Dangerous Secrets
Part 3
[A/N
Sorry I had to upload this as a separate file. But, the computer I'm using, it, for some unknown reason, won't let me log into my other account. So, I had to make another one, and all so I could upload new parts and such… From now on, I'll be adding parts to this file, then when I get back home (I'm on vacation right now.) I'll delete this file, and put the chapters up on the original.
Thanks for putting up with this
BMW isn't mine, but it doesn't look like its anyone's anymore, so it doesn't really matter…
Well, now that this is uploaded in my regular account, I've revised it a bit. Y'know, fixed some mistakes I hadn't seen, and took out some of the shoulder squeezing. Also, I took out most of the romance, and added one or two knew seens.
Anyways, it's fixed now, so enjoy this slightly Revised Version of part 3!]
George Feeny frowned. There was something wrong with his students today.
For one thing, Tapanga Lawrance, who usually answered every single question he asked, kept glancing worriedly at her long time friend, and recent Boyfriend, Cory Matthews.
[Thanks for pointing out that mistake to me.]
While Cory kept glancing worriedly at Shawn.
Shawn was by far acting the most unusual. He stared off into space, and when George asked him a question, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Then, he apologized for not paying attention, and asked if George would like to give him a detention.
George gave him a strange look, and said, no, then continued with the lesson.
When the class ended, Cory got to his feet, but instead of walking over to Tapanga as George had expected, he headed for Shawn. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Shawn pushed it away, and got to his feet. Cory sighed, looking upset.
Tapanga joined them, seeming to have forgotten about talking to George about the extra credit essay she'd asked him about the day before. She placed her own hand reassuringly on Cory's shoulder.
"Please Cory, can't you tell me?" She asked him in an undertone.
Cory glanced at Shawn, who shook his head vehemently. Sighing, Tapanga left the room, Shawn close behind.
Now, only Cory remained.
Feeny slowly approached him, figuring he was the best bet if he wanted to know what was causing his students to act like this.
"Excuse me, Mister Matthews. But, I couldn't help noticing that there seems to be something wrong between you and your friends."
[Very un-feenyish, I know, but it was the best I could think of.]
Cory sighed. "It's nothing…" He said, but the concerned expression that was on his face betrayed him.
"Well, okay, it is something, but I can't tell you."
Feeny sighed. "Well, all right, you'd better hurry your next class starts soon, doesn't it?" Cory nodded and left the room.
Feeny sighed and sat back down at his desk. Why did he have to have the depressed student as a naber?
-
Shawn slumped down in his seat. Normally during lunch, he'd either be serving detention, or at least talking to Cory. He was doing neither of these. Cory sat across the table from him, trying to persuade him to at least let him tell Tapanga.
Shawn sighed. "Fine, but no one else. Got that?" Cory nodded, relieved that he'd at least have Tapanga to help him through this.
Tapanga joined them at that moment.
"Tapanga," Cory began, motioning her to sit beside him. "Shawn says I can tell you."
Tapanga immediately sat down, and put a reassuring arm around Cory's shoulders.
"Yes." She said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
So, Cory told her about Shawn's father returning. Shawn while this was happening, quietly got up and left the table.
He wandered the halls aimlessly, not seeming to have a destination in mind. This was probably the reason he ran headlong into Mr. Feeny.
"Oh, sorry." He muttered, not looking up. Feeny looked at him; it wasn't like Shawn to walk around school like this, especially during lunch.
"Mister Hunter, if you don't mind me asking, there seems to be a problem between you, Mister Matthews, and Miss Lawrance." Shawn's face paled. Had he been acting that out of it? "Well, I was just wondering if there was anything I could do?" Feeny was saying. He looked back down at the boy, who'd gone very white. "Shawn," he said, using his first name for a change, "just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean you can't come to me with your problems."
"There's no problem." Shawn said, his voice slightly higher then normal. "Really Mr. Feeny, I'm fine. There's nothing to be worried about."
Sighing, George nodded and walked away. Both Cory and Shawn wouldn't tell him what was wrong, and by the looks of It, they hadn't told Tapanga either.
Back with her and Cory, Tapanga was listening to the end of Cory's story.
