Stolen // Part Two // A Shawn Mendes AU
You wake up and your lower stomach hurts and you know you have to pee. Getting up wasn’t difficult but getting the guy’s attention was. You go to the door and yell, announcing very loudly that you have to pee. No one comes. You end up slamming your shoulder against the door over and over to get their attention. It works and Geoff comes to the door and opens it, glaring at you. Never in your life had you seen someone more annoyed. When you explain you have to pee he sighs as if it’s the most tedious thing ever to walk you to the bathroom.
The minute you get in the bathroom you realize you’ve got a bit of a delima. You can’t get your pants down with your hands tied. You inform Geoff of your problem and he reluctantly agrees to cut your hands free.
In the bathroom you notice there is a small privacy window in the shower. It looks just big enough for you to squeeze through. The navy blue color of the sky tells you it must be early morning, maybe 5am. It was now or never. You stand and step into the cold shower, pushing open the window quietly. It was high enough you would need to stand on the edge of the built in tub below to get yourself up and out. You take a deep breath and haul yourself up on the thin ledge, wedging your shoulders through the window frame.