Love Drunk 3.0 (Completed)

Chapter 7

London 9 a.m.
Y/n POV -

I'm gently rocking my hips from side to side, while watching the band set up for sound check. I need to keep moving to prevent my muscles from getting tight and achy. I gaze down at my maxi skirt, flowing from one side to another and can't help but hate the way I look. Maxi skirts are so 2017. But this morning, when I tried to squirm myself into my favourite pair of black skinny jeans, I started crying. I started crying when I was halfway. The bruises on my thighs and ass are so sore that every touch makes me flinch. Even the light touch of the denim brushing my thigh, makes me gasp for air.

"Okay.." I breathe as I make my way towards Shawn's dressingroom, trying to hide the fact that I'm limping. It's my last day working with Shawn. Let's make this a great day, I try to convince myself.. but my mind keeps wandering to last night. To Mike, forcing me to have sex with him. "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt me like that.." I mumble, reassuring myself. And.. I know I need to get used to having sex with him again. Mike's harsh words cut deep like a knife. "Next time you better cooperate, if you want to keep that Ethan guy safe!" Mike barked at me when I gained consciousness. "You know me better than anyone.." he continued while I was shivering on the cold bathroom floor. "I don't shy away from conflict, y/n! I will break Ethan's neck as soon as he comes close!" Mike threatens and those words immediately take me back to last summer. When Mike got into a fight with a guy who tapped my ass. Mike ended up having a black eye. But the other guy broke his jaw in 2 places and had food through a tube for at least 6 months. I suddenly visualise Ethan in a hospital bed, with a broken jaw and the thought makes me nauseous. I don't mind taking these hits and this abuse from Mike, as long as he leaves Ethan alone.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I walk past shawn without noticing. He grabs my waist and makes me jump. For a second it feels like Mike, grabbing my waist again. I gasp for air and flinch. A wave of anxiety drowns me immediately and I start crying. "Y/n?" I hear Shawn say. His voice soft and full of concern. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He adds. I try to breathe in deeply. I try to compose myself, but it's not really working. Jesus Christ, Shawn must think I'm a real nutcase. He sits me down again on the couch of his dressing room and hands me one of the bottles of water I filled his fridge with. I try to get comfortable in an attempt to decrease my rising panic attack and slowly cross my legs. No! That hurts and I flinch sitting back up. My skirt flows over my knee and sticks to my thigh. "Your leg!" Shawn breathes as he sees my bruises that have the size of Australia. "What happened?" He whispers as he stares at me with wide eyes. I breathe in deeply and let myself fall back on the couch. So far for telling Shawn I'm so emotional because I'm on my period. He's never gonna fall for that now and that doesn't explain why I got these bruises. "Y/n!" Shawn now says with a firm tone of voice and he sits down next to me. I'm annoyed. Annoyed with myself for getting into this mess and I sigh. Am I really gonna tell him what happened? We get interrupted by a knock on the door and a man with in-ears pops his head around the corner. "Shawn! Sound check in 5!" He yells. I let out a breath of relief. Saved by the fucking bell, is what I'm thinking. But that thought only lasts for a moment when Shawn replies: "Push it back 30 minutes, Ricky!". The man, apparently called Ricky, leaves and closes the door behind him. "What happened?" Shawn says again. I sit back up and place my left hand on my forehead. Slowly rubbing it, while trying to think about where and how to start. "The reason I'm not in L.A. with Ethan.." I say and my heart breaks a little, saying Ethan's name. "It has to do with my ex." I continue and I explain it all to Shawn.

That Mike and I were engaged, that he cheated and that I met Grayson and Ethan. That Mike is blackmailing us and that he forced me to have sex with him yesterday. Shawn's jaw drops. "He raped you.." he breathes. "Forcing someone into having sex is rape.." he says. And those words hit like a ton of bricks. "Y/n.." he says softly as he grabs my hand. "You've got to file a police report." He continues. My eyes widen. Those sex tapes! He will kill Ethan! I can't put Ethan in danger! All the scenarios cross my mind in high speed. Shawn sees the panic in my eyes and decides to try a different approach.

"I know you want to protect Ethan. But you've got to protect yourself as well, y/n." He now says. I'm not convinced by his words. Not at all. I don't want Mike to lay one finger on Ethan.. and I know Mike will try to hurt me, by hurting the one I love. "You know what.. come on tour with us. That way you're away from Mike. But at the same time it will give you a legitimate reason to be away. He wont hurt Ethan when you've got to work!" Shawn adds. "In the meantime we'll figure out how to fix this." He continues. What did I do to deserve him? I trace my wrist tattoo with my finger. The letter E is almost healed. It looks perfect. Just like Ethan. I bite my lip and nod when I make a decision. "Okay.. let's do it. I'll go with you on tour." I say.