London 1 a.m.
Y/n POV -
It has been a long ass day. We just wrapped up Shawn's first show in London and it was a huge success. I have to be back at the venue first thing in the morning for the preparations of his second and last show in the UK, before he leaves London and is gonna take over the rest of Europe. Even though I've only worked with him for a couple of days, I know I'm gonna miss it. Miss him. He is so kind and funny. So open and honest. He seemed genuinely interested, when I told him about Ethan. "So why aren't you with Ethan in L.A. then?" Shawn asked me when I told him where Ethan lives. He stared at me intensely and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, that all of a sudden appeared when I think about being so far away from Ethan. "That's a complicated story." I sighed. I appreciated how Shawn understood that I wasn't ready to talk about it. He just smiled kindly. "Love is a complicated thing, ay?" He said. "I'm sure you'll be reunited with him before you know it." He added.
I just arrived back at Mike's house. Anxiety disperses through my body when I see that the lights in the house are still on. On my way to his house -I just can't bear to say 'our house'- I prayed to God. [I haven't prayed to God ever since I was 12. And back then I prayed that the blonde teenaged singer from my favourite boyband, who I had a massive crush on, would crush on me too. So I guess it's safe to say that I never actually genuinely prayed.] When I was driving to Mike's house I prayed that he would already be asleep. I prayed that I could avoid him this evening. He has been really annoying and touchy ever since I got back. It's draining the energy that I don't even have in the first place. But I guess God doesn't like my disloyalty and the inconsistency of my prayers.. since Mike still seems to be awake. I quickly say another prayer, to try and mend my non existent bond with God. I unlock the door with the key Mike gave me and try my hardest to stay as quiet as possible. "Y/n?" I hear Mike yell from the kitchen and I close my eyes to let the disappointment sink in. I need to go to church next Sunday, because this praying thing is obviously not working. "Hi.." I say to answer Mike. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed." I yell towards the kitchen. Mike peeks his head around the corner. I hate that head. I hate everything about this person and my skin crawls when I hear his voice, see his face or smell his once so comforting scent. "Sure.." he says. "You must be tired." He adds. I nod quickly and sprint up the stairs.
"Hmm.. that was easy. Maybe God is with me after all." I whisper to myself as I get undressed and turn on the shower. I quickly unbraid my hair and step under the showerhead once the water reaches the perfect temperature. The warm water hits my face and washes away the anxiety that came to the surface when I parked my car on the driveway. The water relaxes my muscles and my heartrate goes down. Just like how Ethan can slow down my heartrate. I breathe in deeply and think about Ethan. I wonder if he's doing okay. I wonder what he is doing right now, when a cold wind brushes my back. I hear the shower door open and look around to see Mike getting into the shower with me. My mind starts racing. What do I do?
"I'm already done!" I mumble as I try to get out of the shower, but he barricades my only way out. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me close. "I've missed this!" He breathes against my forehead. My heartrate goes through the roof and I feel my stress level rising. "I- I don't want this, Mike!" I breathe while I try to pull away from him. "Just relax, y/n." He says. "I'll make sure you'll have a good time!" He adds as he starts kissing my neck. His hand travels from my waist to my boob and I feel so violated. "No, Mike! Please, stop!" I yell, but I'm nowhere near strong enough to push this 200lbs weighing man off me. I feel his boner poking against my thigh. "Mike, get off me!" I yell as I feel my throat closing. It's a panic attack. I'm having a panic attack and I can't breath. "No, please Mike!" I keep begging him out of breath. He forcefully pins me against the wall of the shower. "Stop resisting, y/n! We both know you crave a good fuck, after the sloppy sex you had with those twins." He angrily breathes against my lips. I feel tears well up in my eyes. I'm starting to feel dizzy and my arms get tired from trying to push him away. When I stop resisting I feel Mike's grip loosen and I immediately take the chance to step out of the shower. I still feel light headed and weak and I know there is no escaping this. Mike forcefully grabs my arm and stops me from running away from him. He steps out of the shower as well and roughly shoves me against the bathtub. My thigh hits the edge of the tub and it feels like I broke my femur. The sharp pain travels all the way up my spine, while my upper body collapses over the bathtub. "You dumb whore!" He barks at me as his fist hits the side of my head. I lose my balance and fall head back on the bathroom tiles. I feel tears run over my cheeks when Mike grabs my arms with one hand. He opens my legs with his other hand and forcefully enters me. His rough poundings hurt all the way up my stomach. But I cant fight him anymore. I can't move anymore and I feel my back sliding over the bathroom floor with every rough hit. My mind is shutting down and I'm in a haze. My surroundings are getting foggy and my breathing is shallow. "I- I love Ethan.." is all I can say before I lose consciousness.