Dangerous Secrets
Part 5
[A/N
Jeez, ff.net's been driving me crazy. It's so slow, that I wasn't able to post part 4. Well, obviously, it's posted now, along with this one. So, enjoy!
Thanks again, Drama Queen for editing!
Like I said, Turner's in this one. I think I'll have one more part after this one, maybe.
Disclaimer:
If I owned BMW, Tapanga and Cory wouldn't have broken up so much, and Shawn and Angela wouldn't have been ripped apart like that in Angela's Ash's. Also, Jack and Rachel would've staid together!!
But, I don't own it, so… to bad.
Enjoy, and please review!]
"No!" Shawn bolted up, almost knocking Cory to the floor.
"Whoa, Shawn!" Cory said, pulling himself back onto the bed, and looking worriedly at his friend.
"Cory… he was back… he said you and Tapanga… were dead," Shawn said, breathing hard. He was so scared, that he was actually shaking.
"Calm down. Tapanga just went downstairs, here, do you need anything?" Cory said, trying to sound calm.
"Sh…She's downstairs? With your parents?" Shawn leaped off the bed, terror in his eyes. "What-What if… what if she told?"
"Tapanga wouldn't do that, but, I'll go check if you want." Cory said, walking towards the door. "Just stay there." He said over his shoulder, casting a worried glance in Shawn's direction.
-
Jonathan Turner entered his apartment. It was around midnight, and instantly he could tell that something was wrong.
There were small spots of dried blood on the couch and floor around it, and Shawn was no where to be seen.
He walked into the kitchen, and saw a note on the table. It too, was covered in blood, and Shawn's handwriting was very hard to read. It looked as though his hand had been shaking when he'd written it, and John had to squint very hard at it to even try to understand it.
He read this:
John,
Went to Cory's. Don't know when I'll be back.
Shawn
John ran over and picked up the phone. The Matthews number was taped above it.
Not caring how late it was, he dialed the digits. His only answer was a busy signal.
Again, not caring how late it was, he ran back out side, and leaped on his motorcycle.
-
Tapanga hung up the phone, and moved to sit down in the remaining seat.
"Well," She began, looking at the three adults, and 12th grader looking expectantly at her. "I guess the place to start is--"
But before she could continue, Cory came running in.
"D-Did you tell them?" He said, looking worriedly at his parents.
"No, I was just about to, help me." Tapanga replied, moving over to share her chair as well as extending her hand to him.
[Did that make since? So, she offered to share her chair with him, and she also wanted him to take her hand.]
"I can't, Shawn's up, and he's scared to death." He said, though not sitting down, he did take her hand.
"Cory, I don't care what Shawn says, I'm telling them." Tapanga said firmly.
Cory looked from her, to his parents, and then back to Tapanga. "Okay. I'll help." He finally said, sinking down and placing and arm around Tapanga's shoulders.
In turn, she took his other hand.
"Well, as I was saying, this morning, Shawn and Cory were acting weird…" She proceeded to tell how Shawn had had a black eye, and how Cory had refused to tell her what was wrong.
"He told you?" Alan cut in.
"Yeah, he looked really bad when he came in, and he was early for class!" Cory explained. "I was finishing up a report for Feeny, as you already knew."
"So then, at lunch, Cory persuaded Shawn to let him tell me…"
"Tell you what?" Amy demanded.
"Tell me that… Shawn's being abused."
-
Shawn sat up on Cory's bed. He wasn't sure how long Cory had been gone, but he knew that it shouldn't take this long to get Tapanga back up here. Unless…
'No, Cory wouldn't do that to ne. No, no, no…' He thought, all the time growing more and more frightened.
But as much as he tried to tell himself that his friends wouldn't do that to him, the more scared he became. Finally, it was too much. He got off the bed, and walked downstairs.
-
"And then tonight, well, you saw him. He just came running in, saying 'Cory, he did it again.' And collapsed."
"So, I told Cory to get a first aid kit and I cleaned him up the best I could." Tapanga took over where Cory had left off.
"He fell asleep a few minutes later," Cory took over again. "We moved him onto the bed, and that's about it. Then Tapanga came downstairs saying she'd stay longer, just let her call her parents."
"That's it." Tapanga finished.
"But, what do you think Chet did to Shawn?" George asked. The other three were in various states of shock:
Amy was in tears. Alan though he had his arms around her, his eyes had a distant look in them. Eric, was sitting, staring at Tapanga.
"We don't know." Cory answered his teacher.
"I'll tell you what he did." They all turned at Shawn's unexpected voice. He stood in the doorway, looking very small and helpless. "I, I don't know how he got in. I'd fallen asleep. I just woke up and he was standing over me. Then, he asked me if I'd told anyone else. When I said no, I, I couldn't help it. I asked him why he was doing this. After that, he just started hitting me. I don't quite remember what happened next, just pain…" He broke off, breathing deeply so as not to start crying again. "Eventually, he left, and I wrote a note for John and came strait here." He finished, not able to stop a few tears from escaping his eyes, and rolling down his cheeks.
