there is smut, i swear
fuck up father;
ship; i really have no fucking idea, like shaylor yeah, shaylor
summary; jj is beaten along with his father, shawn, by his father taylor. one night, jj finally calls the cops, separating them. years pass and jj is sixteen, receiving letters to shawn and him from his father from jail.
shawn mendes' point of view;
Jack cuddled into my arms, sobbing my name as I massage his back. His whines broke my heart piece by piece, tears flowing down my cheeks. My poor baby in pain from his fuck up father. I glare at Taylor who stared down at Jack.
"Shut him up." He hissed at me.
"Shh baby," I whispered, my whispers choppy as I held in my cries.
He whimpered, hiding his face in my chest.
"Get out. Go somewhere else." Taylor growled to Jack.
Jack hid his head into my chest, holding his body tightly. I softly massage his back.
"Leave him alone. He is six fucking years old!" I growled to Taylor.
He rolled his eyes. I shush him softly, yet he continued to sob into my neck. I look down at him, me kissing his bruised cheeks. He snuggled into my lap. I feel him get ripped off me. He began to sob louder. Taylor took him to his room, probably threatening him if he didn't quiet himself.
He came in after Jack was silenced. He slammed the door, glaring at me. I look down, sobbing into my hands.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" Taylor growled to me.
I didn't answer him, my sobs getting louder. He came over to me, gripping my chin harshly. I whimpered.
"Shut up and suck my dick. I need to blow a load." He growled, smacking my cheek.
He unbuttoned his pants. I roll my eyes, standing up and walking to the door. He gripped my arm, throwing me against the door. I whine as he punched me in the face. My jaw burned as he shoved me to my knees. I covered my mouth and turned away.
"Don't make me fucking kill you. Maybe I could kill that worthless piece of shit until my dick is down your throat." Taylor growled, punching my chest.
I close my eyes, whining in pain.
"If you don't shut the fuck up with that whining bullshit, you can watch me skin that fucking kid to death."
I stop, only trying to protect Jack. I come home from work and Taylor had beaten him. He also was horny and took Jack's virginity. You heard me. At age six, this bastard. Jack was bleeding and finally stopped after I bathed him. Jack went out to a bar during the time.
"Good, now suck m-"
"Taylor Caniff, you are under arrest for domestic abuse." A voice said from outside the hall.
"That fucking kid." Taylor growled.
I shove him off, quickly exiting the room. The cops entered, one taking me down the stairs.
"Where's my son?" I yell at him.
"After telling us what happened, he passed out. He has lost a lot of blood and we took him into an ambulance. We are waiting for Taylor to get put in the car and to notice your safety before ta-"
"Fuck us! Take my kid to help him!" I scream.
I run down the stairs to the ambulance. I jump into the car. Jack had a ventilator in his nose and was passed out on a medical bed. Perimedics sat on either side of him. I began to sob while holding his hand. I massage it softly while crying into my hands.
