I honestly don't know what I should rate this as. It has child abuse, but it isn't graphic. So its rated T for now but if you think it should be rated something else let me know.

Yes I'm starting another a story but I plan on finishing just about all of my current stories within the next couple of weeks, days for maybe one or two.

Please review and let me know what you think of this!

Santa Barbra CA, 1984

"Angela!" Shawn ran down the sidewalk over to his friend. Angela turned and looked at him. She stopped walking to let him catch up; once he did they continued to walk towards the school. Shawn noticed that his friend was wearing the exact same dress yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. In his hand was a red lunch box; in hers was a brown crumbled bag.

"Hey Shawn," she gave a tiny smile.

"You okay?" he asked. She nodded and rubbed her right arm quickly but with Shawn's dad's training he noticed it.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine Shawn," she assured and he nodded. She had long blonde hair, red hairclips, and grey eyes. Her hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. They walked into the classroom and walked to their desks. They sat in the back next the window.

"Alright get out your books." Mrs. Randall told them and they all did so. Angela took off her thin white sweater and placed it on the ground next to her.

"Do problems 1 through 10," Mrs. Randall instructed. She began to walk down the aisles of kids. On her right arm Shawn noticed long bruises he leaned towards her more to get a better look.

"Mr. Spencer! Eyes on your own paper," Mrs. Randall yelled at him. He looked back at his paper and started his work. Mrs. Randall turned around and saw the bruises on her arm. Angela saw her looks and shifted so her arm was out of sight.

After school Shawn and Angela were walking outside when Shawn's mom pulled up.

"Bye Angela," Shawn waved to her as he got into the car.

"Would you like a ride Angela?" Maddie asked.

"No thank you Mrs. Spencer. Bye Shawn!" she waved back to him. Maddie smiled and pulled away. She noticed that Shawn was awfully quite on the way home. When they got inside Shawn ran upstairs to his room.

"Hey sweetie," Henry walked into the kitchen a few hours later.

"Henry I think something's wrong with Shawn," Maddie glanced up.

"Why do you think that?"

"He was quite Henry. Can you just talk to him?" she begged and he nodded. He went upstairs and entered Shawn's room.

"Hey kiddo." Henry went inside and sat on Shawn's bed. He was looking outside at the old tree.

"Hi dad,"

"Is everything okay?" Henry asked.

"Dad why would a kid have bruises on her arm? And why would she wear the same old dress every day?"

"Well it could be many things. Child abuse for one-" he stopped speaking just taking notice of what Shawn had asked and what he had said.

"Shawn is there something you want to tell me?" Henry put a hand on Shawn's shoulder and he turned slowly. "Who is she?"

"Angela." Shawn whispered. Henry had seen Angela a few times when he picked up Shawn from school on those rare occasions.

"What about her?" Shawn shifted.

"In class today I saw her arm and it had long bruises on it. She's been wearing the same dress for about 2 weeks." Shawn said and Henry's breathing hitched.

"Okay Shawn come with me." Henry picked Shawn up and he walked down stairs.

"Maddie we're going to the station." Henry announced.

"What? Why?"

"I think… I'll explain later." he said and they all went to the car.

2 Hours Later

Shawn stood by his mom's side, she was holding his hand. Angela's mom was in a squad car, while his dad was in Angela's house. It was about 11 at night so the sky was black. Police lights along with an ambulance lit up the street. Being raised at the police department Shawn knew everyone there. He even knew the corner Lindsey Scott. Lindsey walked into the house and Shawn noticed her black bag in hand.

Inside Henry was standing over the body of Angela Carter. After Shawn told the chief what he had saw they had rushed over to the Carter's house only to find that they had been too late. Henry sighed as Lindsey walked into the room.

"How you doin Sargent?"

"Not too good. This girl was one of my son's friends."

"I'm sorry to hear that,"

"Thanks. What's the COD?" Henry asked when he honestly already knew.

"Well… it looks like child abuse. She has many bruises," Lindsey lifted up Angela's sleeves reveling dark bruises.

"What finally… killed her?" Henry gulped along with Lindsey sighing.

"Strangulation. It seems that her air flow was restricted by someone holding her neck." The room was silent.

"How late were we?" his question was asked. The other cops including the chief went and stood next to Henry.

"Just minutes," Lindsey whispered. The answer was unbearable for Henry so he left the room and he went outside. The first thing he noticed was his son's hardened face. He knew that Shawn knew that Angela was dead. Henry also knew that this night was going to haunt Shawn for years. Henry walked over to Shawn and knelt in front of him.

"Just know. It wasn't your fault." Henry told him. Shawn wrapped his arms around Henry's neck, he bent his head and he started to cry. Henry held Shawn close to him, with his arms around Shawn's back he managed to give some comfort.

"It's okay," Henry soothed rubbing Shawn's back as he cried.

So continue it?