Shawn Mendes Imagines

Stolen: Part 2

I grabbed my phone, wallet, and my dads gun from his office. I need to find her. I got a text message from a unknown number. I sighed feeling my heart beat out of my chest.

Unknown: your girlfriends kind of pretty, I might wanna keep her :)

Me: get ur filthy hands off of her you bastard, what the hell do u want

Unknown: you

I scoffed shoving my phone in my pocket stomping towards my black jeep.

I got a call from the same person.

"Shawn?" I heard y/n's raspy voice on the other end.

"Baby?! Where are you!?" I said panting.

"Shawn, help please he's torturing me!"

"Where are you y/n?"

"SHAWN!"

The line hung up and looked at the blank screen. I slammed my fists onto the wheel screaming angrily.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I yelled to myself.

I pulled into the haunted house's parking lot watching all the people walk in. Halloween was in two days so it was busy. I looked around for y/n and maybe a guy that looked suspicious. The cops weren't gonna help, they're too stupid to look anywhere. I sighed hopping out of the car. I made my way to the ticket booth slamming my hands on the table. The lady jumped back holding her chest.

"Was there anybody that had a girl with long hair, kinda of short, and (your eye color)?" I asked worried.

"Uh yesterday there was someone who looked like that getting carried off by some young guy with a black jacket" she replied.

I got another call from the number answering it quickly I walked away from her thanking her.

"If you don't tell me where you are I swear to god" I shouted.

"Meet me at the Halloween carnival on Halloween, bring 800$ alone" he said chuckling.

I grunted going back to my car. The money was gonna have to come out of my bank account for my music business. I can't tell my parents or Andrew I'll have to explain later.  Y/n means too much to me, I need to do this now.