Shawn Mendes Imagines

One Small Act pt.2

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This ain't shit.... sorry ThorHorse lol. Sorry this took so long too. This isn't that long of a read, but you should sit down for this one.

Y/N ~
      The distance between us is gradually getting larger with every day passing by. Just thinking of the incident makes some part of me shiver like ice.

I've tried my best to let it go, but it's unforgettable. I may just be an inferior person, but my mind is stuck on it. Our routine has been the same every single day for the past week, just separated a little more. A week isn't that long of a time to feel "separated," but it feels like it's been forever.

Im still in love with him, but his heart is a feather in a stack of needles.

Shawn no longer gives me the type of love I need.

A pair of arms suddenly embraces me from behind, sending goosebumps all over my skin. My frail hands immediately shut the notebook in my hands before Shawn could get any sight of what's going inside of my mind.

"Whatcha writing?" Shawn asks, resting his head on my shoulder. "Nothing." I lie, turning around to face him. I'm not sure what I look like right now, but I must look like plastic.

"Oh come on, lemme read it," he bites his tongue and swiftly snatches the book from my grasp. I try my best to lean over his long wall and take back the book, but I am still too short to reach it.

I watch his facial expressions as he reads every heartfelt detail in my entry with unease.

Taking glances between me and the paper, Shawn becomes very confused. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nope, now give it back to me." His face fills with utter disgust as he tosses the book onto my desktop.

"I don't get it." He angrily mumbles, hands on hips and eyes watching the shadows casted by the sun dance across the carpet. "I should've guessed this would happen."

"Guessed what would happen?" I respond to his unease.

"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" He turns his head towards me, vein prominently pulsing in his neck.

"What?! N-no! I love you, Shawn. I wouldn't do that to you." I try to place my hand on his shoulder, but he vigorously shakes me off.

"What the fuck else would 'Shawn no longer gives me the type of love I need' mean?!" Clearly frustrated, he mumbles unintelligible words to himself and clenches his fists tight.

"Shawn, it's not what you thi--"

"Like hell it isn't what I think! You cold blooded liar!" With large stomps, he storms out of the room.

"I'm checking the cameras! You said you stopped loving me last week, so now I know where to start, you asshole!"

"I never said I stopped loving you! Please don't look at them!" I was practically begging now. "If you didn't cheat, then you'd want me to look at the footage. You're just mad you got fucking caught."

He instantly clicks on the Bluetooth connected security camera app on his desktop to replay the past footage.

What else can I do? It has been proven before that he is much stronger than me, and there seems as though there is no stopping him in search. I never wanted him to be exposed to his true drunk nature.

I slowly take a seat at our dining table and engulf myself in tears. Our relationship is over. I look over to a security camera aimed directly at the dining room table and couldn't help but think of what a terrible circumstance I am in. I place my face back into my slippery hands, hoping this would all be over soon. I lack the amount of courage needed to watch Shawn as he observes his own downfall. The only sense clear to me is my hearing, although I wish it wasn't.

"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?!"

The loudness of his hand reaching the surface of my cheek made it feel as if I was reliving the experience.

After a moment of loud screams in my head telling me to hide, everything goes silent. The video is done playing, and I am now stuck with him and my guilt-filled mind.

Should I do a part 3 or just end it here? Idk what to do, in detail, for a part 3.