"And then he grabbed me," Cory said. From when he'd first started telling her about this, his voice had been very unsteady. As he'd gotten further into the story, it'd been getting slightly high pitched, and his breathing was very un-even. "He just ran across the room, and grabbed me by the shoulders. And he said, 'no, you can't Cory!' and he started choking me." Cory looked down at the table, blinking hard.
Tapanga didn't know what to say, didn't know how to help him. So all she did was give his shoulder another encouraging squeeze.
Cory felt her do this, and forced himself to continue. He looked back up at her, seeming to have regained control slightly. "And, he made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone. It was kinda scary, because I couldn't breathe, really. His voice was coming from far away- I hope that's not what his father does to him." Again, he stopped.
"And then?" Tapanga asked, her own voice shaking slightly. It hurt her to know that one of her best friends was being treated like this, but she knew that it was 10 times worse for Cory.
."Well, that's basically it. I promised and he let me go, and then you came in a minute later…" He trailed off.
Tapanga sighed. "Wow." Was all she said. "So, Chet Hunter's back… but he was always such a nice man, I never thought…"
It was Cory's turn to sigh. "I know, and I can't get him to tell anyone else. I'm scared to think what he might do to me if I kept bugging him about it. I mean, something like this has never happened before…"
"I know Cory, but I'm not sure what we can do. It's up to Shawn as to weather or not he wants to tell someone."
Cory slumped down in his seat. "So, all we can do is watch him get hurt? I can't do that Tapanga… I can't watch my best friend's life fall down around him… I just can't…" He broke off, again not meeting Tapanga's eyes.
"Cory, I know you want to help Shawn. I want to help him too, but there's nothing we can do…"
"I know," Cory said slowly. "You're right, it just hurts me to see Shawn like this…"
Tapanga didn't know what to say. So, instead of replying, she got to her feet, grabbing Cory's hand and pulling him along with her.
Together, they walked to Mr. Turner's English class. Their hands still clasped tightly together, neither of them saying a word.
-
George Feeny entered the teacher's lounge, lunch in hand. He scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on Jonathan Turner, Shawn's English teacher.
"Mr. Turner, just the man I was looking for." He remarked, heading over.
"What? I told Shawn to do his homework!" John protested, looking up from his cold pizza.
"Not that," George said, sitting down in the seat beside him. "Did something unusual happen last night?"
"No, not that I know of." John replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, because, he, Cory, and Tapanga were acting very peculiar this morning, Shawn in particular."
"He seemed a little distant this morning," John said thoughtfully. "But, other then that, and the fact that he had a black eye, no."
"Yes, I noticed the black eye. How'd that happen?" George inquired, his lunch laying forgotten on his lap.
"I'm not sure, he. I had a meeding last night, and when I came home, I found him on the couch." John replied, nibbling thoughtfully at his pizza.
"Well, I was just telling you, because if I'm correct, witch I usually am, you have them next." John nodded. "Well, just keep an eye on them." George said, only now remembering his lunch.
John finished his last slice of pizza, and excited the room, still thinking over what George had said.
-
John Turner surveyed his class. He could tell, like George had told him, that something was wrong.
For one thing, Shawn was defanitly not himself. And like George had reminded him, there was his black eye. It had looked a little swollen the night before, but he'd just shrugged it off. When he'd asked Shawn about it that morning, he hadn't replied, just continued eating.
But now, he could tell something was wrong. Shawn kept staring off into space. Cory kept shooting worried glances at him, and Tapanga kept doing the same with Cory.
"Okay," John said breaking the silence and making everyone look up from their papers. "Let's go over last night's homework."
To his surprise, Cory got to his feet. "Mr. Turner, I… I did it… Tapanga made me!" He said when John shot him a surprised look.
"I see, well, thank you Matthews." Tapanga got to her feet as well, and stood beside Cory, absent-mindedly taking his hand as she too gave him her paper. "I was doing mine, and I was sick of him interrupting me."
"You look cute when you're working." Cory said, blushing.
John raised his eyebrows.
"No, take that back," Cory said. "You look cute all the time…"
"Awww, isn't that nice, now let's break up the romantic sap and get back to work." John said, making the two blush as the rest of the students handed him their papers.
Shawn hadn't moved. John wasn't even sure if he'd even heard him say to give in his homework.
"Yo, Matthews. See if Hunter's all right, will you?" He whispered to Cory, who was still standing beside his desk, also looking worriedly at Shawn.
