I know I already have another one I started, but I wanted to make a sad one. Still Psych, Psych is just to good. Set after The Sweet 16 Tries.
"No, he has to live!" My eyes filled with tears as I had just been told that Shawn might not live from the bullet he took.
Shawn was my father. Yeah, Carlton is to, but Shawn was there for me the most.
I can't lose him.
I ran past my other dad and moms and burst through the door, crying.
Shawn was there, lying on the hospital bed, pale and covered in bandages and IV's.
"Daddy?" I asked in a tear cracked voice.
"Sh, Lu. It's ok." I was so sad I didn't even correct Shawn about my nickname.
I hated that nickname. It sounded like a boys name.
But he was dying, and I don't want him to.
"Daddy, you have to stay alive for me, ok?"
Shawn gave a chuckle, and nodded.
"I love you daddy." I cried harder and hugged him.
And to think all this started with a small case.