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Shawn awoke hours later to see Turner kneeling over him, worry sketched in every line of his face. Shawn started to raise himself onto his elbow, but John pushed him down.
"What happened?" The man asked, searching Shawn's face as if looking for clues.
Shawn looked at him for a moment, his guardian, teacher, and yes, even friend, and started to shake uncontrollably.
"Shhh..." Turner wrapped his arms around the trembling teenager, awkwardly patting his back. "You gotta talk about it, you know."
Shawn took a deep breath and carefully related the events of the evening. When he had finished, John looked as if he would like nothing better then to hit something.
"The bastard." John muttered. He got off the floor and paced the floor, occasionally letting out strings of profanity. After a few minutes of this, he reached into a cabinet above the sink and withdrew from it a first aid kit. John knelt beside Shawn, who was still lying on the floor, and did his best to cover most of the wounds. Once the worst of the damage had been taken care of, John helped Shawn up.
"So," Turner asked Shawn, talking slowly and choosing his words carefully. "What do you want to do?"
Without missing a beat, Shawn replied, "Talk to Cory."
Shawn sat on Cory's bed, looking at his friend and waiting for a reaction. He had just told Cory exactly what he had told Turner an hour earlier, and wanted something-anything-to happen. Something to show him what to do next.
"Shawn..." Cory sat next to Shawn and wrapped his arms around him. Shawn, who had never been the touchy-feely type, stiffened for a moment before allowing himself to sink into the embrace.
"You need to go to the police, they'll find your father. He'll go to jail for what he did." Cory said after pulling out of the hug.
Shawn ran his hand through his hair. "I know that's what I have to do, but I don't want to do it."
"Why?" asked Cory quietly. "Are you afraid of your father?"
"Cory, I've been afraid of my father for as long as I can remember. That's not it, though." Shawn paused, then added. "IthinkIwillbeblamedforwhathappened."
"What?" Cory asked, brows furrowed.
Shawn took a deep breath before repeating. "I think that the police will blame me for what happened."
Cory looked at Shawn and shook his head. "Shawny, your dad was wrong. He should have never hurt you. You didn't do anything wrong. "
Shawn looked down at the floor and frowned. "Then why do I feel like I did?"
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