The worst type of crying

Shawn's eyes snapped open, he winced by his head started spinning. His vision was blurry, he felt like a drunk. He blinked to clear his vision and tried to press his on hand on his forehead, but his hands were tied together by a rope.

When his vision cleared back to normal, he rolled his eyes around. He was in a room, sitting on a chair, a tape was on his mouth so that he couldn't shout.

The room was dark. Shawn understood it's a basement, a living room. But why was he here? How was he here? He didn't panicked, he just closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember what happened.

"Bella!"

Shawn's grip on Bella's hands started to loosen by shock. How is it possible? Why is she here? Is it any kind of mistake or what? He couldn't believe it.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her again. She was looking expressionless, it caused his breath hitched in his throat. He was voiceless, totally stunned. "Explain everything. Or tell me it's not true." He said with his shaky voice,