He nodded and headed over to Shawn's desk. "Hey Shawn, snap out of it." He hissed in his ear. "Turner's starting to notice."
Shawn jumped, and looked up at Cory. "Thanks, Cor." He said, looking around dazedly.
Cory nodded, and headed back to his own seat.
Somehow, Shawn made it through the rest of the lesson. For probably the first time in his life, he forced himself to listen to what Turner was saying. If he let his mind wander, he'd probably start thinking about his dad. And what he'd do if he found out that both Cory and Tapanga knew about what he was doing to Shawn… and how he would hurt not only Shawn, but them as well…
The bell rang. Shawn jumped a mile. He stood up so fast, that his chair fell over backwards.
The class, luckily, didn't notice.
"Hey, Hunter, hold up a minute." John said, as Shawn was leaving.
Shawn watched as the rest of the students including Cory and Tapanga left the classroom.
"You just seemed a little out of it today. Something wrong? Oh and, you never answered me this morning, how'd you get that black eye?"
"Uh, I walked into the door last night. Y'know, I was watching TV, and I was going to get a drink, and not paying attention…" He rambled on.
"Uh… okay… And you're sure nothing's wrong?" John persisted.
"No John, nothing's wrong." Shawn said in an exasperated-sounding voice.
"All right then." John said uncertainly.
Shawn headed for the door, hoping that he'd believed his story.
-
"Hey Shawn, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to school for a while." John said later that night, as Shawn was, once again, watching TV.
"No!" Shawn had said it before he could stop himself.
John stopped short and turned to face him. "What?"
Shawn had leaped to his feet. His face had gone very white, and he was gripping the couch very tightly.
"I…I mean… it was just… something on TV… Sorry. Really, you go on. It was nothing…" He sat back down on the couch, trying to calm down.
John didn't look convinced, but he headed to the door anyways.
"All right then. Now, I know it's Friday and all, but don't stay up to late. I should be back around 11:30 or 12." He opened the door, and shot one last worried look back at the boy who was staring at the TV trying to look interested, even though it was showing a add for some romantic movie that Shawn would never like. He sighed, and left the apartment, not sure that he was doing the right thing.
Shawn heard the door close and shivered. He was all alone in the apartment… his father could come in at anytime…
'Stop that.' He told himself. 'You don't know if dad will come, so stop thinking he will!' Again, he resumed watching TV…
-
His father was back. He was holding a knife to his throat, saying:
"I know you told your friends, and they're dead. And now, you will join them…" Shawn could feel his hot breath on his face, hear his ragged breathing, then to his horror, he brought the knife down.
Shawn screamed. But the blade never touched him. Shawn blinked, and opened his eyes.
He was lying on the couch… the TV was still on. He'd fallen asleep, that was all… But then, why could he feel hot air hitting his neck? Suddenly, he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
He looked up, there, standing over him, was his father.
"Weren't expecting me, were you, son?" He whispered, his cold hand digging into Shawn's shoulder.
"You'd better not have told anyone about me?" Chet snarled, glaring down at his frightened son.
"N…no, sir…" Shawn said in a horse voice.
"Good, and if you tell anyone about this time…" He didn't have to say anymore, Shawn knew what he meant.
"Why are you doing this?" Shawn asked, not able to think of anything else to say.
Chet's fist hit him hard in his other eye, and then he released his shoulder, but only to hit him in the nose.
Shawn bit back a scream. But his father wasn't done there.
It all happened to fast for Shawn to realize what he was hitting. All he knew was that his whole body hurt. He slid off the couch, and lay on the floor, his father again and again hitting him.
Finally, after giving Shawn one last kick in the stomach, Chet left. Glaring hatefully over his shoulder as he did so.
"Remember." He growled, slamming the door behind him.
Shawn lay motionless for a few moments, blood streaming from several different places on his body and face. Finally, he got to his feet, and went to write a note to John. He couldn't stay here, what if he came back? So, trying to keep his hands from shaking as much as the rest of him was, he wrote:
John,
I went to Cory's to hang out. Not sure when I'll be back.
