Shawn dragged himself through the front door. His legs ached, every step just felt like pain. But he didn't feel angry, or sad, he didn't feel anything. This was routine. He'd get detention, on his way home he would get stopped by Eddie and his goons, they'd have their fun and then he'd go home, where he would be met by his father who was blackout drunk. This night was no different.

"Where the hell were you boy?" Chet asked. His speech was slurred and Shawn saw the many bottles on the floor. "Detention." Shawn replied, he began walking to his bedroom when his father grabbed his arm. Shawn winced at the contact, Chet's large hands were firmly grasped on the bruises his half brother had given him earlier.

"You're not gonna tell your father goodnight? I thought I taught you better than that." On any other night, Shawn would've just said goodnight and moved on with his life. But something about the words that came out of his father's mouth infuriated him.

"You didn't teach me anything. Anything good that it." He spat out. Chet grabbed the boy by his collar and threw him against the wall. Shawn attempted to collect himself but before he could, Chet picked up an empty bottle and threw it at his head. Shawn ducked before it came in contact, causing the bottle to break. Shawn felt a shard go into his scalp. He thought about running, but knew it would only result in a worse punishment when he came back. Chet walked towards him and pulled him from the wall, and threw him to the ground. He began to kick Shawn, causing him to go into a ball to try and protect himself. Chet kicked and kicked and beat on Shawn. But Shawn didn't cry, or fight back. He's drunk, he still loves me, he's just not in a good mindspace, it's fine.

Eventually after one good blow to Shawn's throat, causing him to choke, Chet took another drink from his bottle and walked away. Shawn didn't move until he heard Chet's door slam. The boy then slowly collected himself, and picked himself up. He could feel the blood run down his face from the glass shard. He ran his hand through his hair trying to find it but he couldn't. He figured he'd ask his mom for help with it tomorrow, it's not like it hurt anyways. He picked up the empty bottles, the glass shards, the bills Chet had thrown on the ground, everything. He cleaned up the trailer then checked the clock, 12:46. He went to the bathroom where he wiped the blood off his skin, changed into his nightclothes and pulled himself into bed.

At around 3 Shawn heard his door open. He was a light sleeper and it woke him up. He didn't turn as he assumed it was his mother returning from wherever she was. As he shut his eyes again, he could sense whoever was getting closer to him. Then he felt his bed dip.

"Huh…?" he groaned. He heard some mumbling when he finally sat up, his room was dark but he could see his father sitting at the end of the bed with his pants off, pleasuring himself.

"Dad? What are you doing?" He asked, for the first time in a while, this was something new. And he was scared. Chet pushed Shawn down on the bed as he climbed on top of him.

"Dad! Stop what-"

"Relax Virna…" Chet mumbled as he began to take Shawns boxers off. Shawn was struggling under his father's weight.

"No dad, it's Shawn, stop!" How drunk was he? Shawns mind was running all over the place. He could feel his father's hands rub his bottom, desperately looking for a hole.

"Dad please! Please stop! Dad!" Shawn begged, but to no avail. Then Shawn felt Chet's finger brushed over Shawns asshole. He heard his father moan. He was struggling incredibly hard now, when he grabbed Shawns wrists and pinned them to his back. For the first time in years, Shawn began to cry. He hadn't even realised until he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

"Dad please stop," Chet only shushed him, he moved his finger from his ass and pulled open Shawns legs. He then grabbed his member and moved it towards his ass. It was still hurting from the assault from Eddie earlier that evening. Chet moved his other hand from Shawn's wrists and covered the boy's mouth. Shawn realised he wasn't getting out of this and finally let out a sob as his father slowly pushed into him.

"It only hurts at first, just relax…" Chet whispered into his ear. Shawn stopped struggling but began to sob, dropping his head on his pillow.

"It's okay… it's not bad… just relax, I'll go slow…" Chet continued to whisper as he moved slowly in and out of Shawn. But it didn't make a difference, the boy couldn't contain his cries anymore.

Chet let go of Shawns wrists, which Shawn then balled into a fist. He considered trying to fight some more but in that moment his body felt weak, and he accepted the fact that if he just relaxed it'd be over quicker. Once Chet felt Shawn's body relax around him he chuckled, and began to speed up his pace. Shawn stopped sobbing but the tears continued to flow.

Finally after a long groan, a feeling of warmth was inside of Shawn and his father climbed off. Once his father left the room Shawn took a deep breath, that was followed by a yell. It wasn't one of pain, it was one of agony. He just felt like he needed to yell. The yell was followed by another sigh, which Shawn then picked himself up and walked to the bathroom. He didn't even look at himself in the mirror, just took off his clothes and got in the shower. He cringed as the hot water came in contact with the many marks on his skin, he washed his skin, knowing he would still feel his father on him but it was all he knew to do.

When he was done he looked at his bed. There was a stain, he presumed, was his father. He wasn't going to be sleeping on his bed tonight. He locked his bedroom door and pulled his blanket on to the floor. His body was exhausted and he fell asleep quickly.

He woke up at 7, his alarm was going off. He got dressed putting on his blue button up and plaid cardigan. He was tired and his body hurt but today was career day. He walked into the main room where his parents were sitting at the table.

What was that? What the hell happened last night? Why did you do that?

Shawn wanted to ask but his throat felt closed. He felt like he couldn't breathe so he instead just grabbed his bag and began walking to the door.

"It's chilly out, grab a jacket." Virna said as she stood up to hand Shawn his leather jacket. Shawn smiled, his mom loved him, she'd never hurt him. Shawn grabbed the jacket and his mother pulled him in for a hug. He turned to walk out the door,

"Love you honey,"

"I love you too mom."