BLANKETS & NETS
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from boy meets world! Blah, blah, blah...
I have taken the storyline from a few other fics that Shawn is abused by his father, but with a little twist; this now takes place after Shawn's mother has left him. All the rest is completely original.
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PLEASE READ WARNING: This story contains serious elements including severe physical, mental, sexual and emotional abuse, violence, Vulgarities, prostitution, Child endangerment, and the foster care system. You have been warned - if you want to read on, please do. There are also elements such as comedy, romance, friendship, the prevail of human spirit, criminal investigation, adventure, coming of age tales, bravery and thrills. It is a very diverse story, with a lot going on, however you may need a strong stomach and possibly a box of tissues if you're very sensitive - so sit tight, hold onto that cup of tea, and read on.
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He looks down at me
He calls me pathetic
I try not to care, but
He makes me feel sick
Throws me across the room
And I hope that he'll stop soon
He begins to throw a punch
And I swear I heard a crunch
As he gives me a cold glare
I try to look as though I care
He kicks me in the stomach
Then he turns me over, WHACK!
I'm used to this by now
But I still don't know how
How he can have a soul
To dig such a deep dark hole
There's anger in his eyes
As he listens to my cries
But I've learnt to live
With bruises for a blanket
And he knows how
To use his fists as a net
To catch me
When I try to run
To keep me
From having fun
It's a routine now
But still I don't know how
How he can have a conscience
To do the things he does.
More blows rain down on me
Wont be long until
I wont be able to see
The darkness will take over
And then all I see is her
My so-called mother
Could there be any other?
She'll sigh and clean my wounds
She starts to sing some tunes
Tries to sooth my pain
I do think she's gone insane
At least she doesn't hurt me
At least for now I am free
But I know that soon
He will be back
Only to carry on
His vicious attack
I lie in my mother's arms
Until my shaking calms
I keep the tears at bay
Pushing them away
Have to hold them tight
Can't let them blur my sight
Can't let him see my weakness
Just let him make his mess
And let mom clean it up.
- Shawn Hunter, twelve.
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Well there's the beginning of quite a long story ladies and gentlemen… Enjoy. R&R if possible. Thanks all. Cesca, x