(TW! Graphic rape and assault this chapter.)
Shawn couldn't hold still. His mind was still racing. He needed a walk. So he went. He walked, and walked, and walked. Until he reached the trailer park. He walked to where his family's trailer used to be. It was just an empty plot now. He sat in it. And talked. He talked about what was going on, about Cory, about Feeny, Turner, everything. He talked about his father. His mother. How he loved the Matthews, How he loved Turner, Topanga, Feeny. He talked and talked and talked until he fell asleep.
"Well, well, well." A voice woke Shawn up. When he finally woke it was dark outside. He didn't have a watch. Four shadows loomed over him.
"Little Shawnie. What are you doing back in the trailer park?" The voice chuckled. Shawn recognized it, and despite his utter fear tried to seem strong.
"What do you want Eddie." He stood up and tried to seem as intimidating as possible.
"Aw, you know what I want Shawnie."
Shawn gulped, he was really hoping it wasn't that, "No." Eddie only scoffed and rolled his eyes. One of his goons began to head towards Shawn when he began to run.
Shawn ran. He didn't stop running, he knew they were behind him. This hadn't happened in months. He wasn't prepared. He didn't want to remember how much it hurt. He wasn't ready. He didn't want it. He was scared. Too scared.
He ran for blocks when they finally caught up to him. One of his goons grabbed Shawn by his shoulders and pulled him back. Shawn was trying to fight while staying quiet. He knew that if he yelled they would only hurt him more. But he continued to fight. He refused to give up his fight. He tried to focus solely on fighting to get away, ignoring their words of how sexy he is. He didn't want to listen.
You're cuter when you fight
You think you would learn not to be alone
He's just mad that no girl has fucked him yet.
God he still fights, I thought we were over that.
He wouldn't let them see him cry. They were out in the open, Shawn knew he had until they got him alone to escape. So he fought, and fought until he saw Eddie pull something shiny out of his pocket. Shawn didn't even register what it was until he felt something sharp drag down his leg. For the first time that night, Shawn cried out in pain.
"Now Shawn, do you wanna behave?" Eddie scowled as he put the knife back in his pocket. Shawn was still pumped on adrenaline but the pain from the new cut was causing him a bit of stress. Then Shawn realized, it hurt to move it. He was tired of trying to get away. He knew there was no hope and honestly the tension was killing him. So he relaxed his body and the boys began to carry him away.
They brought Shawn to an empty alleyway, it wasn't in a good part of town and no one would be there. Once they got there they threw him to the ground. Shawn finally got a good look at the cut, although he couldn't see it, just the blood seeping through his jeans.
"Come on Eddie don't!" Shawn pleaded as Eddie flipped him on to his stomach.
"Aw come on Shawnie, we know you love it." Shawn was trying hard to hold in his tears as he felt Eddie begin to remove his pants.
"No! Get off!" Shawn cried. His voice was starting to break. He started to try with his hands to push himself up when he felt one of Eddie's goons stomp on his shoulder, causing Shawn to let out another cry of pain. God the tension. Shawn just wanted him to hurry up and do it.
Eddie quickly pulled off Shawn's boxers, then followed by his own pants. Shawn tried to focus on how cold the street was instead of the body heat on top of him. Shawn thought about moving, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just wanted to get it over with.
"God I've been waiting for this for so long." Eddie moaned as he moved his tip towards Shawn's ass. Shawn had his head buried in between his arms. His fists were clenched, he knew this was going to hurt. He penetrated Shawn slowly, only dragging out the pain for him. Shawn only muffled a scream. Eddie didn't take anytime to ease him into it. Once he was inside he was only rough with Shawn. The pain soothed as Eddie continued, but Shawn had been trying to turn off his mind. He knew it would only be worse if he cried, or focused on what was going on, so he tried to ignore it. It didn't tend to work however, as Eddie would constantly grab Shawn's hair to pull his head back, then whisper things into his ear like,
"Don't you like it bro, It feels so good if you relax, who's a good little whore" etc. Shawn tried to ignore those but his words made Shawn feel like nothing, causing a few tears to fall down his face. Once Eddie was finished the other boys took their turns. They used Shawn for hours, the feeling of their dicks inside him became numb. Shawn was numb. By the time Eddie had finished, Shawn had succeeded in shutting himself down. It was like his brain left his body. The only note of life were the tears that fell down Shawns face every time he blinked. He lost all concepts of time. He felt when it started raining, but it didn't stop the boys.
