Fame | Shawn Mendes

Chapter 63; Truth & Comforting

"You're giving me an ultimatum?" my mother asked in disbelieve.

"Yes I am. Tell me or get the hell out of my life. For good."

It was so hard to tell her that. I was risking our relationship and I wouldn't know what to do if she decides to not tell me and leave. She can't.

"Fine, you want me to leave? I will."

My eyes widened in shock as she chose the option that was going to break my heart.

"You're kidding. You choose to leave me and then what? Never talk to me again because you know I have a right to know? You won't tell me a simple little thing and rather risk our relationship. What kind of mother are you?"

"Don't tell me what kind of mother I am! I raised you! ALONE! For seventeen years and you've become a role model to so many people! I'm not a bad mother and you know that! Why can't you just accept the fact that I can't tell you about the man that ruined my life!" she screamed.

"So by getting you pregnant he ruined your life? I ruined your life?" I asked with tears in my eyes. I should've known in the first place that no one was having a baby by choice at the age of seventeen.

Her eyes softened as she tried to touch my arm but I flinched away. "I didn't mean it like that. You're the best thing that ever happened to me," she tried but it doesn't change what she said.

"You didn't ruin my life. You're the only thing that held me together and made me happy after what he did," she whispered as her own tears fell down her cheeks.

"We never have to talk about it again. Just tell me what he did and who he is," I said frustrated that she was so stubborn.

"I-I...I can't," she sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

"What did he do!" I screamed, sobbing myself but I didn't try to cover up the emotions that ran through me. Frustration, Anger, Love...

"He raped me."

Silence.

"What?" I asked in disbelieve as she was now full on crying.

"He raped me when I was seventeen. You're the result of his actions and it hurts so bad but you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Who is he?" I asked, my body shaking as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"James Hall."

I opened my mouth again to ask more questions but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Without another thought I wrapped my arms around her shacking body as she cried into my shoulder.

"What's going on here?" Ethan asked as he appeared at the door and looked kinda taken aback by us crying, uncontrollably.

"Just...give us a minute," I chocked out and he hesitated but nodded and walked back inside where Shawn was looking out of the window with a concerned expression on his face.

"Mom, I know it must be hard but I need you to answer my questions," I said, gently. She pulled away, wiped her tears and nodded before sitting down and waiting for me to ask her whatever the hell I wanted to know.

"Do you know where he is?" I asked unsure if I even wanted to know after what I had just found out.

"Prison. He was sentenced to nineteen years because of...rape, drugs and stuff. He deserves to rot in hell. After I found out I was pregnant my parents freaked out and threatened me every day to kick me out. The only reason why they didn't was because of you. One month after you were born I turned eighteen and moved out without telling anyone where I was going. Of course, I sued him and I had to go to court a couple of times until he was finally locked away. My parents didn't support me while I was having the hardest time of my life. Going to court and raising a child only being seventeen years old but I managed and now look at you. Beautiful, kind, talented..."

"I need some time alone right now. I love you mom," I whispered and before she could even open her mouth to say anything I was already gone. I ran inside and past Ethan & Shawn who both yelled my name as I ran out the front door, trying to escape the thoughts that are hunting me.

I ran down the street and took a view turns in an attempt to loose Shawn who was yelling my name and running after me. I didn't want to explain to him what I found out about the person that was absent in my life.

My vision blurred as new tears replaced old ones. I breathed unevenly as I tried to keep up with the speed I had started with but the crying didn't help in that matter and so I started stumbling and I had to slow down.

Within a split second my body collided with someone's body from behind me and I fell to the ground, holding onto the arm that was around my neck, holding me.

My knees met the hard concrete and my body bend forward as I held onto Shawn's arm like my life was depending on it.

No words were spoken as I let seventeen years of frustration, anger and sadness out of my body. The way he was holding me so tight made me slowly calm down and only a few sobs were heard as I tried to calm down so I was able to speak or even move from the position we were in.

"Let's get you home," Shawn whispered in my ear but I was too exhausted to reply. He helped me up and before I knew it he was carrying me in his arms.

I hid my face in his chest and held tightly onto his shirt. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed as I was slowly drifting to sleep.

I heard my mother saying something to Shawn and her hand ran through my hair for a few seconds before she kissed my head and not a minute later I was laying in my comfortable bed, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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I woke up, noticing that no one was holding me, tightly like I was expecting.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room but Shawn was no where in sight. I got out of bed and noticed that I was wearing sweatpants instead of jeans. Shawn must've changed me.

I walked down the stairs and heard someon in the kitchen. As I walked around the corner and into the kitchen I saw Shawn, making breakfast.

I walked silently and wrapped my arms around his bare torso, making him jump in surprise. I placed a kiss to his back and ran my hands up and down before he turned in my arms and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay, I guess," I shrugged, looking up at him only to see that he was already looking down at me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked like he would always do even though I always decline his offer and so he was surprised when I agreed.

I jumped on the counter and took his hand in mine as he stood between my legs. And so I started telling him about anything and everything that had something to do with the subject that I always tried so hard to ignore.

He listened to every single word that had left my mouth and he never once interrupted me. All he did was kiss my hand and ran his hands up my thighs and to my back to relax me.

"I just...I think I want to meet him," I admitted but I wasn't so sure if my mother would be so fond of the idea.
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