Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Mental Patient (Part 2)

My heartbeat increased once I heard the footsteps coming up from the stairs. I looked out the window and into the yard where the moonlight glimmered over the stunning meadow-like back. My hands clenched the silk white sheets as the keypad from the door dinged. 

"Awe you waited for me." The monster cooed as he closed the door behind him, locking it with the passcode.

He threw a manila folder file on the dresser before coming towards me.

My throat clenched every time he would approach the bed as I sat there in my silk nightgown robe.

Red specifically. 

The bed dipped down on the side I was sitting on, my legs were folded pointing towards the other way as I exhaled looking at the brunette who had kidnapped me nearly 2 months ago.

I squealed at the contact of his hand caressing my upper thigh. His lips slowly trailed up against my forehead in a romantic manner.

I couldn't help but choke out a sob, feeling his sympathetic smile against my cheek.

"It's okay baby, no one's going to find you. You are perfectly safe here." His arms that had gotten muscular over the 2 months he had trapped me here, in this neighborhood house in the Candian suburbs. The way they wrapped around me as if he saved me. When really, he was slowly damaging me.

I leaned into his chest sobbing.

The first month I fought back, refused and rejected anything he gave me. Put up a fight whenever I had the chance to. Ignore him with the coldest and harshest side I could find deep within me.

Moving onto the 2nd month. I am weak. He took away my sanity. 

Sooner or later, he would be able to crack me open and read me like a book. 

He was getting closer to me I could feel it.

"You know I missed you. So fucking much." He buried his head into my hair, inhaling as much of my scent as he could.

I haven't seen him in the past 3 days. And it scared me. 

"Shawn." My voice cracked as I looked at him, my eyes puffy and red, my desperate tears ready to run from my face and onto his hands where he would catch them.

"Yes, baby." He focused his attention on tucking a few stray hands of my hair behind my ear.

I stared down at my hands where a big diamond ring occupied the space of my middle finger. I wanted to take it off but I knew if I did Shawn would get angry and I did not want to upset Shawn in my weak state.

"I need to go home." I whimpered. His eyes finally met mine, amusement, and confusion flashing like a stoplight.

"And why is that baby?" The smirk already forming on his face.

"I-it's been 2 mon-"

"That's not the answer baby," he shook his head at me, shaking his pointer finger in front of my face.

"It is." I grit through my teeth.

His mood immediately changed and he threw me off from his lap. Standing up quickly he retrieved the file folder from the dresser, scanning it with absolutely no emotion on his face. Other than the sudden amusement.

I backed away to the other side of the bed, back against the headboard while clutching the sheets to my chest.

"Baby you always lie to me." He shook his head disapprovingly before he acquainted himself back to his original seat on the bed.

I didn't want to respond. I was drained.

"You see," He opened the folder to show old health records and pictures of the 15-year-old girl who was once emitted in her mother's health clinic. "I found this, in your mother's office. Did you know she gave up on looking for you, the whole town thinks your dead." The last part came off as a laugh.