"Morgan, answer me. Who got you pregnant?" Amy asked again. She needed to know, wether she wanted to or not was a different story.
"It was.... Sh-.... Sh-....It was Shawn!" Morgan sobbed into her hands once again. Everyone slowly turned to Shawn, who was standing quietly in by the opposite side of the counter. He looked around the kitchen at everyone staring at him with intense hate, even Cory, his best friend.
"You. Out side. Now." Cory said in a mono tone, pointing at the door that led outside. Shawn swallowed, but followed at Cory left the house.
Once outside, Shawn was more nervous than he ever had been in his life. He started to speak.
"Listen, Cor, I can explain—" Shawn's head was flung back as Cory's fist collided with his face. Shawn slowly lifted his head back up again, thick streams of blood running down his face. His eyes were filled with fear. Shawn's eyes wandered down to Cory's still clenched fist and stared at the dripping blood...