Hours went by before they finally finished. Their favorite thing to do when they're done assaulting him, was dump one more load on him. It was a good way to humiliate Shawn. They gave him a small beating, which Shawn took, no tears or fighting. His leg was still bleeding from where they had cut him earlier. Shawn hadn't realized how deep it actually was. Once they were done they fled. Shawn felt like death. He didn't want to breathe. But he stopped crying, it was late and he was alone in the middle of an alley. As much as he didn't want to move ever again, he did. He forced himself to stand up, letting out a stifled cry when he accidentally put pressure on his leg. And he walked the mile and a half to Turner's house. Shawn was used to forcing himself to walk, even when everything hurt. This was one of Eddie's less painful attacks, besides for the cut on his leg. The normal throbbing in his behind forced him to limp, Shawn could still feel the gang's load in his face and hair, and the blood running down his legs. God, this hadn't happened in so long his body wasn't used to it. Usually when this was happening every other day, his body could take it easily. But it hurt so bad.
Shawn slowly pushed open the door, Turner, Feeny, Cory, Alan, and Amy were all in the living room. They had been sitting there, waiting for him for hours.
"Where the hell were you!" Turner jumped out of his seat.
"Oh Shawn we were worried sick!" Amy did as well and went to hug Shawn, which he cringed out of. He looked over Amy's shoulder and saw the bruised Cory.
"Why do you care? I beat the shit out of your son." Shawn scoffed. He felt incredibly bad for that, but in that moment he couldn't care less.
"Yes and we will discuss that as well but where were you!" Alan yelled. Alan was always the good father figure for Shawn. Properly punishing him when necessary. Shawn didn't care.
"Yeah whatever, I'm gonna go to sleep." Shawn rolled his eyes and began to walk towards his room when Turner blocked his way.
"What's that smell?" Shawn smelled of sex and sweat. A scent Turner was familiar with. Shawn had forgotten that he was still dirty. He only shrugged. Shawn felt his cut burned and winced silently, trying not to bring attention to himself. Shawn sighed. He knew if he played mean then they would continue to bother him.
"Can I just go to sleep? Please? We can talk in the morning, I promise I'm really tired."
A look was exchanged throughout all the adults.
"Okay Shawn, get some rest." Feeny said, he always was the rational one. Shawn smiled and took himself to his room. He didn't even change his clothes, he laid down and immediately fell asleep. He didn't realize that his body had been fighting to keep him awake.
It was 7 in the morning. Shawn was suspended but Turner still wanted to make sure he was okay. He went into Shawn's room, who was knocked out under the covers. He turned on the light,
"Shawn it's time to wake up." He said. Shawn didn't even move, no mumble like he was used to. Turner sighed and walked over to the side of Shawn's bed where he lightly shook him.
"Hunter wake up, I'm gonna be late." Still no response. Another sigh escaped from Turner's mouth when he decided to pull the blanket off Shawn. Immediately he saw the dark, wet spot on Shawn's jeans and bedsheet.
"Hunter what the hell?" Turner began quickly shaking Shawn. He wasn't waking up. Turner quickly ran from Shawn's room to call 911. A lady picked up,
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hi, yes, Um, the boy I've been taking care of, he's bleeding a lot and he won't wake up."
"Sir I need you to stay calm, an ambulance is on it's way. Is the boy breathing?"
Turner ran back to Shawn's room.
"Yes but not a lot. Their weak breaths,"
"Can you see where he's bleeding from?" Turner looked back at Shawn. The biggest spot was on Shawn's pant leg, but he couldn't see the actual mark.
"No, it looks like it's from his thigh but I can't see it. He has his clothes on."
"Okay I'm gonna need you to grab a knife, or scissors to cut off his pants." Turner ran back to the kitchen to grab his set of scissors. He quickly fumbled to cut off his pants where he saw it, a deep cut that dragged about 5 inches down Shawn's thigh.
"He has a cut on his thigh."
"Okay sir, if you could grab some bandages and wrap it tightly above the cut, cutting on the circulation?"
"I don't have any bandages," Turner mumbled, feeling incredibly stupid for not owning any bandages.
"That's alright, if you could put pressure on the wound until the paramedics get there."
Turner didn't respond, only wrapped his hands tightly around the wound. He was praying that Shawn would wake up. How could he have been so stupid?
The ambulance arrived in less than 3 minutes. They shuffled Turner out the way, picked up Shawn and carried him to the ambulance. Turner, who had tried to remain calm the entire time, couldn't help but start crying as they put Shawn on that stretcher.