𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 61

And then... the bomb drops.

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I sit on my couch in the living room, listening to a song and staring at the dried out rose Shawn left me before he left.

I tried to let it grow at first, desperately trying to keep a part of Shawn alive.

Then a few days later I decided to let it die. Just like he killed all the light in my heart. 

I'm vibing with the music in my ears when I hear someone pounding on my door with his fist. I pull the earbuds out of my ears and throw them on the couch before standing up and running to the door. 

Aristo starts to bark loudly and I quickly put him in my room.

My broken heart finally started to heal now two months later I still haven't heard anything from Shawn. I'm trying to heal and let it go, although it's not likely all the pain will disappear.

I bought a basement downtown. Not where I will kidnap and lock people away or anything, it's just like this big awesome game room with a bed and television, along with a lot of other things I like. 

I don't have a very good reason for buying it. There was this day I was feeling down and I didn't have a "fun" place to go, so I bought it and made my own fun place, a place to lay low.

I sigh and pull the door open. My heart skips a beat when I see Shawn standing in the door opening. I stare at him with the doorknob in my hand. Is it really him?

He disappeared for two months, I cried my eyes out for him, and here he is, standing in the door opening of my apartment.

'Hello, Beth.' He says with a husky voice.

All I feel is anger and I want to hit him in the face, but I manage to control myself. 

Why the fuck hasn't he let anything know while he was away? 

We get back from vacation, he buys me a Husky, we practically started living together and then he just vanishes from the earth...

'Where the fuck have you been?!' I raise my voice.

I grab his wrist and pull him inside the apartment and close the door behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I don't know what to feel or think. Right now all my anger is mixed with pain and love.

'Nothing important. I had some things to take care of.' He says, standing still in the middle of my living room.

He reeks of alcohol and cigarettes, but I can see that he isn't drunk. It's dark outside, but the curtains in my living room aren't closed. You can see all the beautiful lights of the city. 

I was heartbroken when a week passed and a month later I still didn't hear anything from him. I tried to let go, just accept the fact that he wouldn't be coming back. For a moment I even thought he died, but here he is, perfectly fine.

'Nothing important?!' I snap.

'You left for two months, Mendes! It better be very fucking important!' I yell.

'No, it's not! I'm back now, we can move on!' He raises his voice too.

'Listen.' My voice sounds calm and I take a few steps in his direction.

'You're either going to tell me where the fuck you've been all this time, or you can leave and never come back.' I say, meaning every word of it.

He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair. I don't think he believes me.