And then... the bomb drops.

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I sit on my couch in the living room, listening to a song and staring at the dried out rose Shawn left me before he left.

I tried to let it grow at first, desperately trying to keep a part of Shawn alive.

Then a few days later I decided to let it die. Just like he killed all the light in my heart. 

I'm vibing with the music in my ears when I hear someone pounding on my door with his fist. I pull the earbuds out of my ears and throw them on the couch before standing up and running to the door. 

Aristo starts to bark loudly and I quickly put him in my room.

My broken heart finally started to heal now two months later I still haven't heard anything from Shawn. I'm trying to heal and let it go, although it's not likely all the pain will disappear.

I bought a basement downtown. Not where I will kidnap and lock people away or anything, it's just like this big awesome game room with a bed and television, along with a lot of other things I like. 

I don't have a very good reason for buying it. There was this day I was feeling down and I didn't have a "fun" place to go, so I bought it and made my own fun place, a place to lay low.

I sigh and pull the door open. My heart skips a beat when I see Shawn standing in the door opening. I stare at him with the doorknob in my hand. Is it really him?

He disappeared for two months, I cried my eyes out for him, and here he is, standing in the door opening of my apartment.

'Hello, Beth.' He says with a husky voice.

All I feel is anger and I want to hit him in the face, but I manage to control myself. 

Why the fuck hasn't he let anything know while he was away? 

We get back from vacation, he buys me a Husky, we practically started living together and then he just vanishes from the earth...

'Where the fuck have you been?!' I raise my voice.

I grab his wrist and pull him inside the apartment and close the door behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I don't know what to feel or think. Right now all my anger is mixed with pain and love.

'Nothing important. I had some things to take care of.' He says, standing still in the middle of my living room.

He reeks of alcohol and cigarettes, but I can see that he isn't drunk. It's dark outside, but the curtains in my living room aren't closed. You can see all the beautiful lights of the city. 

I was heartbroken when a week passed and a month later I still didn't hear anything from him. I tried to let go, just accept the fact that he wouldn't be coming back. For a moment I even thought he died, but here he is, perfectly fine.

'Nothing important?!' I snap.

'You left for two months, Mendes! It better be very fucking important!' I yell.

'No, it's not! I'm back now, we can move on!' He raises his voice too.

'Listen.' My voice sounds calm and I take a few steps in his direction.

'You're either going to tell me where the fuck you've been all this time, or you can leave and never come back.' I say, meaning every word of it.

He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair. I don't think he believes me.

'I'm not telling you shit.' He says.

'Then leave.' I say.

'Are you fucking serious right now?!' He looks into my eyes.

'Yes! Of course I'm fucking serious! You left me to rot, Shawn! You broke my heart, I cried my eyes out for you! I finally managed to crawl out of the darkness and I'm not letting you drag me back there!' I walk to the door and open it for him.

'So you either talk or leave.'

'Fuck!' He yells, pulling at his hair with both hands. 

'I can't tell you.' He takes a few steps to the big windows.

'You are walking in the wrong direction. Leave!' I say again.

'I'm not leaving!' He turns around and looks into my eyes.

'I will call the police.'

'No you won't.' He says, sitting down on the big grey couch in my living room.

He is right, I won't call the police, but I don't like his attitude. He has the audacity to disappear for two months and barge in on me like this.

Shawn sits there in silence... his hands on his head. I won't call the police, but I do know a way to get him to either leave this house or talk to me.

I walk away to my bedroom and open the door, Aristo running toward Shawn on full speed, barking like crazy. Shawn jumps up from the couch and throws himself against the wall as Aristo's barks fill the whole apartment. 

I see the terrified expression on his face as he tries to get away from my dog. Aristo has grown into a big husky, and when I told Shawn I would train him, I wasn't joking...

'He might bite if you don't start talking.' I cross my hands in front of my chest.

Aristo won't bite him, but since Shawn left for such a long time Aristo has forgotten who he is and sees him as an intruder. And he doesn't like intruders.

'Ok! I will talk! Get him away from me!' Shawn yells when Aristo jumps.

I make a clicking sound with my tongue and Aristo stops barking. He turns around and walks away as if nothing just happened and I smile a little, seeing his training paid off.

'Sit down please.' Shawn says, his hand on his chest.

'I will stand, thank you. Start talking.' I put my hands in my pockets.

'Can I get a hug first? I haven't seen you in so long.' He says.

'No! I'm trying really hard not to break every bone in your body, so you better start talking.' My heart starts to hammer in my chest out of nervousness.

I knew I shouldn't have let my suspiciousness go while we were on vacation. I knew he was hiding something, I fucking knew it!

'The death of Adam Wolff wasn't an accident.' He says, sitting down on the couch.

I frown.

'Yes it was, the detective said so herself.'

'Listen, Beth. It wasn't.' He says, nervously moving his leg up and down.

Adam Wolff is the guy who died of MDMA at Camila's graduation party. Shawn got exonerated because he wasn't the killer... because he wasn't the killer.

I bring my hand to my mouth out of shock and stare at him, afraid to ask him what I think he's telling me.

'You killed him?' Tears start to well up in my eyes.

'No! Yes... I kind of did.' He whispers.

'Kind of did?!' I yell. 'You can't kind of kill someone, either you did it or you didn't!'

'I didn't kill him! I was asked to confirm that he was at that party... and I did!' He sighs. 'And then he died, so it was my fault... in a way.' He stands up and walks to me.

I take a step back and raise one of my hands in the air to stop him when Shawn reaches out to touch me, not because I'm scared of him or anything, but because I can't stand him at the moment.

Every crazy idea I thought of, this wasn't one of them. I forgot about Adam Wolff, the trial and everything surrounding it.

But what does his death have to do with him? And why was Shawn asked to confirm if he was at the party?

'Explain yourself.' I walk to the couch, pushing my own emotions aside.

'Start at the beginning...'

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