Chapter 7
POLICE STATION
Bo and Roman had spent the better part of the night trying to piece together clues as to where Shawn-D could have gone, and who could have taken him. Then, Bo had remembered a vital piece of information. The next morning, he called Marlena, John, and Belle back to the station.
BELLE: So, what's going on? Have you found Shawn yet?
BO: Not quite, but we're working on it.
BELLE: So, why did you call us down here?
ROMAN: We have a rather important piece of information to share with da three of you.
BO: Late last night, I remembered that, after the last time he was kidnapped by Stefano, I installed a tracking device in Shawn's neck. That way, I would always be able to know where he is.
BELLE: Great! So, where is he?
BO: Well, that's the thing...
BELLE: You don't know where Shawn is?!
BO: We were waiting for you to come back to the station before we tried it.
BELLE: Well, I'm here. So, what are we waiting for? I want to find Shawn!
BO: Okay, okay. Calm down. Roman, do you have the device?
Roman pulls a small black device with a keyboard on it.
ROMAN: Right here, little brother.
BO: Great. Let's work on it.
Roman flips a switch.
DEVICE: Welcome to PathFinder. Please type in the name of the person you wish to find.
Bo types in Shawn-D's name.
DEVICE: Name – Shawn-Douglas Brady.
BO: Turn the voice off, Roman. It's getting on my nerves.
Roman presses a button.
BO: There we go. It should be finished loading by now. And...
ROMAN: What da hell?!
JAN'S HOUSE
As always, Shawn-D is tied to the bed. Jan walks in, wearing black clothes similar to the ones from the previous chapter, but she does not have stiletto boots on this time. She has a rather depressed look on her face.
SHAWN-D: So, what does this make? The Torture of Shawn-Douglas, Round 400?
JAN: Shut up.
SHAWN-D: Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little bit. 399?
JAN: Cute, Shawn. Real cute.
SHAWN-D: What's up with you? You're not your usual chirpy, crazy self today.
JAN: It's just...I'm bored and I'm tired.
SHAWN-D: What? You getting tired of torturing me? I don't believe that for a minute.
JAN: That's not what I meant. I'm tired of you not getting it.
SHAWN-D: Not getting what?
JAN: Why I'm doing all of this.
SHAWN-D: Jan, I know why you're doing this. It's because you're a psycho and you have a creepy, stalker-ish obsession with me.
JAN: You see? It's that kind of attitude that let's me know that you just don't get why I'm doing this!
SHAWN-D: Okay, I'll bite. Why are you doing this, Jan?
JAN: Because I love you. I'm doing this for you, Shawn. All for you.
Jan knelt in front of Shawn-D.
JAN: Look, I know that when we first met, I was a bit of a handful.
SHAWN-D: You posted nude photos of one of my best friends on the internet and dumped a bucket of blood on her at the Last Blast Dance.
JAN: I was seventeen. I didn't know any better. Anyway, after Nicole's dad raped me, I was in a terrible state. I didn't know what to do. I seriously thought about killing myself. But, then you helped me. You gave me a reason to live. You were the only one who was ever nice to me. You even went so far as the claim the baby I became pregnant with after Paul raped me was yours. You proposed to me. I never forgot that. I was so used to being despised by everybody, that that first act of kindness you did towards me made me see things in a different light. I fell in love with you. That's why I'm doing all of this. I'm doing it for you. I would do anything for you. Whenever I'm not with you, every moment seems like an eternity. I need you, Shawn. With you, I'm complete. Without you, it feels like there's a huge piece of my heart that's missing.
Shawn-D looked at her. As crazy as it sounds, he almost felt sorry for her. Jan stood up, wiped a tear from her eye, and turned around.
JAN: Forget it. You'll never understand.
Jan walked out of the room.
