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