TITLE: Wrong Turn
CHAPTER/TITLE: Chapter One/Prologue
RATING: T (violence/language)
A/N: Hey look! My first TEENLOCK story! Hooray! I love kid and teenlock. We'll see how I do!
Chapter One: Prologue
One wrong turn.
That was it.
One wrong turn and Hamish and Helen Watson were dead.
That was it.
One stupid wrong left turn down a stupid wrong road where a stupid drunk driver decided to plow right into the parents.
Helen Watson was DOA. Died upon impact.
Hamish bled out in the ambulance.
And John Watson, who had been in the back seat, walked away alive.
The teenager suffered a shard of glass through a broken shoulder and a banged up knee that gave him a noticeable limp. He had refused the crutches. He didn't deserve them. Didn't want them. Because every time he accidentally put pressure on the wrong leg, the pain was a punishment. His penance.
That stupid wrong turn.
The funeral was small and brief and John was perfectly okay with that. The selfish part of him didn't want to share his grief with all those strangers. The guilty part of him didn't want them to see him. To look at him.
Pity. Blame. It didn't matter. He hated them both, even if he knew he deserved one of them.
Harriet Watson stood at John's side when the lines started. Family members and strangers alike solemnly made their slow way forward to shake the newly made orphans' hands. A few even risked a hug. Harry accepted the embraces warmly. John simply stiffened.
That night, after stoically facing down the day, Harry locked herself in her bedroom. John could hear the screaming sobs from across the house, where he had hidden himself away in the bathroom.
John didn't cry though.
John Watson hadn't shed a single tear since the accident.
Instead, he merely glared at his own reflection, loathing what he was seeing.