Halos & Duets (A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10- Little Kids

I walked into Shawn's room to find Cam laying on his bed.

"Hey Cam!" I said waving at him.

"Marie!" he yelled smiling. "Can you come here for a second?"

I walked over to his bed and sat next to him. He sat up to talk to me.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

I gave him a small half broken smile. "I'm okay. Trying to stay strong for Shawn. He's the one who's really hurt here."

He nodded. "I understand. But sometimes you can't always be strong, so just know that if you need to vent or cry, I'm here. Okay?"

I smiled. "Thank you so much, Cam. You've been like a big brother to me and I can't thank you enough for that."

"Well, I wouldn't mind like a burger", he said laughing. "But seriously, you're welcome. I know you'd do the same for me."

"Who has the best big brother ever?" I asked.

"Hayes?" he asked jokingly.

"Me, silly!" I exclaimed.

He pulled me into a hug. "And I have the best little sister ever", he said.

I smiled and broke from the hug. "Night!" I said.

I walked over to Shawn's bed. He was just staring at the wall thinking again.

I sighed. I know he's beating himself up inside. He's thinking if he hadn't let me go to the room with Carter, this wouldn't have happened.

I crawled in the bed next to him and took his hand in mine. "Shawn", I said trying to get his attention.

I knew he was just zoning out. "Hmm?" he answered without looking at me.

"Shawn look at me", I said.

He wasn't paying attention. I turned his head so he would look at me.

His eyes met mine. "It's not your fault, Shawn. I know what you're thinking, but it's not true."

He cut me off. "Yes it is."

"No. It's not. If you hadn't let me go then, he might've found a way to get me alone another time", I said. "None of this is your fault, Shawn."

I wasn't expecting him to forget about the situation so quickly. I knew he wouldn't. But I'm just hoping I can get him to stop beating himself up inside. He needs to understand it's not his fault.

We haven't really talked about it, but I know he doesn't want to and I'm okay with that.

He nodded. "Marie, is there anything else I need to know?"

Oh crap. Should I tell him about the bruises? I mean I know I should. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Right? If I just keep wearing make up until they go away he'll never know. He doesn't need another reason to beat himself up.

"He's gonna find out, Marie", my stupid conscience said.

I don't wanna lie, but I hate to see him so upset. Either one is gonna hurt him. I don't suppose there's a way I can just avoid the question? No? Okay. Well I guess I'll just lie and hope he doesn't find out. But I hate lying to him so much. Ugh!

"Marie? Is there anything else I need to know?" he repeated.

"N-no", I stuttered. I'm such a bad liar.

"You sure", he asked.

"Uh huh."

"Okay", he said. "Let's get some sleep."