This is my first Boy Meets World fic, so I'm sorry if it s not quality. Thank you for reading : D
Disclaimer: I own neither BMW nor their hilariously 90's clothes.
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Shawn Hunter hopped restlessly off his bed. How dare Cory go out of town on a Sunday? He could hardly believe the betrayal. Of course, Shawn could just walk outside and flip his hair and any woman within a mile would come running. But he wasn t up for that kind of company right now. Maybe it was the fact that he d been listening to his father and two women just outside the door for most of the night. They were gone now, but it hardly got him in the mood to make out.
It had been 3 weeks since Shawn had left Mr. Turner s apartment. He d loved living there. What wasn t to love? It was safe, comfortable, regular meals, it couldn t be driven away from you. And for a while, Shawn had even thought someone there had cared about him. But Mr. Turner hadn t signed the adoption papers; he didn t even want Shawn. Besides, he belonged with his dad. And if he hadn t gone with his dad, how much longer would Turner have let him stay. He had already been getting annoyed with him. Everyone did eventually.
With his true family or not, Shawn was hungry. He d usually eat at Cory s, but, as has already been said, some friends are traitorous porcupines who go on vacations with their families. He wrenched open the door and nearly stumbled over his father s unconscious form. Sighing in disgust, Shawn stepped over Chet s massive body. He grabbed his coat and pulled it on as he strode out of the mobile home.
A moment later he was banging on the Stecchino's door. "Open up Frankie, I'm starving!" Shawn kicked the door angrily, and yelled, "Put down your freakin poetry book and open the door!" Oh damn, he remembered, It s Sunday! Vader's match is on Sunday. Damn that freaking barking madman!
Twenty minutes later, Shawn was pulling his jacket tighter around him against the wind. Who knew that Philly got so darn cold in October? He d been wandering and somehow ended up downtown. Shawn glanced around him, hands shoved in his pockets as his shoes struck the sidewalk. The faces of less than savory city people leered at him, and he lowered his head, hair falling into his eyes. Finally, he reached the tall apartment building. He knew his way, as he'd called this place home for nearly a year. He'd spent a lot of time there hanging with Cory, talking to Turner about his problems. Jon was always trying to teach them lessons, like he and Cory needed them!
Reaching the 5th floor he strode down to the 8th room. He didn t really know why he was here. There was of course the fact that he was famished, and he had never gone to the apartment and left hungry. Not to mention the nagging feeling of loneliness that had plagued him since his return to the trailer park. It wasn t that his dad didn t care about him, it was just who he was. Shawn couldn t blame him for that. He reached up his hand to knock and heard voices from inside. Was that a girl? He'd never understood how Feeny with an earring got so many girls.
'What am I doing?' He sighed and dropped his hand. Turner was just his teacher. A teacher he'd lived with for a year, but still just his English teacher. Shawn turned around and plodded back down the stairs. He d just go back to the trailer park and wait for his dad to regain consciousness.
He stepped out onto the lamp lit streets and shoved his hands back in his pockets. He turned a corner and ran smack into someone. A rather large someone. "Hey there pretty."
The voice felt like slime. Shawn shuddered and tried to back up. "Sorry, I didn t see you there; I'll just get out of your way."
The big man sneered and grabbed his arm. "I don't think so, boy. See, this is our alley. And we don't take too kindly to people just waltzing down our alley. But with your flippy hair, we might just be able to work something out."
Shawn felt himself being dragged further into the darkness, and, although it went against every principle and moral he possessed, wished with all his will his hair was a little less luscious. "No, really, I'm sorry," he squeaked, hating the unmanly fear in his voice. The man and his cronies just laughed.
The enormous man holding his arm chuckled. "It's okay, beautiful." He crashed his lips to Shawn s, and stuck his slimy tongue deep into the 15 year old s mouth. Shawn struggled frantically, gagging on the disgusting organ invading his throat. He finally pulled his head free, gasping and terrified. He examined his surroundings; there were 4 men, all huge, but the biggest was the leader and Shawn s current captor.
"Get away from me!" he screamed.
The man's face turned dark. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy!" He rammed his ham of a fist hard into Shawn s eye. The boy went limp, gasping in pain. The man thrust him against the brick wall as the others closed in. "Now you just stay quiet lad, and we ll go easy on you."
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Sorry it was short; the later chapters will be longer. Review please! Flames sadden me, but if you really feel the need, have at it.
