Songwriter

Chapter Five

Destiny's POV

I raced towards Shawn, grabbing his hand in an attempt to get his attention. I was too short to reach his shoulder, so I grabbed his hand. "Shawn." I said, and he looked at me in a daze. There was a lot of shock going on. "I have three kids..." Shawn said, his voice distant and wistful. "Yes, Shawn, you do have th-three kids." I tell him, carefully pulling him back towards the recording studio. I could see in the mirror beside us that there was a man with a camera coming towards the building. "Shawn, we need to g-get back t-to the st-studio." I tell him, and he follows me back. As I get him back and seated I ask Sydney to watch him while I go find Andrew. She agrees, and I hesitantly leave. My sister was still in a daze, and seven months pregnant with triplets while trying to watch Shawn. This was making me nervous. Actually, nervous was an understatement. I was walking around the halls, trying to find Andrew before I finally went up to the service desk. "Hi, Destiny. How can I help you?" The man asked while folding up his headset. "I'm looking for Andrew. We got those p-papers Shawn's been waiting for back, and Andrew s-said he wanted to know when they c-came in." I explain, surprising myself with my lack of stuttering. "He's in conference room C on the third floor today. He had a meeting with Shawn's stylist. They should be finishing up by now." Caden told me, and I smiled. "Thank you." I said, heading towards the elevators. I swiped my ID before I pressed the button, letting them swing open before I stepped in and I pressed the third floor button. As I pressed the button the man with the camera I had seen earlier also stepped on. "You aren't all-llowed on here. That's why you don't have an I-ID." I told him, putting my foot in the door. The man yanked me back in so the doors would close. "I don't care. I'll do whatever I have to do to get exclusives on celebs. Now, what papers has Shawn been waiting on? Do they have anything to do with that pregnant girl?" The man asks, and I laugh. "I don't know the official word, but th-that girl just runs errands for him when h-he's too busy t-to do it himself." I lied, rolling my eyes for emphasis. "So, how do you know Shawn?" He asks next, and I sigh. "I help Shawn when he has w-writer's block. I was hired by his manager to help him focus." I tell him, and I watch the numbers go up. "I don't have time for your stupid questions. I have to f-find Andrew." I say, and he keeps pestering me. The doors finally open, and I begin to walk out. The strange man grabs my hair, and I scream and grab my hair to keep from pulling it. When I finally get away I know he has a huge chunk of my hair. I ran until I found the conference room, and I rush straight in. Andrew and Shawn's stylist stare at me, obviously confused. I slam the door shut at the guy from the elevator reaches us. "What the hell is going on?" Andrew asks as I'm trying to catch my breathe. Between pants I explain what just happened. Andrew helps me keep the door shut and Tiffany buzzes security. As we hold the door shut and deal with the dude ramming into the door I begin a polite conversation with the stylist. "Hi, I'm Des-Destiny, Shawn's s-songwriter. T-T-Tiffany, r-right?" I ask, then the guy slams into the door again. Andrew gives me a funny look, and I mouth out the word later. "Hi, Destiny, yes, I am Tiffany. I'm Shawn's stylist." She responds awkwardly. "I'd shake your hand, but-" I start, but the dude gives a particularly hard ram. "Where's security? It can't be that hard to find-" I start, and he busts the door open. He broke the latch, and I go flying three feet across the room and Andrew gets knocked down. The man was red with anger, and huffing. "Now, I believe we were in the middle of an interview, yes?" He says, pulling out his camera again. "What papers has Shawn been waiting on? Why do you need to tell Andrew?" He asks, and we say nothing. I pull my phone out slowly, opening it and going to my voice memos. I was acting like I was struggling to get up. I pressed record and shut off my phone. The man began to yell, demanding that we answer his questions. I shakily get to my knees, the pain in my head finally catching up to me. I hear the footsteps finally making their way across the floor, but quickly halt. "Nobody move!" I hear him shout, and then I hear the click of a gun. I freeze, my heart racing. I hear footsteps move closer, and I suddenly can't hear anything. I reach up, feeling around my head and ears. He took my hearing aids. I look around, panicked, as the man is dangling them in the air and waving a hand gun. I look around me, and fear covered everyone's faces. I couldn't tell what he was saying. I was out of practice when it came to reading lips. I squeeze the power button on my phone until the police were being dialed, and they could hear the situation. I had my phone screen covered as I whispered two words: gun and deaf. I look up, and then everything turns black...

I groaned, feeling someone cold and jagged poking my head. I open my eyes slowly, nearly jumping out of my skin as I see Shawn starring at me with a police officer behind him. I try to sit up, only to find I was handcuffed to the hospital bed. I listened closely, relaxing once I realize that I can hear everything around me. "Wh-Why am I h-handcuffed?" I ask, worried there was some sort of miscommunication going on. "We were just making sure the man didn't come and kidnap you." The officer explained, and I relaxed. He came closer, uncuffing me, and the second there was room, Shawn was on top of me. I hug him close, feeling him cry into my shoulder. I gently shush him in a soothing way, tangling my hands into his hair. I scooted over, allowing Shawn more room as I held him close. The officer left the room, giving us our space. Shawn explained that in the time that I had been knocked out a month had passed. In that month Sydney had given birth, and died during delivery. They didn't know when I would wake up so I missed her funeral. Because the babies were born early they were in incubators in the NICU, and so far one of them hadn't made it. She had been the tiniest, and was the least likely to survive. Shawn had named her Angel Grace Mendes. She was only a week old when she passed. In that time Shawn had fallen in love with her, and sang to Angel to try to help her stay strong. He sang to all three of them. Her funeral had been two days after Syd's. The other two babies were alive, and they were slowly developing. Shawn's fans didn't know about the babies yet, but were getting suspicious about something. Shawn named the other two babies Melody Faith Mendes and Kai Canta Mendes. I held Shawn close, tears forming in my eyes. I felt awful for him. He lost his daughter and his main source for child care help all in a week. I hugged him close, promising to help him as much as possible.