Debt

7: Fucked

The picture is their house :)

Abrielle woke up and looked over at Shawn, his arms still around her. She just lied there for a moment in his embrace. The feeling of his strong arms around her was one that she found herself enjoying. Even fully conscious.

She had never seen him asleep, and for the first time, she witnessed his guard down. And he was a beautiful man. She stroked his facial hair softly, enjoying the nappiness of it.

She began to think that maybe she could give him a baby. If he actually put it on paper, maybe he really wanted it. And she wanted to be a mother. Daryl would likely find someone else. So she was going to make due. Shawn wasn't all that bad. At least, when it came to her, she knew he was being gentle.

When Shawn awakened, he took her hand away from his face, almost startling her as he got out of the bed abruptly.

She watched him leave the room like he was never in it, and she sat there. She was confused. Why would he come lay with her just to dip like that in the morning? What had she done to him?

She got out of the bed. "Shawn!" she called. He didn't respond to her, and she got out of the bed, following him out of the room. "Shawn, seriously."

She followed him all the way down the stairs, and he said nothing to her at all. Didn't mumble a word. And she didn't understand it. Why the sudden mood shift? When he had cuddled her so tightly the night before, why would he just wake up and dip like she was a ho that let him hit the first night?

When they got to the bottom of the steps, Shawn turned to her so swiftly that it made her cower back a step. It had been a while since she felt the need to do that.

"What, Abrielle? Why are you following me? Don't you think I would talk to you if I wanted to be bothered with you?" he hissed.

"I just-"

"Just what?! Assumed that I would leave you in a room because I wanted company?"

She felt tears on her eyelids and he got irritated. She knew how he felt about that crying shit. And here she went.

"There you go right back to that fucking crybaby shit! What the fuck?"

"Fuck you," she said, turning back up the stairs, wiping her eyes. "You make me sick."

"You not here for us to be friends, baby," he called as she made her way back.

Shawn went to the kitchen and started making himself something to eat. Abrielle ran into Evan on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"Huh? Oh... I'm... I'm fine," she managed. She hadn't even noticed him.

"So you just translate for Shawn?" he checked.

She rolled her eyes. It would appear that was all that she was here for now. And she didn't understand.

"Yeah. And he's a pain in the ass too."

Evan kind of laughed at that. Abrielle looked at him and noticed he had a nice smile. Hell, he was good-looking period!

"How old are you?" she wondered, checking out his well-developed muscle and his growing facial hair.

"Seventeen. You?"

"Eighteen."

Evan smiled at her, the same dimples in his cheeks as his uncle had. "An older woman," he teased. "My name is Evan, by the way."

Shawn was coming back up the stairs and was not happy with what he saw and stormed past the two teens in a huff of irritation. Abrielle sighed.

"Are you sure you just his translator?" Evan asked, turning back to Bri. "He not acting like hisself."