Shawn
With that, he put it on the kitchen table, and ran from the apartment, heading to the only other place he'd feel safe at…
[A/N
Well, I was going to make this a lot longer. But, I had to save some ideas for part 4. I hoped you liked this one. And if I made any other mistakes with names or anything, please tell me. Thanks,
Kasumi]
Part 3
[A/N
Sorry I had to upload this as a separate file. But, the computer I'm using, it, for some unknown reason, won't let me log into my other account. So, I had to make another one, and all so I could upload new parts and such… From now on, I'll be adding parts to this file, then when I get back home (I'm on vacation right now.) I'll delete this file, and put the chapters up on the original.
Thanks for putting up with this
BMW isn't mine, but it doesn't look like its anyone's anymore, so it doesn't really matter…
Well, now that this is uploaded in my regular account, I've revised it a bit. Y'know, fixed some mistakes I hadn't seen, and took out some of the shoulder squeezing. Also, I took out most of the romance, and added one or two knew seens.
Anyways, it's fixed now, so enjoy this slightly Revised Version of part 3!]
George Feeny frowned. There was something wrong with his students today.
For one thing, Tapanga Lawrance, who usually answered every single question he asked, kept glancing worriedly at her long time friend, and recent Boyfriend, Cory Matthews.
[Thanks for pointing out that mistake to me.]
While Cory kept glancing worriedly at Shawn.
Shawn was by far acting the most unusual. He stared off into space, and when George asked him a question, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Then, he apologized for not paying attention, and asked if George would like to give him a detention.
George gave him a strange look, and said, no, then continued with the lesson.
When the class ended, Cory got to his feet, but instead of walking over to Tapanga as George had expected, he headed for Shawn. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Shawn pushed it away, and got to his feet. Cory sighed, looking upset.
Tapanga joined them, seeming to have forgotten about talking to George about the extra credit essay she'd asked him about the day before. She placed her own hand reassuringly on Cory's shoulder.
"Please Cory, can't you tell me?" She asked him in an undertone.
Cory glanced at Shawn, who shook his head vehemently. Sighing, Tapanga left the room, Shawn close behind.
Now, only Cory remained.
Feeny slowly approached him, figuring he was the best bet if he wanted to know what was causing his students to act like this.
"Excuse me, Mister Matthews. But, I couldn't help noticing that there seems to be something wrong between you and your friends."
[Very un-feenyish, I know, but it was the best I could think of.]
Cory sighed. "It's nothing…" He said, but the concerned expression that was on his face betrayed him.
"Well, okay, it is something, but I can't tell you."
Feeny sighed. "Well, all right, you'd better hurry your next class starts soon, doesn't it?" Cory nodded and left the room.
Feeny sighed and sat back down at his desk. Why did he have to have the depressed student as a naber?
-
Shawn slumped down in his seat. Normally during lunch, he'd either be serving detention, or at least talking to Cory. He was doing neither of these. Cory sat across the table from him, trying to persuade him to at least let him tell Tapanga.
Shawn sighed. "Fine, but no one else. Got that?" Cory nodded, relieved that he'd at least have Tapanga to help him through this.
Tapanga joined them at that moment.
"Tapanga," Cory began, motioning her to sit beside him. "Shawn says I can tell you."
Tapanga immediately sat down, and put a reassuring arm around Cory's shoulders.
"Yes." She said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
So, Cory told her about Shawn's father returning. Shawn while this was happening, quietly got up and left the table.
He wandered the halls aimlessly, not seeming to have a destination in mind. This was probably the reason he ran headlong into Mr. Feeny.
"Oh, sorry." He muttered, not looking up. Feeny looked at him; it wasn't like Shawn to walk around school like this, especially during lunch.
"Mister Hunter, if you don't mind me asking, there seems to be a problem between you, Mister Matthews, and Miss Lawrance." Shawn's face paled. Had he been acting that out of it? "Well, I was just wondering if there was anything I could do?" Feeny was saying. He looked back down at the boy, who'd gone very white. "Shawn," he said, using his first name for a change, "just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean you can't come to me with your problems."
"There's no problem." Shawn said, his voice slightly higher then normal. "Really Mr. Feeny, I'm fine. There's nothing to be worried about."
Sighing, George nodded and walked away. Both Cory and Shawn wouldn't tell him what was wrong, and by the looks of It, they hadn't told Tapanga either.
Back with her and Cory, Tapanga was listening to the end of Cory's story.
"And then he grabbed me," Cory said. From when he'd first started telling her about this, his voice had been very unsteady. As he'd gotten further into the story, it'd been getting slightly high pitched, and his breathing was very un-even. "He just ran across the room, and grabbed me by the shoulders. And he said, 'no, you can't Cory!' and he started choking me." Cory looked down at the table, blinking hard.
