Ok, I think you guys have been patient, and its time for the denial to stop. Shawn is about to get help whether he wants it or not. A warning: this chapter may feel forced. I struggle with sad so bear with me.
Chapter 8
"I don't know what to say," I said looking down at my hands, "I'm fine."
The fine thing was starting to sound lame to even my own ears. I could only hope they would buy it this time. I could feel the façade cracking, and I really wasn't ready for it to do that yet.
"The truth Shawn. That's all we ever wanted. We just want to help you and protect you. Your only 15, and that is to young for whatever you dealing with." Jonathan said this all in a soft soothing voice that you use for frighten animals.
I kept looking down. I knew if I looked up and in his eyes that I could crack like an egg. I was always a sucker for kind words.
"Shawn tell us. Nothing bad will happen." Mr. Feeney said gently.
I knew they were lying. A lot of bad thing would happen if I told them anything. They were acting like they knew and understood, but they didn't. I find when people actually do hear the truth it scares them. And I would end up back at square one, only with more abandonment issues. My therapy bill was going to be high enough when I reached 30. I didn't want to add to it.
"There is nothing to tell." My voice was soft and unconvincing even to me.
Jonathan moved closer to me and lifted my chin up and made eye contact.
"Its ok Shawn, no one will ever hurt you again."
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Author's note:
So short, I know. You guys deserve so much more, especially for the reviews. But we've made progress, and the next chapter will be a lot longer. And this is not a slash story, and I don't think it ever will be. I'm trying to stick to the characters as much as possible. I'm to try and update some time during the weekend or this week. So check back soon.
