˗ˏˋcolombiaˎˊ˗ [book #1] [under construction]

• • 09 ¬

i woke by kisses being placed all over my face. i thought the whole thing of gilbert was a dream and it was shawn, but when i opened my eyes, it was still gilbert. i lightly pushed his chest.

"good morning, beautiful." he smiled, sheepishly. "morning." i mumbled, sitting up. gilbert layed on my lap.

what the fuck does this boy think he's doing?

"uhm, gilbert, stop. you're hurting me." i partly lied. my wound was still healing.

he looked up at me, his jaw clenched. he stood up and pulled me up, abruptly.

"listen here, little bitch, i do what i wanna do. you don't tell me what to do. if i wanna touch you, i touch you. understand?" he growled. i nodded and he threw me on the bed. he left, slamming the door.

i bursted into tears.

"sh-shawn, where are you?" i sobbed out. "wh-where are y-ou?"

• • shawn's pov ¬

"jack, we need to save zee." i said, bursting into his office.

"yeah, i know." he grumbled, before looking down at his desk. i furrowed my eyebrows.

"what are you looking at?" he leaned back in his chair.

"you know how jerome (yas jerome jarre) used to work for the police?" i nodded.

"well, the lucky thing about him being there, is that there's public blueprints in the whole city of medellin's buildings." he said, a sly smile plastered on his face.

i looked down at the blueprint and  it had the exact outline of gilbert's place.

"so, what's the plan?"

"you remember cameron's friend?"

• • zee's pov ¬

i bit my lip as i pulled on the tight shorts and the same v-neck i was wearing.

i looked like a total slut.

there was a soft knock on the door. i slightly opened it.

there was a girl, around 19, holding a pair of jeans and shawn's, now, washed plaid shirt.

"here's your shirt and some jeans. incase you don't feel comfortable in that." she said in the softest voice. i grabbed the clothes from her hand.

"thanks, uh.."

"aubree." she answered.

"thanks, aubree." i said.

"AUBREE! WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR SLUT-ASS?!" gilbert's voice was even scarier than before.

"hurry, get in the bathroom and lock it." i whispered to her, pushing her into the small room.

i saw the lights flick off and the bedroom door swing open.

"where the fuck do you have aubree?!" he shouted at me.

"who's aubree?" i shrugged.

"don't play fucking stupid with me."

a rustling noise came from the bathroom.

goddamnit, aubree.

gilbert kicked the door down and pulled aubree out from her hair. i quickly stood up and pushed gilbert away from her.

"stop! don't touch her!" i yelled at him.

"get away, zee." he growled.

"no."

his harsh hand gave me a hard blow on the face, causing me to fall.

he grabbed aubree and they left the room.

i tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.

• • ¬

i was fumbling with my fingers and intertwining them for about 15 minutes until gilbert came, with a calm face.

this dude is fucking bipolar.

"hey, baby." he cooed.

bleh.

"how about we try what we started yesterday?" he didn't give me time the decline his disturbing offer before pressing his lips on mine. i tried to push him off, but he simply grabbed my waist and placed me on his lap.

he tried to push his tongue in my mouth, but i kept my mouth shut. he growled and his hand slid down to my ass. he squeezed it, causing me to gasp and his tongue darted in.

he started to undo the top buttons its his shirt (omg but really imagine that) before there was a knock on the door.

"FUCKING HELL! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" he screamed, opening the door.

"mr. rivera is here, mr. gilbert."