REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 5/P. 1: Denial. (TW: loss, grief, confusion)

~Sorry! I finally finished a few new parts for you all. Happy Reading in quarantine! 

"Shawn! Someone's here to see you!" John opened the door to a worn out, older teen, probably seventeen. His face looked dull, almost as if it had lost its color. Maybe the poor guy is sick? John thought.

Shawn came plopping down the stairs to see who the visitor was. A look of paralyzing shock appeared on his face. "WHAT are YOU doing HERE?"

The guy stood with arms wide open, expecting a warmer welcome. "Shawn I- I just thought-"

"You thought what? Why did you choose now to see me- after all these years? Why NOW? You're pathetic."

"Well, it's not a social visit..."

"Well, then get out. You shouldn't have come here."

John stood in the middle of the pair, confused as all get out.

"Look...There's no easy way to say this...but..."

"Just spit it out or leave."

The guy's shoulders slumped slightly, and his eyes became glossy. "Dad died."

Shawn scoffed. "Yeah right. The man's anything but a p*ssy. He wouldn't just go off and die without a fight."

"He's dead, Shawn."

Silence ensued for a few minutes as the truth sank in. John placed his hand on Shawn's shoulder to comfort him, breaking his trance. Shawn shook it off. "No, I'm fine. I'm fine. It's not like he was ever alive to begin with. He was always dead to me."

"Shawn, you don't mean that," John said.

"Yes I do. Jack, I need you to go. Thanks for stopping by." Shawn raced up to his room.

"But-" Jack just stood there, wondering what he should do next. The two men stood suspended in time, waiting for the other to move or talk.

John decided to break the ice. "Sorry to hear about your dad."

"Yeah. I didn't know him very well. I feel worse for Shawn. I can't believe none of the family except me told him."

"Yeah, well...Why don't you come in?"

"That's okay...I just wanted to make sure he knew is all."

"C'mon, you're his brother. You're basically family to me now. I won't take no for an answer."

Jack paused, then sighed. "Oh, alright."

"You know what always cheers me up, just a little?"

"What?"

"Some warm, chocolate chip pancakes. I made some fresh before you came here."

"Thanks, man...so, uh, you're like Shawn's legal guardian now, huh?"

"Yep, that's about how I see it. I've got the papers to prove it, if you don't believe me."

"No, no. I believe you of course...I feel bad for the guy. He hasn't had it easy. Then, there's me, living the good life with my step parents."

"You can't help where you were raised or how you were brought up. It's nice of you to stop by though."

"Not sure if that's how Shawn sees it."

"He'll come around."

"I don't know...I've been bad about staying connected. He's right to be angry. We haven't seen each other since he was 11, and I didn't think to keep in touch. I'm a bad older brother, aren't I?"

"We all have our vices, but no, you seem like a very nice person, well brought up."

"Thanks."

Taking a bite of the pancakes, John continued. "So, how long do you think I should let him mope up there before I check on him?"

"If I know Shawn, I'm betting he's gonna mope for at least a month or two, heck, even longer. You're gonna have to coax him out. As long as I've known him, when stuff like this happens, he'd hide somewhere and never come out."

John sighed. "Great...I don't know what I should do then. I mean, when my sister died, it was awful, but my parents never let me be alone to grieve. I didn't like that very much."

"Yeah, well, I would suggest leaving him be for now. Maybe try later tonight, and offer him something to eat."

"Yeah, okay."

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"Shawn?" John knocked on the doorframe as he peered into Shawn's pitch dark bedroom. "You awake?"

A groan came out from the shadows.

"I know you probably don't want to see me right now, but I brought you something to eat. Here." John switched on the light and sat an omelet on his bedside table.

Shawn hissed in retaliation to the bright light. "C'mon, I was sleeping."

"Shawn, I know this must be very painful for you. Do you want me to stay for a little while?"

"No. I just wanna sleep it off." Shawn turned over in bed.

"Alright then, but I'm leaving that omelet there for you. Please eat it before it gets too cold." John lingered for a minute, watching to make sure Shawn was alright. Then, with a sigh, he left the room.

John's POV:

Great. Now this. Things were just starting to look up for us. Shawn was just starting to see his own potential. He was smiling more even. All the progress is gone now. We'll have to start over. I just hope Jack is wrong. I can't bear to see Shawn upset, especially with something this serious and final. I just hope he doesn't do anything reckless, something he'd regret later.