The Shooting Of Shawn Spencer (A Psych Oneshot)

The Shooting Of Shawn Spencer (A Psych Short Story Type Thinige)

"But please, Dad! I'm serious!"

Henry Spencer huffs in aggravation at his son Shawn. "Oh, are you? Detective Lassiter is a killer? Now, that is going too far, even for you!"

Shawn sighs. "Dad, just hear me out-"

"No!" Henry shouts, his temper rising. "You are just so, so, so, I don't know! Annoying? Childish? Self-centered?"

Henry sighs in exaggeration. "Gosh, sometimes I wish I never even had you."

There is a long pause and there is a tense feeling in the air.

Shawn's heart breaks at this statement. It's practically in two when he says, "Well, okay. If that's how you feel, I'm glad to know it. I'll just leave you alone and give you your wish by not having me around anymore."

Tears start to build in Shawn's eyes as he says, "Now I've finally some something right, huh?"

And with that, Shawn turns quickly on his heel and walks out the door.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Shawn comprehends what his father had said. His dad wish he'd never had him? A feeling of pain and anguish descends unto Shawn and sinks straight into his heart. It feels as if someone had stabbed him in the heart and was now twisting it deeper and deeper.

And the someone that stabbed him in the heart was his own father.

He practically said he hated him. His own father did. He hated him.

His vision blurred by his tears, Shawn doesn't notice the staggering figure coming right at him.

Nor the gun he has in his sweatshirt pocket.

The man comes up to Shawn and pushes the gun into Shawn's stomach, making Shawn's heartbeat accelerate rapidly. "Gimme' ya' wallet," he whispers gruffly, his eyes darting around.

"Okay, buddy," Shawn says, raising his hands, trying to cool the guy down. "I don't want any trouble so how 'bout you just turn around and waltz back from wherever you came from, alright? Who knows? Maybe we'll part ways as unlikely friends."

The man cocks his gun and says, "You a smart ass? 'Cause you sound like one." His eyes narrow and he contiunes: "And I don't like smart asses."

A huge gunshot whistles through the air as well as multiple screams and Shawn feels an intense pressure on his belly and then the pain starts. It is absolutely unbearable and it's the worst pain Shawn has ever been in. He falls to his knees and clutches the gaping wound on his stomach as the world goes black.

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Henry Spencer stands in his living room feeling like the world's worst father. He probably is.

His own word rattles around in his head. What had he just said? That was his SON he had just said that to. What was wrong with him?

How could he have said that?

As Henry ponders how he could be so cruel, his home phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Is this Henry Spencer?" A young-sounding man says into the phone.

"Yes. Why?"

"Ummm, your son has been... shot."

Henry drops the phone which clatters to the floor with a THUD!

Oh, God, no.

"Mr. Spencer?" the young man's voice floats up to Henry's ears from the phone on the floor.