A/n-Thanks for all the reviews! :D..And sorry it took longer to update than I expected it would. This chapter will be in Jules POV. The rest of the story might be told in her perspective, but I'll let you know if it goes to Shawn's or not. And this might be a little OOC, just so you know… d:
DISCLAIMER: I STILL DON'T OWN PSYCH.. D:
Chapter Two
I wanted to feel bad for leaving Carlton's wedding reception, but I knew he was probably too interested in his new wife to notice that anyone else was even there. That was understandable. And besides, I couldn't feel anything but anger and betrayal anyways.
I opened the door and a gush of cold wind hit me. That's when I realised that I wasn't wearing his jacket anymore. I must have thrown it off as I was leaving. When I reached my car, I kicked my heels off and threw them onto the passenger seat. Driving with heels smaller than these were annoying on a normal day. I didn't need anything else on my mind.
As I was driving home, I tried not to think. I wanted to stay as numb as possible. At least until I got home. To our home. I shook that thought out of my head. I had to keep my head clear. The whole 20 minute car ride home was a blur. After I slowly walked up my front steps, I locked the door behind me to keep Shawn out; but it wouldn't help anyways since he has a key of his own.
Falling in love with you was never part of the plan.
I quickly got out of my dress and got into the shower before I could fall apart. I told myself I would get through this. I grew up with a conman as a father so I knew how to deal with this. But in a way this was completely different. Shawn was my boyfriend. I trusted him. I grew up with Frank; I was used to how he was very since I was very young. But Shawn? I thought he was the one person that I could trust to be there for me and not lie to me.
I'm good at what I do, and what I do… is good. Isn't it? Isn't it? No, it's not. Yes he put away murders, but he lied and did it as a "psychic". My mind was sticking up for him, my heart was screaming at me that he was wrong, all while on the outside it seemed like nothing was wrong. Well, apart from my trembling hands and unsteady breathing. My composure was slowly cracking.
Gosh, I am so stupid.
I got out of the shower and put sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt on. When I walked out of my bathroom I noticed how much of a mess my room was. Shawn had clothes, shoes, and just everything laying everywhere. Out of rage I grabbed his suitcase and stuffed everything of his in sight into the bag. I struggled carrying it down the hall and to the front door. I opened the door and threw it as hard as I could. I felt accomplished even though it only went a couple feet away from the door.
I didn't realise how much I was shaking until I sat down and reached for the remote, and I didn't realise how close I was to breaking at seams until silence surrounded me. Shawn's words still were echoing in my head. In fact, they were the only thing I could hear. Falling in love with you was never part of the plan. I know I was overreacting and twisting his words into something that they didn't mean, but they still pierced me every time I thought them. My mind drifted without warning.
I look out my kitchen window as I'm waiting for my tea to be done. I am still in shock from our newest-and last- encounter with Mr Yin. I know he is dead and everything, but I just can't get passed the memories of being tied to that clock tower. I still had nightmares about it.
I hear my alarm system beep twice indicating someone just walked through my front door. "Shawn," I call out with a voice I'm not used to. A voice that is layered in fear and stress. I eye the place where I have a gun hidden for emergencies.
"Yah, it's me," he says. He comes around the corner and stops in the doorway. I know he's looking at me in confusion, but I don't turn around: I just continue to look outside at the almost set sun. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He walks towards me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I turn around and pull him into a hug. He puts one of his hands on the back of my head and asks, "You're still worried about the Yin case, aren't you." Not wanting to move from this position, I just nod. "Did you already forget what I told you this morning?" I smile and looked up at him.
"Yah, I think I did. I think you might have to remind me." He knows I'm only kidding, but plays along. I just want to hear him say it again.
"I will always protect you," he smiles down at me before kissing me on the tip of my nose. "Always. Someone will have to get through this perfectly sculpted man of steel before they could even get close to you."
"I love you, Shawn."
"And I… love… you," he says between kisses on my nose. I wrinkle it before putting my head back onto his chest. He holds me a little tighter. "And just so you know, I will never hurt you either."
I shook the memories and lies from my head and turned my TV to my favourite channel. I smiled for a second when I found that there was a The Mentalist marathon on, but that happiness only lasted a few seconds until I realised how similar that show was to my life.
And that was when I finally broke down and started crying alone.
Sorry I suck at writing . Well I hope you liked it even though I feel like it was soo OOC.. And sorry if The Mentalist doesn't really match up with the story.. I only know a little about the show and didn't think to look it up until I was writing this sentence.. hah. Well I hope you like it and thanks for reading! Please review (:
~~Angie
