I woke up two hours later in a chair with bruises on my arms and legs. I looked around the room. We had somehow made it to the dean's office.
Mickie: Holy shit, my head hurts…
Shawn: When are you going to learn to watch your mouth little girl?
I looked up and sort of saw Shawn, but my vision was really fuzzy so I really didn't.
Mickie: Where am I?
Shawn: You're in my office, Mickie.
Mickie: Ok, new question, WHY?
Shawn: Because I'm going to get rid of you.
Mickie: …excuse me?
Shawn: *laughs with no humor* Again you say that.
Mickie: Why don't you like me? What did I ever do to you?
Shawn: You've turned my son into a delinquent.
Mickie: Son… *confused*
Shawn waved his hand and there was my John. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. John was unconscious.
Mickie: OMG…John? John is your son? B-but his dad loves me!
Shawn: No Mickie, I don't.
Mickie: *starting to freak out* Shawn, please! Please listen to me! You like me. You've always liked me. Please don't kill me!
Shawn: *puts a hand over her mouth and pets her head trying to calm her* Hush dear, you'll wake John. I don't want to scare him.
I was crying behind his hand. I really was so afraid for my life. Candice and Kelly were still out. I heard someone walk into the room.
Shawn, is this her?
Shawn: Yes, this is her. *pulls his hand away*
Hmmm, she looks like someone that would want to take him away from us.
Mickie: Um, who they hell are you?
*laughs* I am someone that loves John like a son.
Mickie: But who are you?