Tapanga didn't know what to say, didn't know how to help him. So all she did was give his shoulder another encouraging squeeze.
Cory felt her do this, and forced himself to continue. He looked back up at her, seeming to have regained control slightly. "And, he made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone. It was kinda scary, because I couldn't breathe, really. His voice was coming from far away- I hope that's not what his father does to him." Again, he stopped.
"And then?" Tapanga asked, her own voice shaking slightly. It hurt her to know that one of her best friends was being treated like this, but she knew that it was 10 times worse for Cory.
."Well, that's basically it. I promised and he let me go, and then you came in a minute later…" He trailed off.
Tapanga sighed. "Wow." Was all she said. "So, Chet Hunter's back… but he was always such a nice man, I never thought…"
It was Cory's turn to sigh. "I know, and I can't get him to tell anyone else. I'm scared to think what he might do to me if I kept bugging him about it. I mean, something like this has never happened before…"
"I know Cory, but I'm not sure what we can do. It's up to Shawn as to weather or not he wants to tell someone."
Cory slumped down in his seat. "So, all we can do is watch him get hurt? I can't do that Tapanga… I can't watch my best friend's life fall down around him… I just can't…" He broke off, again not meeting Tapanga's eyes.
"Cory, I know you want to help Shawn. I want to help him too, but there's nothing we can do…"
"I know," Cory said slowly. "You're right, it just hurts me to see Shawn like this…"
Tapanga didn't know what to say. So, instead of replying, she got to her feet, grabbing Cory's hand and pulling him along with her.
Together, they walked to Mr. Turner's English class. Their hands still clasped tightly together, neither of them saying a word.
-
George Feeny entered the teacher's lounge, lunch in hand. He scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on Jonathan Turner, Shawn's English teacher.
"Mr. Turner, just the man I was looking for." He remarked, heading over.
"What? I told Shawn to do his homework!" John protested, looking up from his cold pizza.
"Not that," George said, sitting down in the seat beside him. "Did something unusual happen last night?"
"No, not that I know of." John replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, because, he, Cory, and Tapanga were acting very peculiar this morning, Shawn in particular."
"He seemed a little distant this morning," John said thoughtfully. "But, other then that, and the fact that he had a black eye, no."
"Yes, I noticed the black eye. How'd that happen?" George inquired, his lunch laying forgotten on his lap.
"I'm not sure, he. I had a meeding last night, and when I came home, I found him on the couch." John replied, nibbling thoughtfully at his pizza.
"Well, I was just telling you, because if I'm correct, witch I usually am, you have them next." John nodded. "Well, just keep an eye on them." George said, only now remembering his lunch.
John finished his last slice of pizza, and excited the room, still thinking over what George had said.
-
John Turner surveyed his class. He could tell, like George had told him, that something was wrong.
For one thing, Shawn was defanitly not himself. And like George had reminded him, there was his black eye. It had looked a little swollen the night before, but he'd just shrugged it off. When he'd asked Shawn about it that morning, he hadn't replied, just continued eating.
But now, he could tell something was wrong. Shawn kept staring off into space. Cory kept shooting worried glances at him, and Tapanga kept doing the same with Cory.
"Okay," John said breaking the silence and making everyone look up from their papers. "Let's go over last night's homework."
To his surprise, Cory got to his feet. "Mr. Turner, I… I did it… Tapanga made me!" He said when John shot him a surprised look.
"I see, well, thank you Matthews." Tapanga got to her feet as well, and stood beside Cory, absent-mindedly taking his hand as she too gave him her paper. "I was doing mine, and I was sick of him interrupting me."
"You look cute when you're working." Cory said, blushing.
John raised his eyebrows.
"No, take that back," Cory said. "You look cute all the time…"
"Awww, isn't that nice, now let's break up the romantic sap and get back to work." John said, making the two blush as the rest of the students handed him their papers.
Shawn hadn't moved. John wasn't even sure if he'd even heard him say to give in his homework.
"Yo, Matthews. See if Hunter's all right, will you?" He whispered to Cory, who was still standing beside his desk, also looking worriedly at Shawn.
