Consumed: Always & Forever | Shawn Mendes |

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After a small second, instinct kicked in and I was chasing after him.
This was NOT going to end here like this,
We grew past running away and not discussing our differences.
Yes, this was a huge difference but it wasn't a moment for us to be fighting and him possibly do something he would later regret.
I know him too well!
Right now he was someone I never witnessed but he was still my husband and as his wife I couldn't let him go like that.

Shawn! Can you stop." I shouted behind him as I tried to catch up with him.

"Stop! What are you gonna do go outside with a messed up hand and cause a scene?! I get you're mad but don't be stupid babe." I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me.

He looked down at me and I could see his face red and he wanted to literally send me to hell and some other places.

But he didn't.

He took two deep breaths in and out and he moved from my hand.

"Why?! Why wouldn't you tell me! Don't you think I deserved to know my wife miscarried our unborn child?!" He spoke loudly through gritted teeth, his neck looked like it would pop out of place.

"Can we please talk in the apartment?" I begged signaling towards our door behind me.

He walked past me with such a force and attitude it made me flinch.

Once we got in the apartment and I closed the door he went to the fridge and got a beer and opened it chugging half of it before he slammed it on the island table and his eyes pierced me again.

"Speak." He raised his voice making me turn my head directly at him and my eyes semi wide in shock.

He turned back going into the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen corn and placed it on his now swollen knuckle.

I sat down on one of the chairs and I faced him, nerves ripping through me and my tear stained face.

"Is your hand okay?" I asked considered with his hand as I saw his face look pained by the contact of the frozen bag and his knuckles.

He nodded.

"I'm fine." He answered with such anger.

It hurt me that he was being so cold towards be but I guess this was the least I deserved. If not worse.

"Don't be an ass! I get your mad but im genuinely asking if your hand is okay!" I slammed my hand on the table now feeling a spout of anger rush over me.

He raised his eyebrow and looked at me like I was out of my mind.

"You're genuinely asking if my hand is okay. How about you genuinely told me about miscarrying our first child instead of hiding it for so long— how long ago was this?!" He was shouting back and his forearm veins tensed and he was standing across me with the island table dividing us.

"I didn't tell you because I felt bad I felt like I failed as wife! The one thing I should be able to do I couldn't and I thought I would never be able too and that's why I didn't want to her pregnant again! I was scared! I was hurting! And I didn't want to add that to you're already stressful schedule at the time! I was trying to protect you! Even when I was bleeding for a month I was protecting you Shawn!" I was hollering at this point and tears where running down my face.

He slammed both hands on the counter and he leaned over, "I never asked you to protect me! I'm you're husband! I protect you! I'm there for you when you need me for things like that. Am I just that inadequate as a husband to the point where you have to feel the need to protect me instead of confiding in me?! We're partners Yvette! I deserved to know!"