Welcome to my one shot! It was something that came to mind when I was thinking about reasons Scott's dad doesn't seem to be liked by Scott's mom very much.
Run! Get away! Hurry!
These were some of the few thoughts Scott McCall had as he ran towards his friend's house.
He'll notice you're gone! Hurry! Don't let him catch you!
Scott's breathing was starting to get heavier. He wished he had his inhaler, but in his hast to get away he forgot it.
Don't think about that! Just run! Will away the attack for now!
And Scott did just that as he finally turned onto his friend's street. He was so close to what he hoped would be his ticket to freedom.
Come on now! Your almost there!
He could see his friend's house now. He figured Stiles would be asleep. But that didn't matter to him right now.
Forget him! Stiles dad is the sheriff! You need the sheriff!
Scott was screaming in his mind. He knew it was partly a lie. He knew he needed Stiles as well for comfort if nothing else.
But his comfort won't free you from this! The sheriff will!
Scott was eight years old. And like all eight year olds had been taught that if you're in danger, or lost that you should find a police officer. And right now Scott was both.
Just a few more feet and you'll be free! He won't be able to touch you again!
Scott let a small smile creep onto his lips as he thought of being free of his father's touch.
Finally no more, oh what was it called? Rape! Yes that's it! Daddy won't be able to rape me again!
That word sent chills down Scott's spine. His father had started this when he was three, almost four, and threatened his mother with things Scott didn't really understand to the point where she couldn't tell anyone. Really he shouldn't know this word yet but had overheard it when his mother was yelling at his father last night after another "session". Then he just looked it up on the computer at school when no one was looking and knew he had to get away.
Mom we'll be safe soon! Stiles dad can help us! I know it!
Scott was standing in front of the door now. He raised his fist to knock.
This is it! I can finally be free!
Scott knew that as soon as the sheriff saw him he would have all the evidence he needed to lock up Scott's father. After all just before coming here Scott and his father had another "session". Scott had snuck out, only throwing on a pair of boxers before leaving, right after his dad fell asleep.
Hopefully Stiles has something I can wear while I'm here, and maybe something to stop the pain or at least the blood.
Scott knocked hard several times as he realized the blood and pain in his unmentionable areas for the first time that probably would have noticed sooner had his brain not gone into over drive at the chance to get away.
He's coming! Finally!
Scott's heart pounded in his chest as he saw the lights come on inside. He was finally going to be free! Him and his mom!
Mom…
Scott let tears fall thinking of what she had gone through for him.
The door opened to reveal the sheriff.
"Scott! What happened!?" The sheriff shouted at the sight of his son's friend.
But Scott didn't hear it.
He only heard a song.
A song of freedom…
Ok so let me know what you think. If you want I might do a sequel to this.