Injured

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(Y/N POV)

"Ow!" Shawn yelps as I grazed his bruised and bloodied knuckles.

"Shawn keep still, I have to stop the bleeding." I sigh, holding his hand in my palms.

"Well I can't because it hurts!" He breathes, pulling away from my touch.

"I'm fine anyway (Y/N). Don't worry about me." He adds, getting up to grab his jacket.

"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up and pulling his arm causing him to fall against me.

"I'm going home, I'm tired and I need sleep."

"I'm not letting you go home and bleed to death! Karen is going to kill me if that happens." I retort, getting my keys and pulling him along.

"Where are we going?"

"To the hospital." I answer.

He follows slowly behind me as we get get into the car and drive.

Tension flares between us as the car becomes quiet except for the radio music playing distantly.

"You didn't have to do that you know." I speak up.

"He was going to hit you (Y/N). I wasn't going to let him hit my best friend." He spits, turning his head to the window, gripping his injury.

"He didn't mean to, that's just him Shawn. I can handle him. I've been with him long enough to know." I sigh, leaving out the other parts of what he doesn't know.

"Don't give me that bullshit (Y/N). You don't think I don't see your bruises you try to hide to hide with your long sleeved shirts or leggings? I'm not blind. I just needed to see actual proof so I could beat him." He flares.

"It's honestly nothing Shawn. I'm ok, I know that he loves me and I love him." I cry, sniffling because it's not true.

Derrick has been hurting me since July. We've been dating for 2 years and I moved in with him last year.

I don't know what happened. He just has a temper.

"It's not okay (Y/N). That's abuse and it's illegal. After this I'm going to report him to the cops. He deserves to rot in hell for what he did to you." He sneers as we arrive to the hospital.

"No! Don't please. I-I'll handle it. I swear. Just don't call the cops, he'll get me." I whimper as we sit in front of the hospital.

"See! This is what I'm talking about! You're scared to tell so that's why I'm doing it. That fucker can't do shit to me." He fires, opening the door and slamming it shut.

Tears fall freely as I rest my head on top of the steering wheel.

Shawn doesn't glance at me as the doctors preparing the stitches.

I go to reach for his injured hand but he pulls back, scooting away from me.

I sigh, looking at him before turning away.

The drive home is awkward too. He hasn't said a single word to me since he got out of the car to go into the emergency room.

"Shawn, I know you only want what's best for me and I love you for that, but you can't tell me what I can and can't do." I sigh, parking the car in his driveway.

"Do you just expect me to turn the way knowing he hits you? I can't do that! It hurts me to even think of anyone laying a hand on you! He's no good for you, you can find someone better!" He yells, throwing his bandaged hands up.

"Who's better than him? Who's going to love me? No one Shawn! I have no one, I'm not like you with great parents and sister. I don't have it all, he's all I have." I exclaim.

"You have me (Y/N)! Can't you see? I'm in love with you. I love you and I would never lay a hand on you. I'm better than Derrick can ever be. I can give you everything and more." He admits, sighing.

I choke on my spit as the words flow out of his mouth.

I had a crush on Shawn when we were in high school, but it washed away when I met Derrick.

If I knew he was feeling like this, we wouldn't be here in this situation right now.

"Shawn.... I don't know what to say." I whisper.

"Say you love me back (Y/N)." He mumbles.

"But, I have Derrick and your my bestfriend. I can't think of you any differently. Maybe in the future, but I love Derrick."

He scoffs, getting out of the car.

"I'm not going to wait for you like some dog. Do whatever the fuck you want to do, but don't come to me until you and Derrick break up. I'm not going to watch him abuse you." He slams the door as it echoes as loud as a gunshot.

I break out into sobs clutching my shirt.

What do I do now?

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UNEDITED

Hey this one is not published in the middle of the night :)

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