There was silence for a few minutes, before the door suddenly burst open. There, out of breath, stood John Turner.
"All right Turner, that's the way to enter the house!" Cory said, momentarily forgetting the current situation.
John looked around the kitchen, and when he saw Shawn, his mouth dropped open. Again, there was silence, witch Shawn finally broke.
"Um, hi?" He said, looking nervously up at Turner.
Abruptly, Turner advanced on Shawn, who to the surprise of Turner, backed away from him in fear.
"Shawn?" John asked, looking at the boy cowering in the corner.
"P-please, I'm sorry I didn't call er anything, but could you not advance on me like that?" He said, in a very small voice.
"What exactly happened tonight? And was it me, or was that blood I saw in the living room?" John asked, looking with concern at Shawn's appearance.
"Well…" Shawn started, forcing himself to look John in the eye. "The reason I look like this, and I had that black eye today is because… My dad's back, John. But… but he's different… he did this to me." He choked back a sob, and looked worriedly at John. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, he said if I told anyone, he'd kill me and who ever I told…" Suddenly, he couldn't help it anymore, tears filled his eyes, and began coursing down his face.
Tapanga got up from the table along with Cory. They walked over to Shawn, and the three of them embraced each other. Tapanga and Shawn were both crying, and even Cory looked a little misty-eyed.
John and the others sat in silence, when Eric abruptly reached over and hugged his father.
"I would hate to imagine you doing that." He said, releasing him and moving onto his mother. "And I would hate seeing you suffer like that." Releasing her, he moved to Mr. Feeny. "And, you'd somehow get caught up in the middle of everything." He embraced his teacher, then walked across the room and joined the three younger teens in their group hug. "And you guys would of course want to help Cory-"
And you, too." Shawn said brokenly. "I think of you like family. I think of you all like family…"
--Epilogue-
A few months later, things were back to normal. Chet went to rehab, and Shawn found out that the reason his mother had left was because of his drinking. One thing was different, though. Shawn frequently went over to visit Jonathan, and a close friendship was formed between them.
FIN
[A/N
And so ends my first BMW fic. I've really had fun writing it, and hoped you've enjoyed it just as much.
I can't wait to start working on the sequel! That is, if you want me too. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, and once again Dramaqueen_500 for her excellent editing! Thanks Courtney!
Well, that's about all there is to say. Thanks again for reading, and sorry if the ending was a little lame.
Seeya ppls!
Kasumi]
Part 5
[A/N
Jeez, ff.net's been driving me crazy. It's so slow, that I wasn't able to post part 4. Well, obviously, it's posted now, along with this one. So, enjoy!
Thanks again, Drama Queen for editing!
Like I said, Turner's in this one. I think I'll have one more part after this one, maybe.
Disclaimer:
If I owned BMW, Tapanga and Cory wouldn't have broken up so much, and Shawn and Angela wouldn't have been ripped apart like that in Angela's Ash's. Also, Jack and Rachel would've staid together!!
But, I don't own it, so… to bad.
Enjoy, and please review!]
"No!" Shawn bolted up, almost knocking Cory to the floor.
"Whoa, Shawn!" Cory said, pulling himself back onto the bed, and looking worriedly at his friend.
"Cory… he was back… he said you and Tapanga… were dead," Shawn said, breathing hard. He was so scared, that he was actually shaking.
"Calm down. Tapanga just went downstairs, here, do you need anything?" Cory said, trying to sound calm.
"Sh…She's downstairs? With your parents?" Shawn leaped off the bed, terror in his eyes. "What-What if… what if she told?"
"Tapanga wouldn't do that, but, I'll go check if you want." Cory said, walking towards the door. "Just stay there." He said over his shoulder, casting a worried glance in Shawn's direction.
-
Jonathan Turner entered his apartment. It was around midnight, and instantly he could tell that something was wrong.
There were small spots of dried blood on the couch and floor around it, and Shawn was no where to be seen.
He walked into the kitchen, and saw a note on the table. It too, was covered in blood, and Shawn's handwriting was very hard to read. It looked as though his hand had been shaking when he'd written it, and John had to squint very hard at it to even try to understand it.
He read this:
John,
Went to Cory's. Don't know when I'll be back.
Shawn
John ran over and picked up the phone. The Matthews number was taped above it.
Not caring how late it was, he dialed the digits. His only answer was a busy signal.
Again, not caring how late it was, he ran back out side, and leaped on his motorcycle.
-
Tapanga hung up the phone, and moved to sit down in the remaining seat.
"Well," She began, looking at the three adults, and 12th grader looking expectantly at her. "I guess the place to start is--"
But before she could continue, Cory came running in.
"D-Did you tell them?" He said, looking worriedly at his parents.
"No, I was just about to, help me." Tapanga replied, moving over to share her chair as well as extending her hand to him.
[Did that make since? So, she offered to share her chair with him, and she also wanted him to take her hand.]
