Shawn Mendes Imagines

Psychopath (Requested)

You heard the car pull up from the window, he was home. 

You already had Aaron's number on speed dial, your heart began to beat uncontrollably fast and your hands were already shaking.

Your first thought was to run away so he wouldn't find you, you ran up the stairs, hiding under the bed you both shared, or used to...

It all began 2 years ago, Shawn was out of the spotlight and decided to take a break from music and the tour life and decided he wanted to just have some fun with life. Having fun soon turned into him going to the bar every night and him coming home drunk, calling you names you never ever suspected him to ever say out loud or to ever cross his mind, but you knew he didn't mean it. 

You were on the warm wood floor and could hear him struggling to open the door. You quickly grabbed your phone from your back pocket and hit the call button hoping Aaron would pick up, thankfully he did. 

"Hey Y/N!" Aaron rang into the phone 

"A-Aaron, h-he's home" you breathed out 

"O-Okay, I'll get Cameron and we'll be right over, hide" he says before hanging up

you were trapped here with the monster you used to love. 

"Oh Y/N!" his cold voiced cooed in the silent house, his footsteps were loud and getting closer, he was coming up the stairs.

You covered your mouth to hide the sound of your heavy breathing, you lost count how many times you've hid under the bed. 

"Baby... where are you?" his voice has now entered the room, he was in the room. You can see his shoes from under, still, you made no noise.  

"Y/N.... I'm lonely" you can see his face in your mind, his lip pouting

He just paced back in the fourth in the room, not saying a word until the next thing you felt was two cold hands, painfully dragging your fragile body from under the bed. 

You screamed and tried to escape but he already had you, his arms strongly wrapped around your waist, he touched the side of your face as he breathed onto it, smelling like alcohol.

You struggled to get out of his grasp as you were next thrown onto the bed aggressively.   

"Shawn!" You screeched

He thrown himself onto you, violently kissing you 

"You're not getting away that easy" he says smirking, trying to take off your shirt 

You smacked his hand and pulled down your shirt, he looked at you with insult and grabbed you by your hair, yanking you to the floor and dragging you down the stairs.

You had no reason to scream, no one would hear you and this is just another night of the same stuff happening over again.

He threw you down the stairs, you tumbled down just a couple of them, bruises were forming on your body, you can feel them on top of the other bruises that were given to you.

"SIT!" he raised his voice pointing to a chair in the kitchen 

You got up slowly, holding the side of your stomach, limping your way towards it 

"Faster!" he demanded, pushing you, causing you to nearly fall.

you were weak, you felt weak, looked weak. 

Tears were spilling, you sat in the metal  chair, and sat there waiting for further instructions 

Shawn towered over you, you were scared and helpless. His eyes were almost black, as if he had no soul.