Lost In Japan

Eighteen

The night before
Shawn

I stepped out of the loud bar for a moment to answer a call from Andrew about a press interview  in a few days about my world tour.

"Alright, that'll work text me about in the morning." I told him and hung up

I walked back in and scanned the room for her, to occupy my hands I ordered a drink, whisky as usual.

When I was younger I never thought I'd like whisky, I always thought I'd like those fruity drinks, like the one Camila loves.

I fiddled with the thin black straw in the glass while I leaned up against the counter. Then I spotted her

She was pushed up against the wall by a guy. He had a tight grip on her arms and his lips were pressed against her neck.

She didn't necessarily look like she was in a hurry to get out his his grip, she didn't look like she was struggling to pull away.

"What the fuck?" I yelled and he pulled away, I used my foot to knock him back.

"Shawn, stop." Camila said

"Get the fuck off of her." I said to him pinning him on the ground using my balled up fist against his cheek

I had two rings on and was using them to my advantage. Security came to pull us apart, camera flashes and a giant crowd were already surrounding me.

I felt my hands be pulled behind my back and I already knew what was about to happen. I watched Camilas face soften from her previous angry furrow, I could have just let this go, but no I had to cause some kind of conflict.

This was supposed to be our week together, we hadn't seen each other over the last few weeks and chances are we probably won't this week. I fucked it up..

They placed the cuffs around my wrist and led me out of the club, I saw some people taking pictures God, the press is gonna have a field day with this one... The red and blue flashing lights were blinding. As we approached the car a cop started reading me my rights.

"You are under arrest, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law." The police said pushing me against the hood of the car

"Do you have any contraband on you? Knives, firearm, drugs?" The cop asked

"No." I responded

I didn't want to say anything more than I had to, not until Andrew or someone from my team was here.

When the cop was done patting me down he shoved me into the back of the car, I could still see flashes from cameras.

God I really fucked this one up.

At the police station they took my photo along with my finger prints... Can't wait to see my mugshot trending on Twitter.

They put me in a cell alone, and I had to sit there thinking about the past 45 minutes and how I fucked up..

I hope that guy isn't still there with my girl pressed against the wall.

I tried to go back to that moment, the moment I saw her pressed against the wall and his lips against her skin, I cringed at the thought, but in that moment she looked terrified, I can't believe I ever thought she wanted that.

"Mendes you have a call." A police officer said unlocking the door and leading me to a different room

I sat down on the uncomfortable metal chair and held the phone against my ear

"Hello?" I asked

"You dumb ass what the fuck did you do?" Andrew asked

"Look I can explain" I told him

"Well good because you have a lot of explaining to do." He sighed "Photos and videos of you beating some guy are all over social media."

"I stepped out of the bar when you called me, I told Camila that I'd be right back, when I got back into the bar I couldn't find her anywhere but then I spotted her. Some guy had her pressed against the wall with his lips against her neck and I was furious. I let all of my pent up anger get the best of me and just started going at him." I said with a sigh, I heard a bit of silence from Andrew "Now I'm worried that guy is still doing some shit to Camila and I can't stop it." I added

"Which bar?" He asked

"Barcode in Miami" I told him

"I'm getting on the first flight to Miami please don't say anything dumb. I mean it this time, this could be the difference between jail and freedom so keep your mouth shut Mendes." Andrew said, he thankfully sounded a little less angry

I hung the phone up and walked back to my cell with the police officer.

He locked the door behind me and I sat on the bed, since Andrew isn't here I have to spent the night here while he travels.

I laid against the hard mattress and tried to fall asleep, I did for a little bit I think but then I woke up to the sound of the door opening.
I looked over and saw Andrew and a police officer standing there

"Get up we have to go." Andrew said "It's Camila..." He said and my fight or flight turned on

I got up and followed him out, we got in the officers car and he started speeding down the road with his lights on

This can't be good

I had no clue where we were going, I just hoped to God that she was okay.

Andrew explained to me that the dude wasn't hurt so there was no reason for me to be in jail.

The car stopped at the hospital and my heart dropped a little bit. We got out and went up to see her..