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.)
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Shawn woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of yelling and pounding on the bathroom door.
John. Ugh.
"Shawn, you in there? Why are your blankets missing? Come out. Talk to me."
"John, stop it. I'm just getting ready. Can you let me get ready please?"
"Well, fine, suit yourself. I've got breakfast on, so come down soon please."
"Whatever. I'm not hungry."
"Shawn, you're eating. I won't let you go hungry. You haven't had anything since yesterday at lunch. Heck, I don't even know if you had lunch."
"Fine, if you just give me some space, okay?"
John paused, listening through the door to the shuffling Shawn was making. "Um...Shawn? What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just getting ready. Go away please." Shawn dropped the bottle of Benadryl from the night before, making a clattering sound.
"Then what was that?"
"What?"
"Just now."
"Oh, nothing."
"Shawn, if you're lying to me, I really don't feel comfortable trusting you to be alone. Do I have to come in there?"
"N-no. C'mon, please just stop already. You're killing me."
"No, Shawn. I'm afraid you're killing yourself. You have five seconds to open this door...5...4..."
"NO! I'll be out soon. Just ten minutes." Shawn began to quicken the pace of his breathing as he hid inside the shower, afraid that he would expose himself (because he still slept without clothes).
"Come out. NOW. I'm not playin' here...3...2...SHAWN. I will SPANK you again. I will do it. Do you want me to? Open. The. D*MN. Door. I've had near enough of this."
"Well, SAME HERE," Shawn said in retaliation.
John was fuming by this point, at the lack of respect Shawn continued to show. "Fine. I'll just get the drill. Don't move. I'll be back."
As soon as John had left to grab the drill, Shawn realized he would have to think on his feet. Where should I hide? He slipped out of the bathroom as quickly as he could then hid himself under his bed.
When John came back in the room, it didn't take him long to figure out Shawn had changed locations. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Shawn? Shawn! Get your butt out here right NOW. It'll be worse for you in the long run if you stay hidden."
Shawn had two options, at least as he saw it. He could try to run or he could stay hidden. He gave up. "John? Please don't make me come out. I'm actually in the nude right now. Can you wait in the hall while I change?"
"Fine, but don't be too long. I'm not done with you. You're gonna be the death of me, kid, seriously." John swung the drill in his hand as he meandered out to the hall.
Whew. Okay...I think I got some time. Shawn hurried out of his hiding spot to get dressed. He also made his bed, but messed it up slightly, to evade any prying questions.
"You done in there?"
"Just about...okay...there. Come in, I guess."
John walked back in, his face flushed with irritation. He tried to hold in his temper. "Shawn. You worried me. I thought you had...I don't know...done something dangerous." He gulped back the knot in his throat that aimed to choke him out.
"Well, I didn't, so f*ck off, okay?"
"Nope. Not gonna happen. In fact, I expect an apology for your disrespect, or we're gonna have another issue. I'm not gonna let your awful language go unchecked anymore."
"Why does it matter so much? Huh? They're just words. They don't mean anything."
"Shawn, don't test me. I've been very lenient with you."
Shawn rolled his eyes. "It's about time someone gave you a test for a change. You're always giving me plenty. I'm sick of you breathing down my neck constantly."
Silence ensued for a few moments as John shot daggers at Shawn.
"Look, I know that this hasn't been a walk in the park for you, but I am your dad now, and I deserve some respect...so, if you're not gonna cooperate, I can make you change your attitude pretty fast." John pulled Shawn's arm toward him, but Shawn fought as hard as he could.
"You're making this much harder on yourself, man." Finally, after one last tug, he had successfully moved Shawn onto the bed and pinned him down.
"Please don't. I'll stop. I'll stop, John."
"Too late. You missed your chance. Now, stay still."
"What are you gonna do, John?"
"Shawn, you know what I'm gonna do. We've been through this before. It'll be over before you know it." John grabbed the hairbrush sitting on Shawn's desk and raised his arm. "I want you to count these. There's gonna be 20. If you block, I will add more."
"Please don't. I promise I'll stop."
"Move your hands, kid. I WILL add more."
Shawn hesitantly obeyed. Not four smacks into the punishment, he began to wail out in pain. "I'm sorry! Please stop."
John kept the pace, despite Shawn's constant protesting. WHACK. WHACK. "Okay, the last three are gonna be bare, kid. Brace yourself."
"No! Why?" Shawn, guarding his already sore butt, tried kicking John away.
"Stay still." John held Shawn's hands tighter as he launched the last three smacks in random succession onto Shawn's blotchy skin. He set the hair brush on the bedside table, then rubbed Shawn's back as Shawn buried his head into the bed, screaming in frustration between sobs of rage.
"Just GO AWAY. I don't want to see you."
John didn't listen but instead kept alternating reassuring pats between his head and his back.
"Why don't you ever listen, John? I said LEAVE."
"No. I won't, Shawn. Being alone is the last thing you need right now...Look at me."
Shawn turned over slightly to humor him, nervous John might plant a few more on his butt if he ignored the command. "What?"
"I don't trust you to be in your room by yourself. I saw the bottle of pills on the floor. How many of them did you take?"
Sh*t. I forgot. Now he knows..."It was only three I think. That's not that bad."
"I don't care. That's a slippery slope that won't end well. You remember what I told you about my sister?"
"Yeah...I remember."
"Then you should understand why this is so serious...this is gonna sound crazy, but I want you to start sleeping in my room. I need to keep an eye on you right now. I don't want you ending up like her."
"Jooooohn...Ugh. I can't do ANYTHING without you finding out, can I?"
"Nope, 'fraid not. Please Shawn, just for a little while, until I feel like you're safe. Do it for my peace of mind."
"Fine, but I'm not sharing no bed with you."
"No, of course not. I'll set a cot up in there. It's a nice cot too, just for you...consider it being grounded from alone time...I love you, Shawn. I just want the best for you. I hope you can understand that."
"Yeah...yeah...I know. I got it. You just love to smother me."
