Pain, Love, and Ocassional Suffering

Chapter 29

Shane's POV

I have been looking at the blade in my hands. Covered in blood.

10

10 more than I had five minutes ago.

532 You fat ass

You're fat and you know it.

I'm sorry, let me catch you up on what has happened.

*Flashback*

I was sitting on Kylee's couch, on my phone checking twitter.

She comes into the kitchen with a cup in her hands.

A knock at the door.

"I'm not expecting anybody." she says walking to the door.

She opens it and looked shocked again.

It wasn't her mom though.

"Hey baby." a manly voice says and walks in the door.

"R-Ryan? What the fuck are you doing here?" she asks pushing him off her as he tries to hug her.

I could literally see the anger build up in her.

"You dyed your hair baby." he says touching the purple lock of hair. "I liked it better pink."

"I'm not changing it for you douche bag. Why the fuck are you here?"

"I wanted to say- who the hell is this guy?"

"That's uhhh, Shane.. My- My boyfriend."

"Oh, so you go to this fatty when you know that we are still together."

Okay, that hurt. But I have no idea what's going on here.

"Hey, don't call him that. And I broke up with your sorry ass a long time ago."

"I can call him whatever the hell I want. After all it is America. So, what's up fat ass?" he says hitting my head.

Kylee hit him. She said "Don't touch him."

Which earned her a slap in the face. I started to feel anger build up in me.

Nobody hits a woman.

Especially not a woman as beautiful as Kylee.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yell from the couch.

This Ryan douche looks at me in shock. "I'm sorry fatty. The last I remember, its a free country, so I can do whatever the hell I want."

I get up, having enough of his bullshit.

"Um, hitting a girl is not freedom. It's down right dumb. And a douche bag move."

"Oh really."

"Guys." Kylee pipes up.

"Well, if I can't hit a woman, I guess I can't hit you can I?"

"No, but I can sure do a hell of a lot of this." I said tackling him to the floor.

Punch after punch. Cry after cry. Name after name. Drop of blood after drop of blood. I beat him up. No one should ever, and I mean EVER do that to Kylee.

No one should ever do that to any woman.

Like whatsoever.

I finished with one last punch to the jaw.

I breathed through gritted teeth.

I gave him one last slap and finally got off of him.

He got up as well, and wiped his bleeding nose.