Shawn had never once let go of the phone in his hand, not even as he struggled to pull his shirt back on, even though he was being told repeatedly not too. "I have too... I should be home soon... I have to be home soon." he told her as he was very carefully picking up his bag. "I'm sorry... I'll take care of myself, I won't make them mad... I'll heal." he said, walking out of her office after it'd closed and slowly walked away. He was meant to be home at a certain time, and he needed to make sure they saw him coming home. He'd sleep in the tree house for a few days if it meant they'd leave him alone. So, after walking through the house, both watching him with careful eyes, especially his father, he made his way to the tree house.<br/><br/>"Boy!" he froze at the bottom of the tree. "Where's your shirt I gave you?" Shawn turned slowly, pulling it out of his bag and walking carefully over, knowing he wasn't supposed to show signs of his old leg injury. "It tore at school... On a tree... I was dared to climb it, so I did and I fell and it ripped." he told him quickly as it was snatched out of his hand. A heavy sigh came out of his father, and his flinched but didn't move as his shirt was lifted. "You got broken ribs boy... Come on." he said, taking him inside. "Leo! Go get one of your old shirts!" he hollered at his oldest son, who was still watching the sport channel. Shawn didn't know what was going on, following his fathers lead upstairs to his room. "Stay in your room, do not leave for anything." he told him, tossing a bucket into the room. "You're staying in here boy."<br/><br/>"Here dad... I found one." Leo said, walking into view to rub it in his brothers face he was the favourite, that he was the football star of highschool and college. "Here, a new shirt... Don't ruin it, you won't be getting anymore." Shawn's father said as he tossed him the shirt before closing and locked the door on him. "Thanks dad." Shawn muttered to nothing as he dropped his bag and eased carefully onto is bed. He was still holding tight to Sepiroth's phone, looking at it as he laid carefully on his side. He didn't know what was going on, but he thought that the other boy would have phoned by now. But he was glad he'd taken it on a full battery.<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>The next day, Shawn hadn't been let out of his room. Nothing was close to his window, he was just, stuck in his own room. Unable to attend school like his father told him he was supposed to do. But he couldn't, the door was locked and he was afraid to make noise. So he stayed on the bed, phone hidden beneath the pillow now, in case one of them came into the room. But the only one who would check on him, in a way that made Shawn uneasy, was his brother. He'd lean on the door frame, stare for a long time and then leave to lock him in again. He did it all that day, and the next day before his eyes changed, a plan formulating behind them.<br/><br/><br/>((Its alright. I had a birthday party yesterday that I was at, so I checked a few times, but was mostly half cut the whole night.))