Dangerous Secrets
Part 1
Thunder crashed outside the windows of the buildings, as rain poured down in heavy sheets. The usual hustle and bustle of people were gone, none of them wanting to be out in such weather as this. Yet, one man stood, looking around, his clothes were torn in several places, his hair looked in serious need of a trim, and his expression was one of utter fury.
Spotting what he was looking for, he pushed open the door to a large apartment building.
"Turner." He growled at a lady who was also in the lobby.
"I beg your pardon?" She asked, taking in his disheveled state.
"Does a man by the name of Turner live here?" He snarled in the same tone.
"Why, yes, I think so… Floor 3, I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure of the exact apartment." The man advanced on her suddenly.
Grabbing her by her shirt, he flung her sharply against a wall. She gasped, and stared up at him with terrified eyes.
"Why… why did you do that?" She asked, getting gingerly to her feet.
The man just smiled. "Just my way of saying thanks." This said, he walked off, leaving the woman trembling in fear.
-
"Now Shawn," John Turner began, facing the boy who'd started living with him just over 3 months ago. "I'll be back by 10:30, I expect you to be in bed."
"Fine." Shawn muttered, not taking his eyes from the TV screen.
"All right, well, see you tomorrow then." John said, heading for the door.
Shawn took his eyes off the TV. Something in him was screaming for John not to go, to stay here with him, to protect him… Shawn shrugged it away.
"Yeah, seeya tomorrow John." He said, returning his eyes to the TV.
-
It was sometime later that Shawn again took his eyes from the TV. He could've sworn he'd heard someone knocking at the apartment's front door… But when he turned off the TV, all he could hear was the pounding of the rain, and the occasional clap of thunder.
'Probably just the wind…' He told himself, turning on the TV again. But a minute later, he heard the sound again. As if someone was pounding vigorously on the door.
It sent shivers down his spine, thinking that someone wanted to get in here that badly. A robber, perhaps? Again, that voice in the back of his head wished that John was back. But he wouldn't be back for another two hours, at least.
Suddenly, with out warning, the door flue open. A man in tattered clothes stood in the doorway.
Shawn leaped from the couch in surprise.
"There you are." The man growled.
"What?" Shawn squeaked, terrified.
"Why are you here?" The man demanded, and it was then that Shawn recognized him. It was his father…
"D-Dad?" He almost whispered.
But instead of embracing his son like Shawn had expected, the man walked over to him, and punched him in the face.
His fist hit Shawn Square in the eye, and he let out a whimper and put a hand to it.
The man said nothing. "And the next time I tell you to do something, you do it!" He snapped, turning towards the door. But before he left, he turned back to face the terrified boy.
"Listen here boy, you tell anyone about this, and die." That said, Chet Hunter left the apartment, slamming the door as he did.
Shawn collapsed back onto the couch, almost shaking with fear.
Never in his life had his father done anything like what he'd just done to him.
"What did I do?" Shawn whispered to the empty apartment. "What did I do to disserve that?" He fought down the lump, which had formed, in his throat, but he couldn't hold back a few tears, which found their way down his face.
Laying down the couch, Shawn prepared to wait for the man who really felt like a father to him, John. But, 10:30 came and went, and still no sine of John. Shawn wasn't about to go to bed, not until he walked in that door… Not how tired he got… He refused to go to bed. Not until he was sure that he was safe…
Slowly though, Shawn's eye lids closed, as sleep over took the young 15-year-old.
Around midnight, John finally returned, and was surprised to find Shawn asleep on the couch.
He had a five-minute debate as to weather or not to wake the boy, then decided against it.
He did however, before going to bed, put a blanket over him. Taking one last look at the boy he thought of as a son to him, John Turner went to bed.
In his sleep, Shawn felt the blanket being placed over him, and a part of him was relieved that John was safe… But, that left his mind free to toy with the events that had just happened, and Shawn's dreams were now filled with visions of his father, hurting all the people he cared about, because of him…
[A/N
Well, this is my first BMW ficsy, so, whaddya think? Suckie, I know. Sorry, I'll try to do better in the next part, that is if you guys want me to continue…
Y'know, I do like reviews, so I'd really like it if you'd leave me one…
I know, Chet was really OOC, but this was the best kind of idea I could think of. I also know that there's an actual ep in titled Dangerous Secret, but I didn't know this at the time that I first started writing this, and I can't think of a better title.
I think that's everything… Wait, I need to put the stupid disclaimer…
BMW isn't mine, it belongs to… well, it's not mine, and that's all that matters.
Review please!
