Hello, I know that its just a flashback and a bit extra, but it is something. I've been really busy and have had personal issues that needed to be addressed. I will admit that writing is a great stress reliever, so count on more coming soon. Love you all for reviewing. It truly makes my day. Thank you so much!

"Shawn, time to wake up! You're going to be late for school!" Henry shouted to his still sleeping son. Shawn moved his head to the side, ignoring the annoying father next to him and the pain he still felt. He moaned. It has been two weeks. Two weeks and he still feels pain and he still can't sleep without nightmares, and his dad doesn't know but won't leave him alone.

"Dad, I don't feel good. Can I just go in early tomorrow and stay home today?" He asked, body curling but jerking back as pain flared. He would kill for some painkillers.

"This better be a joke Shawn because you missed too much school already." Henry started, arms crossing and frown appearing.

"I missed two fricken days!" Shawn protested. He felt his blankets rip away from his body and another shot of pain rushed through him. He heard Henry gasp.

"Shawn…" Henry murmured. Shawn took a glance at himself and noticed he was bleeding again. That was why he felt so sick. He saw his dad staring and suddenly wished he had his blankets.

"Stop staring at me!" Shawn exploded, whipping himself out of bed and quickly meeting the floor.

"Shawn! What the hell happened?" Henry shouted, quickly helping Shawn up off the floor. Shawn flinched and gave a tight hiss.

"Nothing, leave me alone!" He cried. He didn't want to be touched. Ever again.

"Shawn! Shawn! Talk to me! What happened!?" Henry said, sitting Shawn on the bed. Shawn looked around and feeling exposed, wanted to cover up. He grabbed his pillow and stuffed it in front of himself. It was no blanket but will do for now. He looked up at his dad and willed himself not to cry.

"D-dad. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? For what? What the hell is going on?" Henry asked, his gruff voice softening with concern as he observed his son's wide eyes and trembling lips. Shawn's green hazel eyes whipped back and forth between the door and his father, then settled down to stare intently onto his lap. His hands squeezed the pillow closer. Should he tell his father? He wished Gus would take him away from here. Then, as if Gus was psychic, his phone began to ring. Shawn snatched his phone before his father could protest.

"Hello?" He answered into the phone, happy to not be talking with his father.

"Shawn, its Gus. How ya doing?" Gus said with earnest.

"Yeah, I can hang today, but you need to come and pick me up. Bring your mom's car." Shawn replied, praying that his friend understood and get his butt over as soon as possible. His eyes burned from unshed tears and he could feel his father's stare.

"Alright, Shawn, I'll be right there." Gus responded, hanging up the phone. Shawn slowly put the phone back in its cradle.

"You can't go out, you're bleeding. You need to go to the hospital." Henry told him, sternly. Shawn gave him a fierce glare.

"Gus will take me." Shawn retorted, pulling the pillow even closer; his knuckles turned white. Henry took note of the vibe his son was giving off. Suddenly, Shawn whipped his pillow off and got to his feet. He took a fraction of a second to steady himself. Shawn then managed to grab some clothes next to his bed.

"Shawn!" His father yelled, not missing the involuntary flinch the younger gave. Not missing a beat, Shawn stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Henry's long slumbering fatherly instinct awakened with a jolt and his heart began to beat faster and faster. His trained ears heard the sound of a car, most likely Gus, pulling in. Henry stood by the bathroom door, listening to the shower run. He wiped an aging hand over his face, stopping to pinch the bridge of his nose. He heard the front door open as Gus stepped inside.

"Shawn?!" Gus shouted into the house. At the call, Shawn finally turned the water off, and, after a few minutes, finally swung open the door. He was revealed wearing jeans, a white shirt and a green button up. Henry stepped in front of him.

"You're not going out, Shawn!" He yelled to his son. Shawn glared at him. Glared. A cold, hard stare that held more than any soul so young should hold. Henry distantly noticed the shinning in his son's eyes. The desperation of wanting to get away from his father, the fear of the people in the world, and his own self loathing seeped into the depths of his hazel green eyes. Silence loomed and Gus's footsteps could be heard as he bounded up the stairs.

"Uh, Mr. Spencer?" Gus stuttered from behind.

"Gus! There you are! Let's get going." Shawn growled. Henry grabbed Shawn's shoulder and Shawn snapped. He roughly pushed his father away.

"Fuck, Dad, don't you get it! I was raped!" Shawn shouted coarsely. Henry's eyes widened and he let his arms fall to his side.

"Shawn" He whispered. Gus looked very uncomfortable between the two.

"Uh, do you want me to come back?" Gus asked.

FLASHBACK ENDS

"Shawn, kiddo? You listening to me?" Henry chimed in. He had momentarily taken his eyes off the road to take a glance at his son. When he saw Shawn's blank stare, Henry shook the boy's shoulders.

"Uh, yeah, Dad. I'm right here." Shawn responded in an absent tone. Shawn watched the beauty of Santa Barbra pass by, but, to him, beauty was the farthest thing in mind.

Like I said not much, but enough to get me thinking. I hope to hear what you think. Thanks again.