Shawn Mendes Imagines

One Small Act

For ThorHorse
This idea was really good! But the imagine isn't that good since I suck at imagery🤷🏻‍♀️. Sorry I'm slow as hell. 😭

Y/N ~
         Hearing the clacking of keys go through the door knob, I pause the TV to greet Shawn at the door.

"Hey, how was your day?" I asked, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek. The second my lips met his skin I could tell the amount of alcohol he drank.

"Have you been drinking?" My concern grew with every avoidance of eye contact. It wasn't normal for Shawn to drink this much.

"No. Let's go to sleep; I'm tired." Faking a yawn, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and begins to kiss the side of neck as if I never even spoke a word. Pushing him off of me, I rolled my eyes, and tried to walk over to the kitchen. Tried. The feeling of pure shock and pain attacked my arm as Shawn twisted me around to face him.

"I said 'let's go to sleep.'" My expression had turned into complete disgust for the sudden act (or at least what I had hoped it was) he put on. He pulled me closer, hands tightly wrapped around my waist, and once again started to apply sweet pressure onto my collar bone.

What's even happening to him?

"No, get off of me. Anyone could smell your club stench from a mile away, Act like that again, and you're sleeping on the couch."

"Like hell I'm sleeping on the couch. Who the hell do you even think you are?!"

It all came in as a flash to me; the lightening before the thunder. My cheeks had a late reaction to the sudden slap given to me. It was a sting like no other.

"Don't talk like you have a place." A stern shudder ran down my spine at the sound of his chilling voice. Once a voice I could easily get lost listening to, now the one I fear most.

With tears beginning to pour, he dragged me into the bedroom, forcing me to be in the grasps of a psychopath.

Before he could do the unthinkable to me, he passed out like a light, arms still wrapped around me. My body felt frozen and stiffer now that he was passed out.

How... why? Since when did he act like this? This all happened too fast for me to be able to sit down and actually comprehend what was going on. I understand that he drank, but drinking shouldn't be an excuse for abuse.

Abuse.

I practically felt my teeth chatter thinking that this may become a normal situation for me.

I can't let 3 years of my life go to waste. I think I've invested too much of my love to him to just forget it all in one small act.

One.

Small.

Act.

What a way to describe the actions of a traumatizing experience........

Imma make a pt.2.

I wanted to get this out since I'm slow af.