Scary Night ✔

Chap 16 (He's Shawn Mendes)

He parked his car along the seashore. A man was standing there. First I couldn't see his face since he was facing the sea but when I walked up to him, he turned around showing the same freaky smirk he was wearing that night.

"See who's here", he frowned as his eyes were fixed at me.

I was standing quiet because he had become my phobia.

Whenever I came across any witness from that scary night, I used to behave terribly odd. I felt as if my feet were frozen and my voice jammed somewhere in my throat. As if my brain was permitted to think about any other thing and started replaying that night, recalling every minor detail from how I went to that hotel to how I barely saved myself from a monster.

"Wha-t do y-ou w-ant?", rolling my fists into a curly ball I asked as I forced these words to come out of my mouth.

"You", revealing his malicious smile he replied.

I looked down at the ground to avoid his evil eyes.

"Don't be scared of me beautiful. I won't hurt you as long as you serve me and do what I say", he stepped ahead.

"How can I serve you?", I asked as I took one step backwards.

"You have got a chicken who lays golden eggs. I want to slaughter it to take golden eggs out of it all at once", he kept stepping toward me as I was stepping backwards.

"I don't know what are you talking about", I said.

"Let's make a deal. You already know your stepmom has received a handsome amount from me in exchange for you. Now when you've something more expensive than yourself I've been changed my mind. F*ck yourself with the boy you've been living for a month and record all that. Hand over the recording to me then you're all free", he said.

"What do you want from Shawn? Do you want to blackmail him?", I asked since I was clueless. They were after me so why Shawn now?

"Blackmailing is an old fashion. We will give the video to someone who will pay us millions of dollars in exchange for it", he replied as I was still unaware of what he was talking about.

"Why would someone give you this much for a porn video when the Internet is immersed with them?", I asked as I stopped when my back hit with something heavy, his bodyguard.

"It's not ordinary porn. It would be the famous singer Shawn Mendes making out with a girl", did I hear right? Did he say, singer?

"Who's the singer?", I asked as he started laughing sarcastically.

"You really don't know?", his bad breath smelling alcohol was falling on my skin.

"You're lying!", I bluntly said.

He signalled one of his bodyguards. He handed him a mobile. He typed 'Shawn Mendes' in the search bar of Google. My eyes went ever that wide they actually were when he showed me the screen.

"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes is a Canadian singer and songwriter", I mumbled, reading out the search.

"He's a singer?", I thought to myself.

"No wonder how he was playing guitar that good", I gave a sudden jerk of my head to bring myself back to my senses.

"I will never do that!", I refused to look straight into his eyes.

"Then I'll do all that with you. Your body is just way too sexy", he slipped his finger down my face slowly.

"I don't care", I whispered in an audible voice.

How could I do that? Things would be the same if he told me that he was a singer. I didn't know why he hid that from me but he saved me.

He saved my life many times. First time when he brought me to his home, the second when I was about to jump off the balcony, third when I was fighting my depression, fourth when I thought I would never get to see him again in the mall.

He had been saving me since the time I ran into him. His existence itself was enough to push me to live, breathe openly. How could I do this to him? For me, if anything mattered most that moment, it was only Shawn.

"You are going to be responsible for the death of that young white chicken", he had seen the care of Shawn reflecting in my eyes.

"You can't kill anyone", I gulped down the fear that was gathering back in my throat for the last few minutes.

"I believe I can do sweetheart. We smuggle drugs and even girls. If someone keeps poking his nose into our business we eventually kill them without flinching", off the top of my head, he went again with his vile smirk.

"You've one week. Recording or the boy. The decision is yours", he walked away with all his men.

The tears I was holding back for minutes finally streamed down my face. It couldn't be any worse.

Shawn, the only boy I ever loved in my life turned out to be the most famous singer. Shawn, the one who believed in me, let me stayed with him risking his own career. Shawn, the boy who cared about me more than anyone else. Shawn, who showed me his mercy as if there was nothing holding him back from doing that. Shawn, who treated me better than anyone could. Shawn, who actually made me the Queen. Shawn, who waited for me to be ready. Shawn, who never left me alone.

I seemed to be stuck in a situation that would end either by cutting off my head or ripping apart my soul.