He nodded and headed over to Shawn's desk. "Hey Shawn, snap out of it." He hissed in his ear. "Turner's starting to notice."
Shawn jumped, and looked up at Cory. "Thanks, Cor." He said, looking around dazedly.
Cory nodded, and headed back to his own seat.
Somehow, Shawn made it through the rest of the lesson. For probably the first time in his life, he forced himself to listen to what Turner was saying. If he let his mind wander, he'd probably start thinking about his dad. And what he'd do if he found out that both Cory and Tapanga knew about what he was doing to Shawn… and how he would hurt not only Shawn, but them as well…
The bell rang. Shawn jumped a mile. He stood up so fast, that his chair fell over backwards.
The class, luckily, didn't notice.
"Hey, Hunter, hold up a minute." John said, as Shawn was leaving.
Shawn watched as the rest of the students including Cory and Tapanga left the classroom.
"You just seemed a little out of it today. Something wrong? Oh and, you never answered me this morning, how'd you get that black eye?"
"Uh, I walked into the door last night. Y'know, I was watching TV, and I was going to get a drink, and not paying attention…" He rambled on.
"Uh… okay… And you're sure nothing's wrong?" John persisted.
"No John, nothing's wrong." Shawn said in an exasperated-sounding voice.
"All right then." John said uncertainly.
Shawn headed for the door, hoping that he'd believed his story.
-
"Hey Shawn, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to school for a while." John said later that night, as Shawn was, once again, watching TV.
"No!" Shawn had said it before he could stop himself.
John stopped short and turned to face him. "What?"
Shawn had leaped to his feet. His face had gone very white, and he was gripping the couch very tightly.
"I…I mean… it was just… something on TV… Sorry. Really, you go on. It was nothing…" He sat back down on the couch, trying to calm down.
John didn't look convinced, but he headed to the door anyways.
"All right then. Now, I know it's Friday and all, but don't stay up to late. I should be back around 11:30 or 12." He opened the door, and shot one last worried look back at the boy who was staring at the TV trying to look interested, even though it was showing a add for some romantic movie that Shawn would never like. He sighed, and left the apartment, not sure that he was doing the right thing.
Shawn heard the door close and shivered. He was all alone in the apartment… his father could come in at anytime…
'Stop that.' He told himself. 'You don't know if dad will come, so stop thinking he will!' Again, he resumed watching TV…
-
His father was back. He was holding a knife to his throat, saying:
"I know you told your friends, and they're dead. And now, you will join them…" Shawn could feel his hot breath on his face, hear his ragged breathing, then to his horror, he brought the knife down.
Shawn screamed. But the blade never touched him. Shawn blinked, and opened his eyes.
He was lying on the couch… the TV was still on. He'd fallen asleep, that was all… But then, why could he feel hot air hitting his neck? Suddenly, he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
He looked up, there, standing over him, was his father.
"Weren't expecting me, were you, son?" He whispered, his cold hand digging into Shawn's shoulder.
"You'd better not have told anyone about me?" Chet snarled, glaring down at his frightened son.
"N…no, sir…" Shawn said in a horse voice.
"Good, and if you tell anyone about this time…" He didn't have to say anymore, Shawn knew what he meant.
"Why are you doing this?" Shawn asked, not able to think of anything else to say.
Chet's fist hit him hard in his other eye, and then he released his shoulder, but only to hit him in the nose.
Shawn bit back a scream. But his father wasn't done there.
It all happened to fast for Shawn to realize what he was hitting. All he knew was that his whole body hurt. He slid off the couch, and lay on the floor, his father again and again hitting him.
Finally, after giving Shawn one last kick in the stomach, Chet left. Glaring hatefully over his shoulder as he did so.
"Remember." He growled, slamming the door behind him.
Shawn lay motionless for a few moments, blood streaming from several different places on his body and face. Finally, he got to his feet, and went to write a note to John. He couldn't stay here, what if he came back? So, trying to keep his hands from shaking as much as the rest of him was, he wrote:
John,
I went to Cory's to hang out. Not sure when I'll be back.
Shawn
With that, he put it on the kitchen table, and ran from the apartment, heading to the only other place he'd feel safe at…
[A/N
Well, I was going to make this a lot longer. But, I had to save some ideas for part 4. I hoped you liked this one. And if I made any other mistakes with names or anything, please tell me. Thanks,
Kasumi]