"I can't, Shawn's up, and he's scared to death." He said, though not sitting down, he did take her hand.
"Cory, I don't care what Shawn says, I'm telling them." Tapanga said firmly.
Cory looked from her, to his parents, and then back to Tapanga. "Okay. I'll help." He finally said, sinking down and placing and arm around Tapanga's shoulders.
In turn, she took his other hand.
"Well, as I was saying, this morning, Shawn and Cory were acting weird…" She proceeded to tell how Shawn had had a black eye, and how Cory had refused to tell her what was wrong.
"He told you?" Alan cut in.
"Yeah, he looked really bad when he came in, and he was early for class!" Cory explained. "I was finishing up a report for Feeny, as you already knew."
"So then, at lunch, Cory persuaded Shawn to let him tell me…"
"Tell you what?" Amy demanded.
"Tell me that… Shawn's being abused."
-
Shawn sat up on Cory's bed. He wasn't sure how long Cory had been gone, but he knew that it shouldn't take this long to get Tapanga back up here. Unless…
'No, Cory wouldn't do that to ne. No, no, no…' He thought, all the time growing more and more frightened.
But as much as he tried to tell himself that his friends wouldn't do that to him, the more scared he became. Finally, it was too much. He got off the bed, and walked downstairs.
-
"And then tonight, well, you saw him. He just came running in, saying 'Cory, he did it again.' And collapsed."
"So, I told Cory to get a first aid kit and I cleaned him up the best I could." Tapanga took over where Cory had left off.
"He fell asleep a few minutes later," Cory took over again. "We moved him onto the bed, and that's about it. Then Tapanga came downstairs saying she'd stay longer, just let her call her parents."
"That's it." Tapanga finished.
"But, what do you think Chet did to Shawn?" George asked. The other three were in various states of shock:
Amy was in tears. Alan though he had his arms around her, his eyes had a distant look in them. Eric, was sitting, staring at Tapanga.
"We don't know." Cory answered his teacher.
"I'll tell you what he did." They all turned at Shawn's unexpected voice. He stood in the doorway, looking very small and helpless. "I, I don't know how he got in. I'd fallen asleep. I just woke up and he was standing over me. Then, he asked me if I'd told anyone else. When I said no, I, I couldn't help it. I asked him why he was doing this. After that, he just started hitting me. I don't quite remember what happened next, just pain…" He broke off, breathing deeply so as not to start crying again. "Eventually, he left, and I wrote a note for John and came strait here." He finished, not able to stop a few tears from escaping his eyes, and rolling down his cheeks.
There was silence for a few minutes, before the door suddenly burst open. There, out of breath, stood John Turner.
"All right Turner, that's the way to enter the house!" Cory said, momentarily forgetting the current situation.
John looked around the kitchen, and when he saw Shawn, his mouth dropped open. Again, there was silence, witch Shawn finally broke.
"Um, hi?" He said, looking nervously up at Turner.
Abruptly, Turner advanced on Shawn, who to the surprise of Turner, backed away from him in fear.
"Shawn?" John asked, looking at the boy cowering in the corner.
"P-please, I'm sorry I didn't call er anything, but could you not advance on me like that?" He said, in a very small voice.
"What exactly happened tonight? And was it me, or was that blood I saw in the living room?" John asked, looking with concern at Shawn's appearance.
"Well…" Shawn started, forcing himself to look John in the eye. "The reason I look like this, and I had that black eye today is because… My dad's back, John. But… but he's different… he did this to me." He choked back a sob, and looked worriedly at John. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, he said if I told anyone, he'd kill me and who ever I told…" Suddenly, he couldn't help it anymore, tears filled his eyes, and began coursing down his face.
Tapanga got up from the table along with Cory. They walked over to Shawn, and the three of them embraced each other. Tapanga and Shawn were both crying, and even Cory looked a little misty-eyed.
John and the others sat in silence, when Eric abruptly reached over and hugged his father.
"I would hate to imagine you doing that." He said, releasing him and moving onto his mother. "And I would hate seeing you suffer like that." Releasing her, he moved to Mr. Feeny. "And, you'd somehow get caught up in the middle of everything." He embraced his teacher, then walked across the room and joined the three younger teens in their group hug. "And you guys would of course want to help Cory-"
And you, too." Shawn said brokenly. "I think of you like family. I think of you all like family…"
--Epilogue-
A few months later, things were back to normal. Chet went to rehab, and Shawn found out that the reason his mother had left was because of his drinking. One thing was different, though. Shawn frequently went over to visit Jonathan, and a close friendship was formed between them.
FIN
[A/N
And so ends my first BMW fic. I've really had fun writing it, and hoped you've enjoyed it just as much.
I can't wait to start working on the sequel! That is, if you want me too. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, and once again Dramaqueen_500 for her excellent editing! Thanks Courtney!
Well, that's about all there is to say. Thanks again for reading, and sorry if the ending was a little lame.
Seeya ppls!
Kasumi]