i look at myself in the mirror, the bruises on my face still visible. there's gotta be something that can cover this up.. scavenging into my room, i search for some concealer; anything really. wait, my vanity! wow, how intelligent of you to search everywhere, but there.

opening my vanity's drawers, there laid stacks and stacks of different foundations. concealers, highlighters, bronzers, eyeshadow palettes, eyeliner, and more. holy shit! everything was unopened and clean, shaking away my sudden love for makeup. they're all in my shade.

i find a small tube of concealer, a concealer brush from another drawer, and some setting powder. standing up from crouching, i sit in front of my vanity. the hollywood lights illuminating my jacked face, you look horrible. i got to work on covering the imperfections, my under eyes had darkened. wincing as i smooth concealer gently on the purple area, the injury looking less visible.

before i knew it the bruises on my face were completely gone, i set my makeup. as i stare at myself in the mirror, my smile falters. this hurts. no knowledge of where i am, who i am, and to top it all off being scarred forever.

"zelly! come down here!"

feeling my scalp prickle, i twiddle my fingers nervously. my stomach gurgling, why is he calling me? my heart begins to beat uncontrollably, my palms beginning to sweat. swallowing my fear, i open my bedroom door, carefully walking downstairs. he didn't sound drunk, at least there was that.

"there you are,"

i hear from behind me, quickly whipping my head, he stands before me shirtless. presented as if he had lived in this house longer than i, his jet black hair tousled. my fists begin to tighten, my knuckles turning white.

"what do you want?"

my voice is surprisingly confident, a little too confident. his eyebrows raise at my tone, a look of anger casted behind his dark orbs.

"i want you on your knees,"

my throat goes dry, what did he just say? he waits for me, pointing to the ground in front of him. i laugh, good joke!

"not going to happen, sweet-cheeks."

in a second he grabs me by my collar, his grip far from gentle. all humor gone, his hands grip onto me harshly. harsh enough to produce a pained sound.

"i'm not going to ask again, knees now."

his eyes gleam danger, he shoves me backwards bleakly. my back hits the wall behind me, i hold in a screech of hurt. don't push his buttons, zelly. i secretly look to my side, seeing a table holding a glass vase full of flowers. biting my lip provocatively, hoping i'd show the whore he wanted, his lips curve in a sadistic smile.

i drop to my knees, my hands going up his legs, i stop myself from gagging. almost there... i reach the hem of his pants, dropping my fake act with a wicked glare, i grab the vase off the table. standing up quickly, i smash it against his head, the sound of glass breaking. he's soaked in water, and his blood as large pieces of glass shards stick out from his forehead; to the right side of his face. making a run for the door, i twist the knob open, please let me out this time.

he curses out loudly, in pain from my hard smash. the invisible barrier had lifted, i'm free! before my hopes could truly reach its peak, i hit a barrier at the end of my staircase in front of my palace. how?-

"get back here, you piece of shit!"

he shouts, i bang on the invisible force, tears falling. please let me out. i can hear his steps getting closer, looking around me. it's almost as if there was someone in the shadows of the forest that surrounded me. who is that?

the figure was getting closer, not another abuser. my blood runs cold, i walk as far away as i can from both the door and the nearby stranger. who is that?

"come here you little-"

my eyes water as he grabs my arm forcefully, his grip death tight. in a blink of an eye, he's on the floor groaning, i turn to see the stranger who was in the woods. oh my god.

"w-who-"

"i'm shawn."

his voice is gentle and smooth, reassuring even. he had a white t-shirt on, his brown hair quiff, and his blue skinny jeans. wow, he's handsome. ian begins to sit up from the ground, his nose bleeding, shawn takes a look at him again. throwing another full blown punch at his jaw, i can hear a crack as his face hits the marble stairs.

i don't flinch, he's a monster.

"do you need me to take his sorry ass out?"

i give him a small smile, kicking the rapist in the stomach. he's knocked out cold, but will feel it once he awakens. shawn takes it as a yes, dragging the body away to the woods. my legs give out, as i take a seat, my arm had a bruise on it. the one ian had grabbed before the unknown hero, shawn, came to save the day.

"when will i ever be able to leave?"

i whisper under my breath, shawn is back in no time. he wipes his hands off on his pants, taking a seat next to me.

"are you okay?"

i bite my tongue, fearing that i'd crack under this man's gaze. he opens his arm up, signaling for me to come and hug.

"i'm okay."

my voice cracks, far from the truth. he sighs, leaning in close, his arm wraps around my shoulders; pulling me into him. don't do it, zelly.

"thank you,"

this man had saved me, i may have not been able to leave the mansion, but he had stopped ian. shawn's arm holds me tighter.

"i'm so sorry for what he was about to do, no girl deserves that."

shawn's voice sounded pained, disgusted with ian. if only you knew what had happened recently..

"what are you doing here all alone?"

my shoulders slumped.

"i have no idea, i woke up in a bed upstairs, not knowing anything but my name. that's really all of it."

my answer was truthful, he scrunched his eyebrows together. how cute.

"well, if you'd like i can call the police-"

don't abide to him, zelly. say no. i hear a voice in my head lecture me, my mind had been compelled to do so. what the hell?

"no, thank you."

my voice clipped, what was i saying? i need to seek help, i'm fighting against my mind. yeah, you're going insane. shawn had hesitated at my response, i stand up, pulling away from his warmth. my body moving without me intending too, what's wrong with me?

i try to fight against the pull, but it's no use. my body passes through the entrance, i can feel the barrier take hold again, tears spring to my eyes.

"wait, where are you going?"

i turn around, the tears falling down my cheeks. i can't let you be trapped in here with me.

"please leave."

i struggle to get out, as much as i want you to stay. you're a kind soul, a beautiful human being. why does this have to be so hard? he shakes his head as if i were insane.

"you're alone here in the middle of the woods, i'm not leaving you."

his voice is stern, he walks up to the door post, my eyes widen.

"NO!"

before he can make it, the barrier stops him as his body bounces back by the invisible force. i breathe a breath of relief, thank god. his look of confusion showing briefly.

"i told you to go,"

i repeat, he touches the invisible barrier, looking shocked a bit. but his shock turning to anger, and mixed with sadness?

"you're trapped.."

his sounds pained, my heart constricts at his tone of voice.

"i'll be okay, i can't have you stuck in here with me."

"how?"

i shake my head, unable to explain it. shawn sighs, holding his balled fists up to the barrier.

shawn's pov

staring at the girl in front of me, her green eyes show agony. she must have gone through so much with that guy, for fucks sake she must've been abused by him. i mean i just stopped him from hitting her, what else could have gone down while i wasn't there to help? the thought makes my blood run cold in rage, i punch hard onto the force. no use of getting through, in my chest, i feel a pull to stay with her.

to protect her with everything i've got, there's just something about this girl that i need. she takes a step towards me, her hand raising to meet mine. our hands aligned , but separate because of the barrier. i lean my forehead against the force, my heart feeling heavy.

"i'll get you out of here,"

she puts her forehead against the force as well, i open my eyes to see more tears fall down her beautiful complexion.

"i promise."