Kasumi
Part 1
Thunder crashed outside the windows of the buildings, as rain poured down in heavy sheets. The usual hustle and bustle of people were gone, none of them wanting to be out in such weather as this. Yet, one man stood, looking around, his clothes were torn in several places, his hair looked in serious need of a trim, and his expression was one of utter fury.
Spotting what he was looking for, he pushed open the door to a large apartment building.
"Turner." He growled at a lady who was also in the lobby.
"I beg your pardon?" She asked, taking in his disheveled state.
"Does a man by the name of Turner live here?" He snarled in the same tone.
"Why, yes, I think so… Floor 3, I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure of the exact apartment." The man advanced on her suddenly.
Grabbing her by her shirt, he flung her sharply against a wall. She gasped, and stared up at him with terrified eyes.
"Why… why did you do that?" She asked, getting gingerly to her feet.
The man just smiled. "Just my way of saying thanks." This said, he walked off, leaving the woman trembling in fear.
-
"Now Shawn," John Turner began, facing the boy who'd started living with him just over 3 months ago. "I'll be back by 10:30, I expect you to be in bed."
"Fine." Shawn muttered, not taking his eyes from the TV screen.
"All right, well, see you tomorrow then." John said, heading for the door.
Shawn took his eyes off the TV. Something in him was screaming for John not to go, to stay here with him, to protect him… Shawn shrugged it away.
"Yeah, seeya tomorrow John." He said, returning his eyes to the TV.
-
It was sometime later that Shawn again took his eyes from the TV. He could've sworn he'd heard someone knocking at the apartment's front door… But when he turned off the TV, all he could hear was the pounding of the rain, and the occasional clap of thunder.
'Probably just the wind…' He told himself, turning on the TV again. But a minute later, he heard the sound again. As if someone was pounding vigorously on the door.
It sent shivers down his spine, thinking that someone wanted to get in here that badly. A robber, perhaps? Again, that voice in the back of his head wished that John was back. But he wouldn't be back for another two hours, at least.
Suddenly, with out warning, the door flue open. A man in tattered clothes stood in the doorway.
Shawn leaped from the couch in surprise.
"There you are." The man growled.
"What?" Shawn squeaked, terrified.
"Why are you here?" The man demanded, and it was then that Shawn recognized him. It was his father…
"D-Dad?" He almost whispered.
But instead of embracing his son like Shawn had expected, the man walked over to him, and punched him in the face.
His fist hit Shawn Square in the eye, and he let out a whimper and put a hand to it.
The man said nothing. "And the next time I tell you to do something, you do it!" He snapped, turning towards the door. But before he left, he turned back to face the terrified boy.
"Listen here boy, you tell anyone about this, and die." That said, Chet Hunter left the apartment, slamming the door as he did.
Shawn collapsed back onto the couch, almost shaking with fear.
Never in his life had his father done anything like what he'd just done to him.
"What did I do?" Shawn whispered to the empty apartment. "What did I do to disserve that?" He fought down the lump, which had formed, in his throat, but he couldn't hold back a few tears, which found their way down his face.
Laying down the couch, Shawn prepared to wait for the man who really felt like a father to him, John. But, 10:30 came and went, and still no sine of John. Shawn wasn't about to go to bed, not until he walked in that door… Not how tired he got… He refused to go to bed. Not until he was sure that he was safe…
Slowly though, Shawn's eye lids closed, as sleep over took the young 15-year-old.
Around midnight, John finally returned, and was surprised to find Shawn asleep on the couch.
He had a five-minute debate as to weather or not to wake the boy, then decided against it.
He did however, before going to bed, put a blanket over him. Taking one last look at the boy he thought of as a son to him, John Turner went to bed.
In his sleep, Shawn felt the blanket being placed over him, and a part of him was relieved that John was safe… But, that left his mind free to toy with the events that had just happened, and Shawn's dreams were now filled with visions of his father, hurting all the people he cared about, because of him…
[A/N
Well, this is my first BMW ficsy, so, whaddya think? Suckie, I know. Sorry, I'll try to do better in the next part, that is if you guys want me to continue…
Y'know, I do like reviews, so I'd really like it if you'd leave me one…
I know, Chet was really OOC, but this was the best kind of idea I could think of. I also know that there's an actual ep in titled Dangerous Secret, but I didn't know this at the time that I first started writing this, and I can't think of a better title.
I think that's everything… Wait, I need to put the stupid disclaimer…
BMW isn't mine, it belongs to… well, it's not mine, and that's all that matters.
Review please!
Kasumi