Attached (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6: My Angel

Title: Chapter 6: My Angel

Author: DarkHeavensAngel

Suggested Listening to: Unwell by Matchbox 20 (youtube video to right of page)

POV: Shawn's POV

A/N: Okay, I finally finished another chapter. Sorry for the long wait, but I haven't been feeling like writing since no one even comments anymore. I mean, you don't have to vote, just comment, you liked it, you hated it. Whatever! Just freaking comment people! And sorry if I'm being a b*tch here because I'm seriously getting depressed over how many reads I have on my other stories and almost no comments. I mean look at 'Broken Trust' it has almost 1000 reads and only 15 comments. And half of those comments are my replies and thanks. THAT IS SAD. I AM SAD. So just comment people, please!

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I tapped my fingers on the wooden desk as stared at the worksheet in front of me. I twisted the eraser part of the pencil in my hair. I had been staring at the piece of paper for a long time now. I really didn’t want to do the stupid worksheet. I know this wasn’t like me, but lately, I just haven’t been able to pay attention.

“Shawn,” my snapped up hearing my name called, “Stop tapping the desk, you’re distracting other students.”

“Sorry,” I replied. I stopped the tapping on the desk and rested my head on the wrist area of my hand instead.

I had overheard Zachary’s parents talking about their financial problems the other day. Normal, it wouldn’t matter to me, but since I’m temporarily living at their place, it would be a problem. I didn’t want to be a burden.

But honestly, where else could I live? I sighed and let my head hit the desk.

“Shawn, will you please pay attention to your work,” the teacher said.

“Sorry, I will,” I said, massaging my temple.

“Do you need to go to the nurse? You don’t look very good.”

“Yes, that would be nice. Thank you,” I smiled as I handed my unfinished worksheet to her and grabbed my stuff.

I headed out into the hallway and sighed again. I hit my forehead lightly with my fist and walked toward the nurse’s office. I leaned against the wall and lockers and slid my fingers over the surfaces occasionally.

When I reached the nurse’s office, I opened the glass door and saw another student who was getting his injuries treated. Seeing only his back reminded me of Travis. Then I noticed how much the boy looked like him.

“Travis?” I questioned and the boy turned around, I was right. “What are you – Oh my god.”

I dropped my backpack and rushed over to his side where the nurse was lightly dabbing a cotton ball on the corner of his eye. He had his arms crossed and looked at me with a sort of... satisfaction?

He had a cut on his forehead and a bruise on the side of his cheek. He had dried blood on his chin from the corner of his mouth. His right eye was a bit swollen and bruised as well. I looked down and saw part of his jacket ripped at about halfway down the arm. From the rip, I could see the scraped skin and the dried blood.

“What the hell happened to you?” I asked with a frown. I took his hands and turned them over to see his palms covered in cuts. I let my fingertips drift over them. I lifted my head to face him and repeated my question. But he wouldn’t answer. So I turned the nurse and asked her instead.