22. Mother Nature
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was just crisp and cool enough to be refreshing, and Shawn hated his father. Now, he'd said that he hated his father a lot of times, and usually he was telling the truth, but this time he really meant it.
Camping? Really?
The last time Shawn had been in the woods, he'd had a gun wound and was running for his life. It hadn't exactly been Happy Skippy Fun Times. What sort of sick, sadistic bastard would willingly subject their own son to this sort of torture after that kind of traumatic event?
And then there was the time he'd been running for his life from treasure hunters who had wanted to fix the problem of him not having enough holes in him and had ultimately ended up being betrayed by his favorite-only-uncle.
And he didn't even want to think about being stranded in the Canadian wilderness or the whole werewolf thing. Naked men in wheelbarrows was a whole other kind of trauma that he hoped to never have to talk to his mom about.
Shawn glared at his dad's back and wondered if one of the bugs biting him was radioactive and would give him heat vision. Wonderful heat vision that would let him kill his father.
Oh sweet pineapple, was that a raccoon?
It was official. Mother Nature was a bitch and his dad hated him too.
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