The clock struck 2am and there was no sign of Shawn. I laid in bed with the tv on for noise. I really hated being there alone. Especially for this long. 5 hours ago he said he wouldn't be gone long, but here we are, 2 am and I'm still alone.
I wasn't worried about what he was doing. For the most part, I trusted him. I scrolled through Twitter, even though I knew I shouldn't be. It just upset me more. There were pictures of Shawn and I together. The whole sneaking around and keeping it a secret until Kendall cools down didn't work at all.
Some people were super into the idea of Shawn and I and others wanted him and Kendall back. I clicked on Kendall's profile.
"How could he do this to me??? I loved him so much!!! #heartbroken -@KendallJenner 1:48am"
I had to stop letting her get to me. I knew that she wasn't in love with him. She had posted pictures of her and her friends at the club an hour ago. It's not like she's sitting at home crying over this.
I had been pretty inactive the last month on all social media. I wanted a break from all the drama. Kendall wasn't helping with this. I plugged my phone into the charger and set it on the nightstand.
How long was I supposed to wait for him?
I shut off the tv and hopped out of bed. I ran down the stairs and out into the hallway. I wonder if I can get to the roof. I walked towards the stairs where there was a map of the floors.
Five floors up and there was a roof access.
I sprinted up five flights of stairs, which was a mistake, reaching a door with the word 'ROOF' printed on it in bold red letters. The cold wind brushed my cheeks and whipped my hair as I opened the door.
I step outside, propping the door open. Fall has officially began 3 weeks ago but it was unusually warm and the nights were chilly. I hugged myself to shield myself from the wind. I walked closer to the edge and looked down.
"Don't do it." a man said, running towards me.
I turned to him. He had tan skin that was covered in tattoos, his hair was jet black. He was tall and muscular like Shawn.
"That never crossed my mind." I said, turning back towards the city lights and taking a deep breath in.
"You shouldn't be up here."
"Did you follow me?" I asked.
There was a long pause as the man typed a million words a minute on his phone. Shawn had sent him to watch on me, I knew it. The man finished and slid his phone back into his pocket.
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"That you went outside for some fresh air."
"Do you think if I said I was going to jump, he'd come rushing home?" I questioned, turning towards the man.
He slowly reached for his phone.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to jump."
"He says that I'm supposed to escort you back inside." he read aloud.
I took another deep breath in.
"In a minute."
A minute or so passed. I turned towards the door and walked back down to the apartment.
"I'm Mellie." I said, standing in the doorway.
"I know."
"And you are?" I questioned.
"Zac."
"Okay Zac, where is he?" I asked, leaning on the door.
He looked me dead in the eyes.
"I can't say. Have a good night."
"Okay then." I responded, shutting the door.
I shut off the lights on the main floor and went back up to the bedroom. I turned the tv back on and got under the covers.
They kept running our story all over the news. It was a big deal when diplomats kids do things I guess.
I finally closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
3 Hours Later
"Shit." Shawn moaned, hitting his foot on the edge of the bed.
I opened and looked at the clock. 6:30am? Was he seriously just getting back?
He stripped down to just his boxers and crawled into bed. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close.
"Go sleep on the couch." I said, prying his arms off of me.
"What?" he asked, sitting up.
"You heard me."
I sat up, crossed my arms and glared at him.
"This is my fucking bed Mel. It's my fucking apartment, I'll sleep where I please." he shot back.
"Then I'm going to the couch."
I grabbed a pillow, blanket and marched downstairs.
"What the hell Melody?" he asked, standing at the railing overlooking the livingroom.
"Leave me alone."
"I'll talk to you if I fucking want to." he growled.
I threw the pillow down and laid on the couch with my back facing him. This pissed him off even more. He stomped down the stairs and yanked me off the couch.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled, shoving him back.
"Don't yell at me!" he yelled back. "What the fuck is your problem?"
I looked down at the coffee table and notice a full glass of water I had forgotten about hours ago.
"YOU!" I yelled, splashing the water in his .
I ran to the door and grabbed my keys. I ran out and down the hallway to the elevators. Shawn ran close behind, cursing and knocking things over.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed in my face.
"I'm the bitch? Really? You left me ALONE for 9 hours when I clearly said I didn't want to be here!"
"I was out making MONEY to take care of YOU!" he screamed, slamming me into the wall.
A man came running down the hallway.
"It's 6:40am, people are trying to sleep!" he yelled. "Quiet down or I'm calling the cops."
"Mine your fucking business." Shawn growled at the guy, pushing me harder against the wall.
The man looked at me.
"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" he asked.
"She's fucking great. Piss off." spat Shawn.
"I'm calling the cops."
The man ran back down the hallway.
"Get back in the apartment." Shawn yelled, hurting me even more.
"You're h-hurting me-e." I screeched.
Shawn grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall.
"Stop!" I yelled, scratching at his tight grip.
Shawn opened the door and threw me inside. Slamming the door with his foot, he crouched down next to me on the floor.
"You have 5 seconds to apologize before I fucking lose it."
I glared back up at him.
"Go to hell."
Shawn fucking went ape shit. He jumped on top of me and put his hands around my throat. I scratched his face and neck. I wound up my fist and punched him right in the nose.
"Fuck." he said, letting my neck go and grabbing his now bleeding nose.
This was my chance to get out from underneath him. I ran up stairs and got to my phone.
'9-1-'
Before I could dial the last number, Shawn grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back on the bed. He got on top of me once again and started choking me again.
The only thing I could reach was the beside table lamp. With all my strength, I yanked it from the wall and crashed it over Shawn's head.
"Bitch!" he yelled, grabbing his head.
I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find.
"Mel." Shawn said, approaching me. "Put it down."
I swung the knife, making him jump back.
"Stay away from me. I fucking hate you."
"You don't mean that." Shawn pleaded. "Give me the knife."
Fuck, I really messed up his face. There was blood running out of his nose and from a gash on his forehead.
"You're bleeding."
"Gee, I fucking wonder why." he said sarcastically.
Outside we heard sirens and cars pulling up.
"We both are about to be arrested I hope you know. Put down the knife." he said, stepping closer to me.
He grabbed both my wrist, making me drop the knife. He looked deep into my eyes.
Without warning, his lips crashed into . He picked me up and placed me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his torso.
"I fucking hate you." I mumbled as he sucked on my neck.
"Hate you too." he slurred back.
He ripped my nightshirt off, exposing my breast. He violently started sucking and nibbling on one while he teased the other with his free hand.
I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled, making him moan. His name escaped my lips and he sucked harder.
"You like that?" he questioned, pulling me closer.
His boxers looked like they were about to rip. He picked me up again and moved over to the dining table. He pushed everything off, setting me down gently.
"You need to get stitches." I said, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"After I teach you a lesson." he replied, pushing me back on the table.
He pinned my arms above my head and grinned.
