Jonathan Turner: "I get REAL old fashioned when I see somebody that I care about being brought home by cops."
**creds to -followtheleader- for the awesome new book cover (sorry, I did do my own questionable changes to it oops.)
#1 in Spankfic as of...
*After Shawn sobers up, the aftermath and punishment*
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"Shawn, wake up. We need to talk, right now," John said, shaking Shawn awake.
Shawn groaned. "Can you come back later? It's too early."
"It's not too early. I've given you plenty of time to rest. Now, it's time to face the music. C'mon, sit up." Shawn didn't listen. Instead, he turned over onto his stomach.
"Wrong move." John threw his covers off, allowing a chill to shock him awake. "I will count down from three. If you're not sitting up, we will have a problem...3...2...Shawn..." John stared at him and sighed. He still hadn't budged. "Fine...You asked for it." John wound his hand back as high as he could and slammed it down hard onto Shawn's uncovered bottom. SMACK.
"Ow! What was that for?" Shawn rubbed his butt and turned over, glaring at John.
"I warned you, didn't I? Now that you're up, I'm going to give you the lowdown on what your sorry life is gonna look like over the next month or more."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm gonna tell you right now...So, what do you remember about the past week?"
"Um...I slept, like, a lot, and you wouldn't let me do things...And I still had to go to school, but I don't remember anything about what happened during school. Then again, I never remember."
"Okay, good. Do you remember what led up to your zombie-like state?"
"Um...not really, no."
"Well, I'll tell you. You...somehow...got a hold of drugs, marijuana, to be exact. Does that ring a bell?"
"Hmm...nope." Shawn lied.
"Okay, well, I have proof that you did it, so it doesn't matter what you tell me."
"Oh yeah? Then, prove it."
"Fine. I'll just go get your discharge papers." John trudged down to his bedroom and retrieved the papers. He sat on Shawn's bed. "It says here that your THC levels were sky high, indicating you had used pot very recently...Dude, you were a nut job. I never want to see you like that again. It was terrifying to be honest. You overdosed apparently, and it made you hallucinate. You don't remember any of it?"
"Not really."
"In that case, I'm gonna make sure you always remember the consequences of it. Remember or not, it was still your choice to use that drug...You, Mr. Shawn, are going to be grounded for a month. If you slip up during that time, I will add another month, and so on."
"C'mon, I don't even remember doing it!" Shawn whined.
"Too darn bad. You're gonna not do it again, if I can help it. Now, being grounded means you come home from school right away. Absolutely NO dates, NO friends, NO nothing during that time. The only television you'll be allowed to watch is with me, and it'll be educational only, capeesh?"
"Awe, c'mon, John...That's not fair."
"You know what else isn't fair? Watching someone you love suffer severe paranoia 'caus they were stupid and overdosed on pot. You completely lost your mind, Shawn."
"I guess...I got nothin'."
"That's right, you got nothin'...Shawn, listen, I don't want anything to happen to you...I had a sister, a while ago...She died from a drug overdose." There was an awkward silence after that statement. Shawn didn't know what to say.
"I'm...sorry to hear that."
"It is what it is. I can't change anything about the past, but I can do something to change the future, your future...Granted, her drug of choice was not only marijuana. There were heavier things in combination with it, but still. If you aren't making smart choices, then you could really hurt yourself, Shawn. You feel me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Shawn sat, twirling his thumbs, trying not to look into John's intense eyes.
"So...I need you to tell me everything I just told you. I want to make sure you are listening."
"Fine...Um...No nothing for a long time."
"That's right, and if you abide by that, then you and I will get along just fine...Shawn, that also means you are not able to work for your uncle. You'll have to quit for the time being. No car for a while."
"WHAT? NOOOO. Please, anything else...I need to drive. BAAAD."
"Shawn, these are the consequences of your actions. You'll have to live with them. I'm sorry, but that's that. You can complain about it all you want, but you'll just make it worse for yourself...Hey, just curious, but who was the one who sold you those drugs?"
"John, I don't have the faintest idea. Everything is a blur."
"Even if you did remember, I doubt you would actually tell the truth anyway. Well, I'll find out somehow, with time, I hope. I'll be asking around."
*Brrrrrring Brrrrrring*
Shawn hurried out of bed to reach the phone, but John blocked him. "Nope. That phone is mine until the punishment is over...But just in case it's for me...Hello? Who is this? Oh, hi Cory. No, Shawn can't come to the phone right now. Why? He's grounded. Oh, he was doing pot." Shawn stared at John, wide-eyed, in shock that he would mention those personal things to his best friend. "I know, right? I know, it's very bad, so you get it, right? No hanging out with him for at least a month, capeesh? Maybe longer. I'll wish him luck. Yes...Oh, hey...You know Shawn pretty well, yes? Who do you think would be selling him drugs? Any guesses? Oh, I see...Hmm...I'll look into it. Thanks. Okay, B-bye." John hung up the phone and stared at Shawn for a minute.
"What the f*ck do you want? You are evil. You told my best friend stuff that's supposed to be mine to tell," Shawn said angrily.
John, fed up with Shawn's attitude, grabbed him by his arm and pulled him over his knees. "That's it, kid. I'm sick of your constant attitude. Apologize to me. Right now."
When Shawn still wouldn't listen, John did something he never thought he would actually do.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"Stop it, seriously! I'm not five!" Shawn yelled.
"Oh yeah? Well, you sure have been acting like you're five. Apologize to me, then I'll think about stopping."
Shawn kicked as hard as he could to get away from John. "F*ck off!"
In response, John landed the smacks down heavier. "Quit swearing and apologize!"
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Shawn could feel the sting growing, but he wouldn't dare shed a tear, not in front of anyone.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. John kept begging Shawn to simply apologize, but it wasn't working. John hesitated in thought before pulling down Shawn's pants to reveal a red-blotched backside and began reining down a few more hard blows. "Shawn, listen to me. It will go better for you if you just apologized, and we spoke man to man."
It took a good twenty more swings before Shawn broke his string of curses and apologized. John pulled his pants back up and looked him in the eyes.
Shawn tried to avoid John's gaze by covering his own eyes with a swoosh of his hair. "I'm sorry...but I just wish you'd let me be me," Shawn explained, trying not to let out too much emotion.
John held Shawn by his shoulders. "Until you can show me I can trust you, I won't be letting you out of my sight. There's no way I'm letting you put yourself in danger, got it? Not any more...Now, do you care to tell me who sold you those drugs?"
Shawn remained stoic, refusing to answer. John just sighed and kissed his head. "That's alright. The truth will come out eventually. Until then, hunker down 'caus you're gonna be spending a whole lot more time with me."
