

Three days had passed. We didn't talk about what almost happened in Shawn's bedroom. No one needed to know and he didn't want to bring it up, so I didn't bring it up. It was the last actual day of school for me. I was dressed in a white tank top with a grey "robe" so to say, blue jeans and my vans. I put my hair in a bun. I got my bag and headed down to my stop. I got there with two minutes to spare. For four years, I was either right on time or I missed the bus. Now today, I finally have time to breathe.

I plugged in my headphones and played some Beyoncé, getting on Wattpad and reading Motel 6. The bus came and I got on and slid in a window seat. I ended up sharing a seat with a freshman.

The day passed by slowly, each class feeling like five hours long. When I got to my stop, I got off and was walking up the many hills I needed to when a car pulled up next to me. It was Miles. Miles is Nikki's boyfriend. A couple days ago, Nikki and I got in a fight and mom made Shawn pick me up from school. Nikki got suspended since she started the fight. Mom yelled at me for the rest of the night.

"Hey bitch. I saw what you did to my girl." He said. I pulled out my phone, texting Shawn.

Me- Shawn where are you

"You really think that you can just get away with something like that without any problem?"

Shawn- at home why

Me- I need you to run down to the bus stop

"What are you going to do, call me a slut?"

Shawn- why

"Nah. Some girls wanna pay you a visit."

Me- help

The car doors opened and about five girls came out, charging at me. I booked it to my house, praying that he was coming. I saw Shawn running down the hill when I was almost home. A hand pulled back on my sweater, lurching me back as I fell on my ass. One of the girls grabbed my hair while the other ones hit me or kicked me.

"Get off her!" Shawn yelled. The girls ran back the way they came, climbing into the car and took off. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks for coming." I said as he helped me up.

"Of course. Why were they trying to kill you?"

"Cause I punched Nikki."

"Oh Jesus Christ. Let me take your bag."

"It's fine-"

"Give it. Now." I gave him my bag. I prayed that he didn't see under the rip I knew was there on my shoulder. "Dear god, they ripped your sweater- what are those?" Shit. He saw them. He saw the scars I swore to hide from anyone.

"I don't know." I lied.

"Bullshit, let me see your arms." He said grabbing my arms.

"Shawn please not here." I begged him, looking into his eyes. "Please? If someone sees, they'll tell my mom and god knows what'll happen. Please, just forget about this? Please?" He stared in my eyes for a while, before pulling me into him as he wrapped his arms around me.

"When we get to your house, I want you to give me what you used. Understood?" He asked me in a quiet voice. I nodded my head. After a few minutes, we started walking and he grabbed my hand.

When we got to my house, we went right up to my room. Shawn shut the door and pulled a chair in front of it.

"Let me see all of it." I stood there awkwardly, not moving. "I'm seeing it either if it's by your hand or by mine. Please just don't make me do it." I bit my lip, staring at the ground in front of me, and let my sweater fall to the ground. He slowly walked forward and grabbed my arms and examined them. "Is this all? Is this all where you did it?" I didn't answer. "Jocelyn, is this it?" I shook my head. "Where else?"